Fic: Hat On, Hat Off
Another one, in which I couldn't help with the sexiness of Sexby's hat. XD This is fic TWO, and of course this time I had help. \o/ I will probably re-do some of my other fic, when I get the time.
Hat On, Hat Off
Fandom: The Devil’s Whore
Pairing: Sexby/Angelica
Rated: NC-17
Warnings: AR/AU, Het, spanking, oral
Notes: Happens right after the part where Sexby first sees Angelica (I saw the clip of it on youtube)
Special thanks to: wyvernwolf for the beta work! You rock, hon!!
Disclaimer: I do not own, channel 4 in England does.
~**~
The wind whipped her dress and hair ferociously, and she laughed as she felt it pull her backwards. Her friends laughed with her, their dresses fluttering hard too. It was a brilliant day out, despite the wind, and Angelica felt in high spirits.
“Look,” one of her girlfriends said, “who is that Prince Rupert is talking to?”
Angelica and the others turn to look where she was pointing. The man had long hair, like Prince Rupert, but it was more frizzy and unkempt, and he was unshaven but it looked as though he kept it trimmed. The man’s hat rim whipped with the wind, and she got a few good glimpses of his eyes: squinty, dark, mysterious, and one even had a scar running down it. She supposed he wasn’t what one would consider dashingly handsome, but as she continued to stare she could see that he wasn’t ugly either. The man probably wasn’t as well off as the other men around here, and of course the way he dressed gave it away. Rupert seemed to know him, though, talking to him quietly. She was curious now as to what was being said.
“You’re staring an awfully long time,” said her friend, and then she giggled. The others giggled too, catching on to what was being hinted at, and she found herself blushing.
“Oh, hush!” she said. “I’m only curious, truly.”
“He’s carrying a rapier,” whispered another friend. “Is he a new hired soldier for the prince?”
“A hired something all right,” giggled another girl. “He is actually not too hard on the eyes.”
“Catherine!” Angelica gasped. “Bite your tongue!”
“Well,” Catherine waved some of her hair out of her face. “We all see it, so why can’t I say it aloud?”
“For all you know, he could be completely bald under that hat.”
“You think?” the other girlfriend said, giggling. “Oh, now I am curious too.”
“Angelica, you should go ask him if he is bald.”
“Absolutely not! I will do no such thing.”
“I dare you to take his hat off his head,” said Catherine, grinning impishly. “Go charm him, and then while he is stunned by your beauty, take his hat.”
“You are positively wicked!” Angelica gasped, her face going bright red. “I will not.”
“If you do it, I will give you my slice of dessert tonight.” Catherine bartered.
Angelica opened her mouth to object, or something, but the thought of another slice of that delicious pie was so tempting. Her friends were always telling her she should eat more; ‘you are such a skinny thing’ they’d say, ‘you should have an extra helping of dessert.’ It was easy for them to say, they did not have friends that ate faster than her and thus were able to have more dessert afterwards.
Her friends continued to goad her into doing it, and the more she thought about it (and she was still in rather good spirits) the more she figured she could. The man had turned his head again, and she got a good look at his profile. Oh yes, he was not that bad looking, was he? Now she was just as curious as to whether he had hair under that hat or not. Perhaps she should… and then he was looking straight at her, and her heart leapt into her throat.
“He is looking at you!” Catherine giggled into her ear. The others tittered around her, amused by it all.
“Go on!” said another friend. “Go swipe his hat!”
They pushed at her shoulders, giggling and blushing like schoolgirls, and she couldn’t help but go with the peer pressure. She steeled herself, holding her head high, and walked toward them. Prince Rupert was just walking away as she started for them, probably to do some kind of princely duty, and the stranger was alone now. When he turned his head to look her way, and noticed her coming, he looked stunned but pleased. Oh, her stomach was fluttering madly, but she kept walking forward.
“Milady,” he greeted, and she wasn’t expecting his voice to sound so deep and gravely.
