Chapter 6

Dazed and excited beyond reason Clarissa whimpered and thrust upward and back. His tongue slid along the seam of her labia, parting the slick flesh. Her cries were muffled by the pillows and she smelled starch and lilac water on the sheets as he pulled her back and up so sharply that her tender nipples, stiffened into tight peaks, scraped across the soft linen in a delightfully pleasant way.

His tongue massaged her clit and his fingers thrust back into her. Her toes pushed into the mattress and her fingers clutched at the sheets, nearly ripping them from the bed.

Paul continued to torment her. Her body rocked from side to side as she sought a release from the pleasure and torment, a pleasure and release she didn’t even have a name for. More juices spilled along the thick curls at the junction of her thighs and she shuddered all over as he abruptly stopped. He undid the buttons on his trousers and pressed the thick head of his shaft against the narrow opening to her inner folds.

He entered her. Pain lanced through her. Her eyes shot open and she went rigid. A quick hard slap to her ass made her go limp and he withdrew then thrust forward again. His heavy and thick cock split asunder her wet and pulsing folds and then slid deeply into her channel, piercing her and taking her right over the edge into a fierce and explosive orgasm.

Her body went limp as he continued to beat into hers but she rallied quickly and began to thrust toward him as he thrust into her, meeting him halfway in a heart-stopping rhythm that had her gasping and panting, her hair tangled and wet, hung over her face and his balls slapped against her flesh before they tightened and moved upward as he approached his orgasm.

Wrapped in aftershocks and fresh desire, with his dick opening her snug sheath so that he could move faster and harder than before, Clarissa came yet again. Her heavy oils splattered his cock and made his passage into her that much smoother. His hands gripped her hips tightly and his breath washed over her bare shoulder.

He withdrew suddenly and his hot fluids coated her ass cheeks. She collapsed into the bed and he placed a hand near her shoulder, breathing heavily as he tried to recover.

He said, “Now perhaps you will be more amenable to taking orders.”

Clarissa allowed him to help her to stand. He guided her to the washbowl and she waited until he turned her back to take up the cloth and soap. She pressed the soft cloth to her nether regions, wincing slightly as she did so. There was a soreness there but it was not unpleasant and there was a recklessness filling her. The train ride would end in a few days, and maybe even sooner depending on where his final destination would be.

She said, “Perhaps.” There was a laugh in her voice.

He chuckled. “I see. Finish dressing and we’ll have a chat.”

She dressed hurriedly and when she turned away from the bowl he took her place, sluicing the used water down the clever little drain and refilling the bowl from the pitcher before washing quickly.

She stared at him greedily. His back was smooth and muscular and his

the bottom was rounded and curved. His legs were long and straight and very well-formed. All in all, he was extremely fit and lithe and she felt a small throb in her crotch as he bent over to retrieve his pants.

He dressed and said, “Now, let’s talk.”

They sat and he asked, “So what is a young woman your age doing traveling alone anyway? I should have asked before I suppose.”

She bit her lips. “I have somewhere to be.”

His dark eyes scanned her. “Are you deliberately evading my questions or do you not have an answer?”

“I have an answer.” She sighed. “My father recently died and I have come into possession of another place to live. I know I should not travel alone and that it is not proper for young ladies to travel alone but there was nobody to travel with me.”

“Not your mother either?”

She shook her head “No, she died many years ago?”

“I am sorry to hear that. So do you have a position awaiting you?”

She shook her head and then said, “I do. I suppose. I have a small…” she stopped speaking. She didn’t want to spill the details. For all she knew he was a fortune hunter!

Paul said, “So how long is your journey?”

“Until Sunnyside and Beek.”

“I see. Then I must insist that you stay with me until then. If you wish to, of course. I would never force you. If you don’t care for my company please say so, Clarissa, but I hope you enjoy it as I am enjoying yours very much.”

“Oh, I am enjoying your company very much as well!”

She was. She hesitated then added, “I must admit I don’t have a lot of social skills. You might find me boring. My father was the vicar so I wasn’t allowed to get to know too many people.”

“I see. My father was a vicar.” She blinked. “Really?”

He nodded. “Oh, yes. I grew up in several parishes. My favorite was right outside London and a stunning little farm. I have a fondness for lawns and gardens, I will admit, and prefer them over the sight of the massive cities.”

“You saw my former residence at the station. It is all coal clouds and stern people.” She shuddered. “I have no idea of what Sunnyside and Beek is like but it must be better than that!”

“It is.” His voice was quiet. “It has a lovely little village with many stores and churches, a rather large park for children to play in on holidays—and it is there that the fair sets up every year.”

Her face lit up.” The fair?”

“Yes. Do you like fairs?”

“Oh, very much. Ours were rather poor, however. Do they allow people to sell things at the fair?”

He smiled, “But of course. I sell things there as well.” She asked, “Like what?”

He said, “I make furniture. Small pieces. That is why I travel at times. I must sometimes go to people’s homes to see better how what they wish me to make will fit into a room.”