“Including the emeralds.”
Her hands drift to her breasts and she touches herself, cupping one breast and then the other. My erection pulses against my trousers, hard and needy.
“Her father gambled. He had debt which is what cost him his house and should’ve cost him his title. It nearly cost him his daughter.”
Her palms go to my chest, close to my neck and I raise my hands to her back pushing them under her shirt to her bra and unfastening it. I free her tits, pulling the cups away, seeing them exposed and then I take my time to touch them. It’s a whisper from a finger that I run across them, her nipples tightening further, hard peaks that tell me how much she’s turned on.
“Your grandmother was gambled. She was pretty. Looked like you. And there was a widower that wanted her as his wife. He was thirty years older. He won the card game and when he came to collect her, she offered him the emeralds instead. A trade.”
“And he accepted them?”
“Only after she told him she wasn’t a virgin.”
“So he took the emeralds. And had them made into a necklace.”
I pinch her nipples hard enough to make her gasp and her head tip back. I release them suddenly and scoop a hand under her skirt, into her underwear and find her wet and dripping. Her pussy contracts as I push in two fingers, roughly, not giving her any grace, and then I still my hand, pushing the pad of my thumb against her clit.
“And gave it to his next wife and the next. Your grandmother told my grandfather about them years ago. I heard them.”
She starts to ride my hand, pressing down on my shoulders, her breasts bouncing slightly. I want her on my cock, to fill her with my semen and know that I’ve claimed some part of her.
“He didn’t want her because she wasn’t a virgin?”
I nod, watching her eyelids drop with arousal, keeping my hand still so she can’t quite get what she needs.
“He liked the pain of the first time. A sadist.”
“Do you remember your first time?”
I smile. “Unfortunately. Do you?”
She nods. “All of them. And this is another of those firsts.”
I use my other hand to undo my trousers and then lift her onto my cock, hearing her groan as I fill her, our joining hidden under her skirt.
Her cheeks are flushed and her lips parted as I bounce her up and down on my cock like she’s a doll, tiny but strong , her tits exposed for my eyes and whoever else passes.
She comes with a cry and I fill her immediately after, the pulse of her pussy too much to hold back from.
The room echoes with the sounds of sex and for once it’s alive.
The devil has woken the beast.
* * *
There’s only one reason I get a call at three in the morning and it isn’t ever anything good.
William Goldsmith, junior. Trouble and a bomb waiting to implode.
I pick the phone up and hear his voice. There are sirens and shouts in the background, the noise of commotion and catastrophe.
“I’ve been attacked!” He isn’t calm.
“Where are you?”
“Blackfriars. The club…”
“I’m on my way.”