She curtsied, smiled, and tried not to blush too hard. “Good afternoon, sir,” she said, and out of habit she brought a hand up for him to kiss. He took it gently, looking up at her through his lashes and just under the rim of his hat, before lightly pressing his lips to the back of her hand. His whiskers tickled and she grinned to hold in her laugh; she hadn’t had someone with such facial hair kiss her hand in a long time. She could hear her friends giggling in the background, but she decided to ignore them. “New here?” she asked him.
“Yes,” he said. His eyes were so penetrating she felt a rush of something run through her body. He straightened out, placing a hand on the hilt of his sword, probably out of habit. “What is your name, my lady?”
She smiled. “Angelica. Angelica Fanshawe. And you are?”
“Sexby. Edward.” He tipped his hat. She smiled again, unable to stop herself.
“It is a pleasure to meet you, Sir,” she said.
And then he smiled, and she felt her world turn on its head.
The giggling girls brought his eyes toward them, and he smirked at her. “Friends of yours?”
“Yes,” she said. “They can be a little… well…” she wasn’t sure what would be the more polite word to call her friends right now, because their giggling was getting under her skin. She knew they were waiting for her to make her move.
Sexby shook his head, possibly in amusement. “Women,” he sighed. “At times, you creatures are hard to understand.”
Angelica put her hands on her hips, feeling somewhat put upon. “I beg your pardon, sir, us ‘creatures’?”
He looked up, and his expression changed when he realized what he had said. “I apologize,” he said softly, then added, “lovely creatures, then.” He smiled, self-satisfied with his little joke.
“You men are all the same!” she huffed. “Honestly! I do not know why I bothered to introduce myself to you if you are going to be like this.” She made to turn and walk away in a huff, but she stopped and turned back around. “Oh, I almost forgot…”
He looked up at her, expecting her to say something, but then she moved as quick as she could (because she was pretty sure he had good reflexes, considering he was a swordsman) and yanked his hat off.
He had more hair on his head than she thought, more like a widow’s peak. He wasn’t horrible, but then again it was the first time she seen him with his hat off. At the moment, she would agree that he looked better with his hat on, but his face was still decent.
“Is there a problem, my lady?” he said, because she was staring at him in a peculiar way.
“Oh, no,” she said quickly, getting back to the matters at hand. Her friends were laughing again, and she didn’t know what they thought about him without his hat on, but at the moment she really didn’t care. “Um…” she didn’t know what to say, and his eyes were squinting, and it was actually making her feel as though she would swoon.
“Now that you have seen me without my hat, may I have it back?” he said, holding a hand out. She made to give it back to him, but a wicked thought fluttered in her head. She might as well have some fun with him, since he had to go and insult her. She pulled his hat closer to her bosom, and his eyebrows rose in surprise.
“Oh, this?” she said teasingly, fanning herself with his hat as though it was hot out.
He smirked, because he clearly knew he was being teased. “Do not make me take it back from you, Milady.”
“Oh?” she grinned. Now that thought was intriguing. She took a few steps backwards, and he began to follow. She backed up even more, keeping her eyes on him. He stalked her, and she felt a thrill go through her spine. It had been a while since she had a man chase her, so she just acted without thinking and ran off toward the courtyard’s exit. She could hear his quick footsteps behind her, and she squealed and laughed in delight, ecstatic to have him go along with her game. Was she teasing him because she actually liked him, or just because he was paying attention to her?
They had just made it out onto the grass when he caught up to her (or more like he had finally put on some speed), wrapping his arms around her body. She let out another peel of laughter as he tried to wrestle his hat out of her grip. She played a little tug of war with him, and then she tripped and landed on her back in the grass. He went down as well, still holding tightly to his hat, and ended up lying on top of her. She continued to giggle, winded, and she realized that he was laughing too, only more under his breath. She stared up at him: his eyes were shining, and she didn’t know whether to be scared or captivated. He tried taking his hat back again, but she didn’t want this to end, so she continued to hold onto it. Then he pulled her arms up above her head and pinned her, his face close to hers. Her heart skipped.
“You should be punished for your insolence,” he growled, and she swallowed hard.
“You think so, sir?” was all she could say, because the rational part of her brain had melted. She felt a little humiliated that she could not come up with a better retort.
“Oh yes,” he said, obviously ignorant of her plight with words. “Now what would be a proper punishment for the lady?”
