Evil's Niece

by Melissa MacNeal

  ‘Push it in,’ I whispered. ‘Oh, please, Tommy Jon, I’ve never had such a —’

  ‘Long…solid…eager cock shoving up you?’ he finished.

  And when he made good on that, guiding the dildo with slow but relentless pressure, I froze against him with my mouth open. In and then out, with a rhythm that remained steady yet accelerating, until the hard leather shaft danced up and down as he twisted it, to put those ridges into play. I was squirming, helpless, unable to stop my body’s gyrations. Tommy Jon pumped with relentless intent as he held me spellbound with his expert attentions.

  The madness peaked quite suddenly, and when he focused the pressure on my throbbing clit, I surged to my tiptoes with a high-pitched cry. The garden echoed with utter, mindless babbling that made perfect sense to my incited mind. My pussy was going crazy. I couldn’t control my convulsing hips as I rode the cresting waves of my climax. Somehow Tommy Jon had tapped into a nerve centre and was still making me twitch with each caress, until he finally let me fall back into his embrace, exhausted.

  ‘You liked that, oui?’ he teased, kissing my temple.

  ‘Oh my Lord, I never knew — never guessed —’

  ‘The women, they all say that after they’ve been with me.’ Then he gently turned me, so I could sit against the fountain’s rim to recover. ‘You’re a good pupil, Miss Eve. If Monique wasn’t here, I’d show you a few more moves. But she demands her turn, you know.’

  I had to smile, for my maid always demanded attention.

  ‘You were such a fine instructor, cheri, Monique wants to give you a turn,’ came her sultry reply.

  She hopped up into his arms to be caught like a little girl, wrapping her legs at his waist, although the kiss she gave him was anything but innocent. With her whole body she lit into that man, rubbing her breasts and slit against him while her mouth reminded him who he belonged to. Tommy Jon moaned and kissed her back, hard and possessive, before letting her slither down to the ground again.

  There in the moonlight, silhouetted against the night sky, they made a beautiful sight with the jets of water falling in arcs around them. He coaxed her lower, letting his head fall back when her lips found the tip of his cock. I felt like an intruder, sitting that close to such intimate behaviour, so I slipped the dildo from T-Jon’s hand and stepped out of the fountain. I felt no need to share Monique’s lover while she was enjoying him. I’d gotten plenty more to think about from the myriad wild sensations he’d brought me during my own climax.

  ‘Hope you saved a taste for me, sugah,’ came a drawl in the darkness.

  I searched the shadows around the hedge: there was no mistaking that molasses voice. My heart raced, for Dewel was not allowed to set foot on this property — but then, why would he follow his half-brother’s rules? Trespassing in Chapin’s garden, with Eve, took on a whole new meaning as he stepped from behind the massive magnolia tree that hid us from the house.

  ‘Surely you’re not surprised,’ he continued in that velvety baritone, peeling away clothes he’d already unbuttoned. ‘I’m here on a purely tutorial mission, of course. To show you the joys of returnin’ a man’s favours. Teachin’ you how to drive him wild, like Monique there.’

  His erection jutted above the trousers he shoved down, leaving no doubt about what he had in mind. A glance towards the lovers in the fountain was an education in itself, for my maid was obviously enjoying her work, driving her mouth up and down T-Jon’s huge cock.

  ‘I — I’ve never —’

  ‘Then it’s time you did, darlin’.’ Dewel closed the distance between us with quick strides. ‘Much as I love a hot, tight hole, a woman’s mouth can do things her sex can’t. And when she throws in some lickin’, and suckin’, why — I just have to surrender myself to her. Just like Chapin would, if he were here.’

  His last words made him grin lasciviously. Dewel Proffit cut a proud, virile figure in this garden mottled with moonlight, and his cocky talk teased at my senses as much as the sight of him and the scent of fine cigars that lingered on his skin.

  His kiss tasted of brandy and I was intoxicated before I could put up even a token resistance. But why would I? I wanted nothing more than to please this man beyond his wildest expectations.

  ‘What do I — what if I hurt —’

  ‘You won’t, sugah,’ he reassured me, guiding my hand to cup his sac. It filled my palm and felt tantalising, with those two separate nuggets inside the warm, loose flesh. ‘Put your leg up and I’ll give you a little incentive. Watch Monique and Tommy Jon…tell me exactly what she’s doin’ to him, and you’ll be well on your way.’

