She sighed. “Of course. You’ve fixed it.”
“No,” he intoned. “I’ve replaced the worthless bit of tin.”
She lifted her chin in a proud gesture and reached for her reticule. “I’ll reimburse you, of course.”
“No need,” he assured her quietly after a few seconds heavy with meaning.
They were both quiet for long seconds before Col broke the silence. “Take it off for me?”
“What?”
“I said, take it off for me.”
* * *
Charlotte looked downat the simple dress she’d worn home from Goodrum’s before gazing back toward the source of the disembodied voice in the corner. “Why would I do that?”
“Because I’m asking you to…” After a few seconds Col added, “I promise not to touch you.”
“How do I know I can trust you to keep your word?”
“You’ve already spent one night in my arms. If I were going to ravish you, I’d have done so then.”
She silently began to unbutton the dozens of tiny shell-like buttons that lined the front of her simple white gauzy dress.
After a few moments, he intoned. “A little faster, if you please.”
She smiled to herself in the darkened room because she was pretty sure he couldn’t see the expression on her face.
Once she’d taken off her stays and stockings, she paused before dispensing with her linen shift. “Why am I the only one disrobing?”
“Because you’ve been a bad girl.”
She placed her hands on her hips, fully aware he could see her nipples through the sheer shift. “No more until you take off something.”
His boots clattered out of the shadows and into a corner. “That’s something…now off with the shift, Miss Smythe.”
Charlotte shivered in the night breeze flowing through her slightly opened window. Suddenly Col appeared out of the darkness and joined her in the patch of moonlight in his bare feet and with nothing but his shirt covering the rest of him. He handed her two silk scarves.
“What are these for?” Her voice quavered with uncertainty.
“After I rid myself of this shirt, you’re going to tie me to that bed and then have your way with me.”
She shivered even more and couldn’t blame the night breeze.
He slowly and deliberately pulled off his shirt before standing before her, his arms wide. “See? Still not touching you.”
When he moved to climb onto her wide bed, he lay on his back with his arms extended for her to tie him to the bed posts. When she leaned over him, still in her shift, her nipples hardened when she had to lie against the scratchy hairs on his chest while tying each of his wrists.
* * *
Col’s heartgave a terrified stutter before he settled in to enjoy the woman above him. The idea of being tied and unable to protect them if need be filled him with momentary doubts. However, his cock was all in favor of this new experience.
Charlotte, ever cautious, kept her shift on but experimented with straddling his legs while carefully touching his cockstand. Col squirmed but then relaxed, deciding if he were to die from this sort of torture, he’d gladly meet old Nick at the door to the big sinners’ bonfire below.
Charlotte leaned back on her knees on the bed next to him and looked her fill for what seemed a long while. The time passed excruciatingly slowly, but he knew her perusal could not have lasted more than a minute or two. Finally, she bent over and tentatively licked at the beads of moisture already forming on the head of his cock. He jerked in pleasure and feared he’d rip the scarves from the bed posts.
Her next stop was his lips. He had no idea a woman could kiss a man that many ways for that long. After she plunged her tongue, sucked, and licked her fill of his mouth, face, and ears, she straddled him again and carefully rubbed against his member, thoroughly wetting the two of them. Finally, she took off the shift, and he was afraid he might actually die right then and there.