“No dessert?” she offered aloud, and then found herself giggling.
He allowed himself a little smirk, and then he moved closer, as though to kiss her, and she was not sure if she was even ready for that. They had only just met, after all! She turned her head, and his lips landed on her cheek instead. She looked over at him without moving her head and noticed the amusement in his eyes.
“Milady is flushed,” he said softly. “You enjoy having a man lie atop of you, perhaps?”
Her mouth flew open in shock, feeling rather appalled at his cheek. “How dare you, sir…!”
He laughed, yanked his hat out of her loosened grip, and placed it back on his head. She felt as though she should defend her honor, because really, who else would do it? He obviously needed a lesson in manners. When he stood back up and then helped her up (well, at least he had enough manners to do that), she made to slap him, but he grabbed her wrist mid-swing, eyes gleaming with amusement.
“Well, well…” he whispered. “My lady is also feisty. Perhaps you do need to learn a lesson.”
She felt her face heat up, a thought making its way to the forefront of her mind. When she was little, the way her father always taught her a lesson was to put her over his knee and give her bottom a good walloping. She had never enjoyed it as a child, but for some odd reason the mere thought of Sexby spanking her… her skin turned a deep red and she ducked her head.
“Milady likes the thought?” he said, very amused by her reaction. “Well, then…”
“No, you are the one that needs to learn a lesson!” she huffed, and then he was dragging her along back to the courtyard and toward some secluded area of the building. A part of her was excited by the prospects, but another part of her was horrified. “What are you going to do to me?”
He found an actual room with a door on it. It looked to be a storage area, but it didn’t matter now; he barred the door and brought her over to the corner where there was a bale of hay. She realized that she hadn’t been struggling in his grip at all, or hadn’t yelled out for help. Did this make her ill in the head to want this?
He sat on the edge of the bale, and then pulled her over his lap. She blushed, gripping at the hay and braced herself. She felt the forbidden heat flash through her body at the thought of what he was about to do, and she made a cross symbol across her chest for forgiveness.
He lifted her dress and pulled down her pants, baring her arse to him. She heard him hum in approval of what he saw, and she blushed even harder.
“Lovely creature is right,” he whispered, gently running his fingertips over her bottom. “Is my lady prepared?”
“Sexby…” she whimpered, because honestly what could she say? Then she felt his hand hit one of her arse cheeks sharply, and she gasped. Then he swatted the other just as hard, and she whimpered, unable to contain herself. She prayed for forgiveness again as her inner heat coursed through her. He smacked both buttocks at the same time, over and over, and during it one of her legs slid off his lap so that now she was even more exposed to him. She found she didn’t care, and she cried out as he hit her harder.
“Oh, God, st-stop… ohhh…” she closed her eyes in horror. Her body was betraying her. She was wet between her legs, and she was a quivering mass of hormones in his lap. When he stopped spanking her, his hand ghosted lightly over the redness on her bottom, and she gasped. His handprint felt hot as he touched it, and just as she was about to tell him to let her up, he had slipped a finger inside her. She gasped loudly, twisting her upper body around to look at him. “You… you pervert! You mangy cur!”
“And you like it, love,” he whispered, and then he took his hat off and placed it onto her head. “Yes?”
“No!” she cried. But she was lying. “Take your filthy finger out of me this instant!”
Instead of doing as she asked, he slid a second finger into her, and slowly she felt her resolve crumble. Oh God, why was his touch making her lose her mind? Her thighs shook the more he thrust his fingers in and out of her, and she could feel the dig of his own reaction against her hip. She tried to tell herself that she was shaking because she was upset, but truthfully it was because his fingers were working their magic on her. Then his thumb brushed against her sensitive button and she convulsed against him, sinful pleasure being ripped out of her. She had soaked his fingers, she could feel it, and she felt mortified.
“It was not really much of a punishment,” said Sexby, taking his hat back from her head. “But it will do, do you not agree, love?”
She got up on shaky legs, trying to keep her composure, but she was losing. Sexby sat back against the corner, legs splayed, and his obvious erection showing through his trousers. For a wild second, she thought about helping him with it, but then mentally berated herself. She had already sinned enough.