  On my way to what? Learning another technique to seduce Chapin, or falling more deeply under his bastard brother’s provocative spell? I had no choice but to prop my foot on the bench, facing the lovers in the fountain, because Dewel had already knelt in front of me to direct my moves.

  ‘Oh, Eve, honey, you do tempt a man,’ he murmured, his breath warm on my cooling thighs. ‘Tight little curls, around folds that look like a flower ready to open…around this little nub that’s just calling out for me to tease her.’

  With a single stroke of his tongue he made me gasp, rekindling the flames Tommy Jon ignited with his dildo. ‘Dewel, please —’

  ‘I’ll give you all you can handle, you little beggar, but you’ve gotta talk to me,’ he hinted, and then he lapped at me again. ‘What’s she doin’ to him?’

  Grasping the sides of his head for balance, I focused on the two lovers. ‘Her cheeks are caved in, from…sucking on his cock. My Lord, it looks a foot long, and so thick, and…now she’s slowly moving her mouth down the shaft.’

  ‘Mmm,’ Dewel moaned, leaning up into his work. He was massaging my bottom, and when the fingers of both hands found its crevice, they parted the two halves — which opened me up right before his eyes. He chuckled, kissing my nether lips.

  I cried out again, then remembered to open my eyes. ‘Monique’s wrapped her hand around the base of it now, and she’s pumping it up and down so her fist meets her lips…so every inch of that cock feels her squeezing. Is that how you like it, Dewel?’

  He drove his tongue into me and I lost control, grinding my sex against a mouth that made wet, sucking noises. How had he brought me to climax so effortlessly? Was it his own potent magic, or the way he’d made me watch those Cajun lovers? Tommy Jon hunched, his face tight with need, and I wanted to make Dewel feel that way too.

  I stepped back, watching him lick my honey from his lips. ‘Your turn,’ I murmured. ‘It’s the least I can do, after all the ways you’ve pleasured me. How can you make me come so easily, when Chapin —’

  I caught myself, but he already knew how the sentence would end. ‘Practice makes perfect,’ he quipped, and then he sat on the bench with an expectant grin. ‘And, of course, that’s why I’m here. So you can practise, for your dear husband’s benefit. Not every half-brother would be so generous.’

  I was about to warn him that Chapin might return at any time — might even be watching us from the upstairs window — but he ran his thumb slowly along the curve of my lower lip.

  ‘We’re gonna forget him for now,’ he said, his blue eyes intense in the twilight. ‘This is just for me, Eve. Because I am a selfish bastard, like he’s always claimed. Kneel between my knees and suck me, sugah. Suck me hard and fast, because I need you — now.’

  I obeyed his siren call, closing my eyes and inhaling the musk that hovered between his legs. His labour in the cane fields had honed his body to an enticing hardness — but that was nothing compared to the cock that pushed past my lips.

  I opened for him, running my mouth over his hot, smooth tip and then down the ridged length of his rigid member. He tasted like skin and sweat, yet also like brandy. I couldn’t help giggling.

  ‘Like that little surprise?’ he asked, thrusting against my tongue. ‘Thought I’d make your first time a little tastier. Some women won’t do this for a man, Miss Eve, but you’re takin’ to it like —
oh Jesus, woman, but you’ve got a mouth on you!’

  I continued swivelling my lips around him, running my tongue along the underside of a cock that filled my mouth with its throbbing. Slipping his fingers into my wet hair, Dewel guided my head faster, his moans more insistent now. He began to pant — a rasping sound that drove me to suck harder. His whole body tensed, and I prepared for whatever might come out.

  And come it did, a torrent of warm, buttery silk; first one gush and then a couple more, as Dewel fought for breath. When I glanced up, his grimace was reward enough for the mouthful of fluid I wasn’t sure what to do with. He shook his head to clear it, then smiled and kissed my cheek.

  ‘You can spit if you want,’ he whispered. ‘Most men get a big thrill from watching their woman swallow — or from squirtin’ all over her face. Never tried the stuff myself, but I’ll understand if you find it distasteful.’