“Of course,” he continued, once she had straightened herself out, “you could always return the favor. It’s only polite.”
She glared at him, but she found she didn’t have the energy for her complete annoyance with him. He was smiling cockily, as if he knew that she would succumb to his wishes. She did not want to, but the way he was looking at her…
“I will not,” she said. “This whole charade has gotten out of hand, so I will say good day to you, sir.”
“I have pleased you,” he argued. “The polite thing would be to please me in return.”
“Or else what? You’ll spank me again?” She didn’t know where this bravado was coming from, but it felt good to argue with him. Better to be angry with him right now and not herself.
“Perhaps I will,” he said. “Would you like that?”
“No!”
But then, as if she really had no will of her own, she went down on her knees between his legs. It was like she was under a spell-his spell-and she could not escape it. He undid his trousers and took out the proof of his arousal. She gulped nervously, because he was larger than she thought.
“Come then,” he urged gently, pulling her face closer. “Open wide, my lady.”
She was under a wicked spell, that was all there was to it, because she was obeying, opening her mouth to take him in. He was wet, salty, and the musky scent of him was very strong. She wrinkled her nose for a minute, and then the further he was in her mouth the less displeasing it became. She was careful, sucking in her cheeks as he pushed her head down, and then up again. When he moaned, she found her heart beating faster, enjoying that she was doing this to him. She took pleasure in that and tried to take him down her throat as far as she could. He gasped in surprise, and she felt proud all of a sudden.
“That is it, love, yes…” he moaned, and so she sped up her pace. “Yes, so lovely… keep it up…” He let out a long groan, and then her mouth was filled with his essence. “Oh God, yes!” His hips jerked, and she had no choice but to swallow.
She was a little shaken, but also proud. She had made this hardened, tough man quiver and melt under her touch.
When they left the room together, Sexby stayed by her side as she walked back to where her friends were. But when they got back there, no one was around. She guessed that they thought her and Sexby needed some time alone. She did not know whether to be thankful to them or annoyed.
“I hope I will see you again, my lady,” said Sexby, all smooth manners and politeness again, and kissed her hand, eyes twinkling.
“Yes, I suppose you will.”
End
Hat On, Hat Off
Fandom: The Devil’s Whore
Pairing: Sexby/Angelica
Rated: NC-17
Warnings: AR/AU, Het, spanking, oral
Notes: Happens right after the part where Sexby first sees Angelica (I saw the clip of it on youtube)
Special thanks to: wyvernwolf for the beta work! You rock, hon!!
Disclaimer: I do not own, channel 4 in England does.
~**~
The wind whipped her dress and hair ferociously, and she laughed as she felt it pull her backwards. Her friends laughed with her, their dresses fluttering hard too. It was a brilliant day out, despite the wind, and Angelica felt in high spirits.
“Look,” one of her girlfriends said, “who is that Prince Rupert is talking to?”
Angelica and the others turn to look where she was pointing. The man had long hair, like Prince Rupert, but it was more frizzy and unkempt, and he was unshaven but it looked as though he kept it trimmed. The man’s hat rim whipped with the wind, and she got a few good glimpses of his eyes: squinty, dark, mysterious, and one even had a scar running down it. She supposed he wasn’t what one would consider dashingly handsome, but as she continued to stare she could see that he wasn’t ugly either. The man probably wasn’t as well off as the other men around here, and of course the way he dressed gave it away. Rupert seemed to know him, though, talking to him quietly. She was curious now as to what was being said.
“You’re staring an awfully long time,” said her friend, and then she giggled. The others giggled too, catching on to what was being hinted at, and she found herself blushing.
“Oh, hush!” she said. “I’m only curious, truly.”
“He’s carrying a rapier,” whispered another friend. “Is he a new hired soldier for the prince?”
“A hired something all right,” giggled another girl. “He is actually not too hard on the eyes.”
“Catherine!” Angelica gasped. “Bite your tongue!”
“Well,” Catherine waved some of her hair out of her face. “We all see it, so why can’t I say it aloud?”
“For all you know, he could be completely bald under that hat.”
“You think?” the other girlfriend said, giggling. “Oh, now I am curious too.”
“Angelica, you should go ask him if he is bald.”
“Absolutely not! I will do no such thing.”
“I dare you to take his hat off his head,” said Catherine, grinning impishly. “Go charm him, and then while he is stunned by your beauty, take his hat.”
“You are positively wicked!” Angelica gasped, her face going bright red. “I will not.”
“If you do it, I will give you my slice of dessert tonight.” Catherine bartered.
Angelica opened her mouth to object, or something, but the thought of another slice of that delicious pie was so tempting. Her friends were always telling her she should eat more; ‘you are such a skinny thing’ they’d say, ‘you should have an extra helping of dessert.’ It was easy for them to say, they did not have friends that ate faster than her and thus were able to have more dessert afterwards.
Her friends continued to goad her into doing it, and the more she thought about it (and she was still in rather good spirits) the more she figured she could. The man had turned his head again, and she got a good look at his profile. Oh yes, he was not that bad looking, was he? Now she was just as curious as to whether he had hair under that hat or not. Perhaps she should… and then he was looking straight at her, and her heart leapt into her throat.
“He is looking at you!” Catherine giggled into her ear. The others tittered around her, amused by it all.
“Go on!” said another friend. “Go swipe his hat!”
They pushed at her shoulders, giggling and blushing like schoolgirls, and she couldn’t help but go with the peer pressure. She steeled herself, holding her head high, and walked toward them. Prince Rupert was just walking away as she started for them, probably to do some kind of princely duty, and the stranger was alone now. When he turned his head to look her way, and noticed her coming, he looked stunned but pleased. Oh, her stomach was fluttering madly, but she kept walking forward.
“Milady,” he greeted, and she wasn’t expecting his voice to sound so deep and gravely.
She curtsied, smiled, and tried not to blush too hard. “Good afternoon, sir,” she said, and out of habit she brought a hand up for him to kiss. He took it gently, looking up at her through his lashes and just under the rim of his hat, before lightly pressing his lips to the back of her hand. His whiskers tickled and she grinned to hold in her laugh; she hadn’t had someone with such facial hair kiss her hand in a long time. She could hear her friends giggling in the background, but she decided to ignore them. “New here?” she asked him.
“Yes,” he said. His eyes were so penetrating she felt a rush of something run through her body. He straightened out, placing a hand on the hilt of his sword, probably out of habit. “What is your name, my lady?”
She smiled. “Angelica. Angelica Fanshawe. And you are?”
“Sexby. Edward.” He tipped his hat. She smiled again, unable to stop herself.
“It is a pleasure to meet you, Sir,” she said.
And then he smiled, and she felt her world turn on its head.
The giggling girls brought his eyes toward them, and he smirked at her. “Friends of yours?”
“Yes,” she said. “They can be a little… well…” she wasn’t sure what would be the more polite word to call her friends right now, because their giggling was getting under her skin. She knew they were waiting for her to make her move.
Sexby shook his head, possibly in amusement. “Women,” he sighed. “At times, you creatures are hard to understand.”
Angelica put her hands on her hips, feeling somewhat put upon. “I beg your pardon, sir, us ‘creatures’?”
He looked up, and his expression changed when he realized what he had said. “I apologize,” he said softly, then added, “lovely creatures, then.” He smiled, self-satisfied with his little joke.
“You men are all the same!” she huffed. “Honestly! I do not know why I bothered to introduce myself to you if you are going to be like this.” She made to turn and walk away in a huff, but she stopped and turned back around. “Oh, I almost forgot…”
He looked up at her, expecting her to say something, but then she moved as quick as she could (because she was pretty sure he had good reflexes, considering he was a swordsman) and yanked his hat off.
He had more hair on his head than she thought, more like a widow’s peak. He wasn’t horrible, but then again it was the first time she seen him with his hat off. At the moment, she would agree that he looked better with his hat on, but his face was still decent.
“Is there a problem, my lady?” he said, because she was staring at him in a peculiar way.
“Oh, no,” she said quickly, getting back to the matters at hand. Her friends were laughing again, and she didn’t know what they thought about him without his hat on, but at the moment she really didn’t care. “Um…” she didn’t know what to say, and his eyes were squinting, and it was actually making her feel as though she would swoon.