  I held it, pondering my options. Not wanting to retch if it disagreed with my stomach…not wanting Dewel to think I found anything about him distasteful. After all, he’d sampled my private honey and —

  It went down before I realised it. And stayed. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. ‘Not as tasty as, say, Fanny’s chicken gravy. But not as awful as cod liver oil either.’

  His laughter made me giddy, telling me I’d pleased him in many ways. When he pulled me up to kiss away the remains of his come, he made my head spin into a fresh wave of desire. I kissed him back, sharing his exuberance: being with such an exciting man made me feel like a whole different woman.

  ‘You’re a goddess any man would want, sugah, but you’ve had your share,’ he teased. ‘There’ll be another time. Lots of them, now that I know just how luscious you are.’

  Dewel smiled, looking brazen and disreputable with his dark hair falling over his brow and those dimples dancing alongside his mouth. ‘But tell me before I disappear — how are the new maids workin’ out? Monique thinks they show promise, now that she’s…whipped them into shape.’

  In an instant my mood changed, for this was the man who’d insisted I needed a ‘niece’ — and Monique had imported the hornet’s nest that would get us all stung soon. ‘Chapin will go through the roof if he —’

  ‘Because of the spankin’?’ The younger Proffit considered this. ‘He was always one for discipline. Certainly enjoys inflictin’ pain himself.’

  ‘— finds out what sort of servants Monique brought home,’ I rasped. ‘Not only are they young men — who make prettier women than I will ever be! — but their circumstances are unthinkable. Why, one of them’s an accused arsonist, hiding from the law!’

  Dewel’s eyes widened, and he pulled me into his lap so we could talk more quietly. ‘And how do you know this, sugah? Honore Delacroix supplies servants for the city’s most persnickety blue-bloods, so I can’t believe —’

  ‘She — he — told me himself! And then Cleopatra — or Chloe, or whatever his real name is — said his mama sold him to the headmistress — in the French Market,’ I rasped, my whispers rising with my frustration, ‘because he was prettier than his sisters. And poor Cinderella —’

  At this name, a dark eyebrow arched in disbelief, but Dewel kept listening.

  ‘— was dumped at the school at a very young age — with a very large donation — simply because he showed a fondness for ladies’ shoes!’ I finished in a fit of disgust. ‘If Chapin finds out Monique has brought such odd ducks into our home, I’m in deep trouble, Dewel.’

  He thought for a moment, cradling me like a child yet making me very aware I was a naked lady on the lap of a lecherous man. ‘And why are you tellin’ me these things?’ he asked quietly. ‘What do you want to happen now?’

  It was the tone I recalled from our first encounter by the courtyard gate, when Dewel had defined my discovery that Chapin was cheating: I must navigate another emotional crossroads and never look back. Once again, his primal power acted like a truth serum, making me behave in ways I wouldn’t have dared, before I became involved with him.

  ‘Well, besides the fact that you brought this on — I expect some answers from Honore Delacroix,’ I replied. ‘I’m going to that school, to demand an explanation from the headmistress herself!’

  ‘Did the spankin’ bother you, Miss Eve?’

  I studied the planes of his face; determined that he was more interested in my welfare than in escalating the feud with his half-brother. ‘Not so much as the trickery — the way Miss Delacroix makes these young men live a lie, to meet her own needs.’

  Was it the moonlight? Or did Dewel assume the crafty air of a sly old fox? ‘You’re the lady of the house,’ he affirmed with a nod. ‘You should indeed quiz Honore Delacroix about your new servants. An instructor of such prominence and high moral standin’ owes you these answers — and more.’

  11 Nasty Accusations

  ‘Ooh-la-la, Auntie Evil! You really had Dewel grunting and spurting — responding to your mouth — last night, oui?’ Monique laughed as she threw open my curtains. ‘You’re ready to seduce Chapin now.’

  ‘We need to talk, Monique. Please shut the door.’

  Squinting at the sunlight, wishing she weren’t so damn cheerful, I scowled more harshly than I intended to. She and Tommy Jon were probably out later than I last night, yet she looked as fresh as a just-opened rose — albeit a rose in a short maid’s uniform, flashing her bare bottom as she bent over to pick up my clothes.