“Now that you have seen me without my hat, may I have it back?” he said, holding a hand out. She made to give it back to him, but a wicked thought fluttered in her head. She might as well have some fun with him, since he had to go and insult her. She pulled his hat closer to her bosom, and his eyebrows rose in surprise.
“Oh, this?” she said teasingly, fanning herself with his hat as though it was hot out.
He smirked, because he clearly knew he was being teased. “Do not make me take it back from you, Milady.”
“Oh?” she grinned. Now that thought was intriguing. She took a few steps backwards, and he began to follow. She backed up even more, keeping her eyes on him. He stalked her, and she felt a thrill go through her spine. It had been a while since she had a man chase her, so she just acted without thinking and ran off toward the courtyard’s exit. She could hear his quick footsteps behind her, and she squealed and laughed in delight, ecstatic to have him go along with her game. Was she teasing him because she actually liked him, or just because he was paying attention to her?
They had just made it out onto the grass when he caught up to her (or more like he had finally put on some speed), wrapping his arms around her body. She let out another peel of laughter as he tried to wrestle his hat out of her grip. She played a little tug of war with him, and then she tripped and landed on her back in the grass. He went down as well, still holding tightly to his hat, and ended up lying on top of her. She continued to giggle, winded, and she realized that he was laughing too, only more under his breath. She stared up at him: his eyes were shining, and she didn’t know whether to be scared or captivated. He tried taking his hat back again, but she didn’t want this to end, so she continued to hold onto it. Then he pulled her arms up above her head and pinned her, his face close to hers. Her heart skipped.
“You should be punished for your insolence,” he growled, and she swallowed hard.
“You think so, sir?” was all she could say, because the rational part of her brain had melted. She felt a little humiliated that she could not come up with a better retort.
“Oh yes,” he said, obviously ignorant of her plight with words. “Now what would be a proper punishment for the lady?”
“No dessert?” she offered aloud, and then found herself giggling.
He allowed himself a little smirk, and then he moved closer, as though to kiss her, and she was not sure if she was even ready for that. They had only just met, after all! She turned her head, and his lips landed on her cheek instead. She looked over at him without moving her head and noticed the amusement in his eyes.
“Milady is flushed,” he said softly. “You enjoy having a man lie atop of you, perhaps?”
Her mouth flew open in shock, feeling rather appalled at his cheek. “How dare you, sir…!”
He laughed, yanked his hat out of her loosened grip, and placed it back on his head. She felt as though she should defend her honor, because really, who else would do it? He obviously needed a lesson in manners. When he stood back up and then helped her up (well, at least he had enough manners to do that), she made to slap him, but he grabbed her wrist mid-swing, eyes gleaming with amusement.
“Well, well…” he whispered. “My lady is also feisty. Perhaps you do need to learn a lesson.”
She felt her face heat up, a thought making its way to the forefront of her mind. When she was little, the way her father always taught her a lesson was to put her over his knee and give her bottom a good walloping. She had never enjoyed it as a child, but for some odd reason the mere thought of Sexby spanking her… her skin turned a deep red and she ducked her head.
“Milady likes the thought?” he said, very amused by her reaction. “Well, then…”
“No, you are the one that needs to learn a lesson!” she huffed, and then he was dragging her along back to the courtyard and toward some secluded area of the building. A part of her was excited by the prospects, but another part of her was horrified. “What are you going to do to me?”
He found an actual room with a door on it. It looked to be a storage area, but it didn’t matter now; he barred the door and brought her over to the corner where there was a bale of hay. She realized that she hadn’t been struggling in his grip at all, or hadn’t yelled out for help. Did this make her ill in the head to want this?
He sat on the edge of the bale, and then pulled her over his lap. She blushed, gripping at the hay and braced herself. She felt the forbidden heat flash through her body at the thought of what he was about to do, and she made a cross symbol across her chest for forgiveness.
He lifted her dress and pulled down her pants, baring her arse to him. She heard him hum in approval of what he saw, and she blushed even harder.