  My maid’s face fell, but then her expression grew more pensive. ‘Did I do something wrong, Miss Eve? I thought you’d like playing naked with Tommy Jon and me. Thought bringing Dewel would be a nice surprise — the best way to keep training you for —’

  She cocked her head, her smile decidedly conniving. ‘Or has Auntie Evil changed her mind about this husband seduction? You want his brother instead, non?’

  How I wished I could grin at her playful suggestion — or at that topknot of midnight hair bobbing untidily behind her white ruffled maid’s cap. But this was no game, dammit. I didn’t know if Mrs Frike had spotted us frolicking naked in the fountain, nor could I postpone speaking to Honore Delacroix about the new servants.

  Not so much what Dewel had said, but how he’d said it, suggested things that were going on behind my back; things he and his zany maid remained deeply involved in. It was no secret he wanted me, but I couldn’t just toss aside discretion and common sense, now could I? After all, the bastard heir to the cane plantation had nothing to lose from these little scenarios he and Monique created.

  ‘I can’t go charging over to confront Honor Delacroix about these three maids,’ I explained in a low voice. ‘But I can’t waste time getting answers either. Chapin came home late last night.’

  Her chocolate eyes widened. ‘But he wasn’t gone long enough to —’

  ‘I don’t know what his story is. I just don’t want him to overhear ours.’

  Nodding, Monique fetched the breakfast tray Fanny had brought up earlier, and quietly shut my door. ‘Let me fix your café au lait, ma tante,’ she murmured, ‘while you tell me about this. Did something go wrong with our two queens and the princess yesterday? Did Chapin see us in the garden?’

  Her sincere concern settled some of my suspicions about strings she might be pulling — even with the best intentions. ‘He didn’t get home until after I came upstairs. But if Mrs Frike happened to see us, who knows what she might have told him about that — and about the new, uh, girls?’

  I took a large bite of the pecan roll beneath the lid she lifted, and gratefully gulped half the cup of the milk-laced chicory coffee. It was best to address one issue at a time; to lead her along with questions and watch her reactions. ‘First of all, did you know that Chloe —’

  ‘Cleopatra,’ Monique insisted. ‘We must maintain his new image and expectations, now that he’s away from the school.’

  I bit into my roll, forcing myself to remain patient. ‘Did you know Cleopatra’s mother sold him to Miss Delacroix? At the French Market, no less
? He was only a child, and she palmed him off like he was —’

  ‘It is that way in poor families, Miss Eve,’ she cut in with a slightly resentful flash of her long lashes. ‘I myself went to work very young.’

  ‘But Chlo — Cleopatra — didn’t take a job, although he was the son and he could logically have done so,’ I countered. ‘His mama sold him because he was prettier than his sisters.’

  ‘And Miss Delacroix paid her well, no doubt. That doesn’t make him unsuitable as a servant on your staff.’

  ‘And did you know that Cinderella’s family gave him to Honore? With a large donation?’ I continued grilling her. ‘His family was very wealthy. They could’ve sent him away to boarding school if his taste for ladies’ shoes offended them. I find this intolerable!’

  My maid, perched on the side of the bed so she could pinch off a bite of my breakfast, paused to chew thoughtfully. She didn’t want to abandon her plan, and her Cajun pride wouldn’t let her admit a mistake. ‘If their work is not satisfactory to —’

  ‘And did you know Toinette is hiding from the law?’ I pressed on, leaning over the tray to make my point. ‘You recall the fire he mentioned, where he lost his family? He might have set it, Monique! He wouldn’t give me a straight answer.’

  The Cajun blanched, and then returned the last bite she’d snitched back to my plate. I’d seen what I needed: my well-meaning Monique couldn’t have known these more sordid background details when she acquired our three unusual maids. Which meant her interview process might not have been as thorough as she’d claimed.

  ‘It’s not the maids’ abilities I’m questioning here,’ I went on more gently, ‘it’s Miss Delacroix’s scruples. Her basic sense of decency. And I’m more concerned about our safety — and what I’ll tell Chapin, because he’s sure to quiz me about them — than about how you came to choose these three. Did you get them from Honore herself? Because she recommended them for our household?’