“Lovely creature is right,” he whispered, gently running his fingertips over her bottom. “Is my lady prepared?”
“Sexby…” she whimpered, because honestly what could she say? Then she felt his hand hit one of her arse cheeks sharply, and she gasped. Then he swatted the other just as hard, and she whimpered, unable to contain herself. She prayed for forgiveness again as her inner heat coursed through her. He smacked both buttocks at the same time, over and over, and during it one of her legs slid off his lap so that now she was even more exposed to him. She found she didn’t care, and she cried out as he hit her harder.
“Oh, God, st-stop… ohhh…” she closed her eyes in horror. Her body was betraying her. She was wet between her legs, and she was a quivering mass of hormones in his lap. When he stopped spanking her, his hand ghosted lightly over the redness on her bottom, and she gasped. His handprint felt hot as he touched it, and just as she was about to tell him to let her up, he had slipped a finger inside her. She gasped loudly, twisting her upper body around to look at him. “You… you pervert! You mangy cur!”
“And you like it, love,” he whispered, and then he took his hat off and placed it onto her head. “Yes?”
“No!” she cried. But she was lying. “Take your filthy finger out of me this instant!”
Instead of doing as she asked, he slid a second finger into her, and slowly she felt her resolve crumble. Oh God, why was his touch making her lose her mind? Her thighs shook the more he thrust his fingers in and out of her, and she could feel the dig of his own reaction against her hip. She tried to tell herself that she was shaking because she was upset, but truthfully it was because his fingers were working their magic on her. Then his thumb brushed against her sensitive button and she convulsed against him, sinful pleasure being ripped out of her. She had soaked his fingers, she could feel it, and she felt mortified.
“It was not really much of a punishment,” said Sexby, taking his hat back from her head. “But it will do, do you not agree, love?”
She got up on shaky legs, trying to keep her composure, but she was losing. Sexby sat back against the corner, legs splayed, and his obvious erection showing through his trousers. For a wild second, she thought about helping him with it, but then mentally berated herself. She had already sinned enough.
“Of course,” he continued, once she had straightened herself out, “you could always return the favor. It’s only polite.”
She glared at him, but she found she didn’t have the energy for her complete annoyance with him. He was smiling cockily, as if he knew that she would succumb to his wishes. She did not want to, but the way he was looking at her…
“I will not,” she said. “This whole charade has gotten out of hand, so I will say good day to you, sir.”
“I have pleased you,” he argued. “The polite thing would be to please me in return.”
“Or else what? You’ll spank me again?” She didn’t know where this bravado was coming from, but it felt good to argue with him. Better to be angry with him right now and not herself.
“Perhaps I will,” he said. “Would you like that?”
“No!”
But then, as if she really had no will of her own, she went down on her knees between his legs. It was like she was under a spell-his spell-and she could not escape it. He undid his trousers and took out the proof of his arousal. She gulped nervously, because he was larger than she thought.
“Come then,” he urged gently, pulling her face closer. “Open wide, my lady.”
She was under a wicked spell, that was all there was to it, because she was obeying, opening her mouth to take him in. He was wet, salty, and the musky scent of him was very strong. She wrinkled her nose for a minute, and then the further he was in her mouth the less displeasing it became. She was careful, sucking in her cheeks as he pushed her head down, and then up again. When he moaned, she found her heart beating faster, enjoying that she was doing this to him. She took pleasure in that and tried to take him down her throat as far as she could. He gasped in surprise, and she felt proud all of a sudden.
“That is it, love, yes…” he moaned, and so she sped up her pace. “Yes, so lovely… keep it up…” He let out a long groan, and then her mouth was filled with his essence. “Oh God, yes!” His hips jerked, and she had no choice but to swallow.
She was a little shaken, but also proud. She had made this hardened, tough man quiver and melt under her touch.
When they left the room together, Sexby stayed by her side as she walked back to where her friends were. But when they got back there, no one was around. She guessed that they thought her and Sexby needed some time alone. She did not know whether to be thankful to them or annoyed.
“I hope I will see you again, my lady,” said Sexby, all smooth manners and politeness again, and kissed her hand, eyes twinkling.
“Yes, I suppose you will.”
End