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CHAPTER FIVE

The following afternoon, Jonathan Parkman arrived promptly for his once a week Wednesday visit. He liked a bit of variety within reason, but never lasted longer than a few moments. Afterward I would pamper him with a nice meal and conversation.

He stayed for a little over an hour, then apologized for the rush and made his farewell. I kissed his smooth cheek and straightened his cuffs at the door. “Do try to have a bit longer for me next week,” I cajoled, smiling. I had saved enough to begin investing and I needed a man to act as my agent. Next Wednesday, after I made him pliable with pleasure, I would discuss the matter.

I spent the day enjoying myself with a long bath, caring for my hands and feet, treating my hair with a cream that contained a reduction of henna to keep it bright, and then trying on several receiving garments until I decided upon a another like I wore yester night. This one black shot with pink ribbon. I poured his brandy and once again, at the exact hour the clock downstairs began chiming, I heard Sara admit him. I had already lit lamps and opened the balcony doors to let the fresh evening breeze blow into the room.

He walked passed me to fetch my toy chest and dragged it beside the bed. “Best I keep this and your hands in sight.”

I had to chuckle. “Something displeased you?”

“It gives a man thoughts when he suddenly finds himself on the receiving end and likes it.” He opened the chest then went to disarm himself. “Better for me to know what you intend before it becomes too late to protest.”

I walked to him, savoring the weight of his regard as he watched. “Your body favored it.”

He drew me into his arms, gazing down at me. “I suspect my body would favor anything you did to it.”

Stroking his chest, I replied, “Then we shall have to further explore.”

He kissed me and that traitorous splendor flooded my veins. Into my mouth, he murmured, “This night, I explore you.”

He stripped himself, then me, kissing me half senseless. I could allow myself to react now, this time to my benefit. I clung to him, happy to let him walk me backwards to the bed. He lowered me, his hands gentle and somehow commanding. I knew I would find much pleasure tonight.

He lingered over my throat and shoulders, then lavished my breasts with attention. My nipples reacted very strongly to sensation and I arched and moaned. He played with my naval, dipping his fingers, then his tongue. I thought I might faint as he brought that silky instrument of delight to my cunt. God in Heaven, the man knew how to please a woman’s body. I seemed to dissolve and I loved it.

Wet and wonton, I cooperated immediately when he turned me onto my belly, placing two bolsters under my hips to lift my bottom high. “Indulge me, darling,” he said silkily, slightly mocking my standard endearment. “A bit of my own back.”

I squirmed a little. The only time I got that particular stimulation, I had to give it myself. I looked back over my shoulder, watching him oil his erection, eyes riveted upon my backside. I spread my thighs wide and he growled. He used extreme care, making me almost impatient to have him in my bottom. I reached under myself to push my fingers into my flowing cunt and rub my clit.

He realized what I did and sank into me. As I stretched and he filled me, I cried out and moaned from the extreme sensations. “You like that?”

“Aye, so much.”

“Would you like me a bit rougher?”

“Just a bit,” I managed. He began to fuck me in earnest and I went wild. “Ooooooh, aye, aye, aye!”

He rumbled and purred and very soon, I began to peak. I screamed as two of his big fingers joined mine inside me and his thumb assumed control of my clitoris and I bucked with the force of my orgasm. I felt his hot climax deep inside me and colored lights danced before my eyes.

He withdrew slowly and went to fetch a damp cloth. I could hardly form a coherent thought. I knew I should move, recover my dignity. All the same, I lie there spread and filled with his semen, covered in his scent.

He tended me very gallantly, pulled the pillows from under me and made me more comfortable. My business mind engaged before anything else, voice thick still from recent sexual satisfaction, I managed, “Anal is extra. Standard Paris rates. The pre-payment does not cover specialties. You understand, of course.”

An iron veil dropped over his features and he began to dress. In that sophisticated, polite tone, he returned, “I shall have that delivered by the noon hour.” After he buckled on his weapons, I struggled to get out of bed and to my feet. My legs shook unreliably. He bowed. “Until morrow night.”

“I shall count the hours, sir.”

I saw the rebellion in his face, yet he made no verbal objection.

After I heard the front door close behind him, I did no more than clean my teeth and fall into bed and sleep.


CHAPTER SIX
The following night, after he took his very slow, sweet time having me, he continued to lie abed, naked and unselfconscious, watching me from under lazily lowered lids. I stood in the doorway leading out to the balcony, leaning my back against the door frame. The very thin robe I wore concealed almost nothing. I felt his eyes on me, even when I turned my head to stare out into the night. A very light spring drizzle had begun at dusk and seemed determined to continue. The air felt very fine and I found a moment of contentment.

“Good business practice dictates denying the first offer,” he said from the bed. “Let us move beyond haggling and negotiations, Dougless. Name your price.”

“If you mean exclusive rights,” I began without abandoning the view of gently falling rain, “no price can be set.”

“There’s a price for it. You’ve just no wish to share it with me yet.”

He had thieved my moment of quiet content. Pushing away from the frame, I walked into the bedroom and poured us each a brandy. I held out his. He caught my wrist instead and drew me into bed. I settled myself cross-legged beside him. He rolled onto his side to face me, showy upper body propped on bent elbow. His dark hair flowed loose and glossy. I reached out to stroke it and he relieved me of the second libation.

I explained, “Ending with my regular clients would destroy my guaranteed income. I would prove foolish indeed to insult them.”

“Some excuse could be made.” His deep voice held a note of insistence I did not doubt would soon vex me.

“How kindly would you take it?” I watched his expression as I sipped from my snifter.

He ignored my reasoning. “I am extremely wealthy. Let me make it worth your while.”

“You have my final answer on this matter. Now, if you’ve nothing else to speak of, we shall consider the evening concluded.”

He attempted another approach. “I know I please you, and I doubt any of the fellows I have witnessed coming and going from here please you so well.”

“Have you spied upon me?” I placed my drink upon the bedside table.

“Just enough to know your clientele seems to fall far below the mark by way of masculinity.”

Genuine offense sent me to my feet beside the bed. “They are no business of yours. However, I would like to point out that whatever their perceived shortcomings, not one of them has ever made me uncomfortable, or sought to press me into bending to their will.”

He moved to sit at the bed’s edge, his glass joining mine upon the table. Face earnest, he held out his hands in invitation. “Please accept my apology. My desire for you ruins my manners.”

“Desire for possession,” I returned, finding myself unwilling to forgive the affront as I should.

He stood as well. “If I you cannot forgive me, then I shall take my leave for tonight out of respect.”

Feeling oddly wounded, I answered. “I think it best.”

He dressed, buckled on his weapons and departed with naught save, “Good night to you, Dougless.”

#

I did not sleep well.

Mid-morning I went to ‘confession’ to allow the priest his weekly fix. I would dress very modestly, wearing naught save stockings under my gown. He liked to play with my breasts and cunt, calling me a wicked sinful girl and scolding me amid his own moans. Then he liked to have me lie across his lap while he spanked me in ‘punishment’ for my transgressions as he jerked himself to climax.

I began my association with Father Thomas for insurance. If any religious fanatics ever decided to target me, I could then suggest he would not wish my client list made common knowledge if my vocation suffered the same shaft of public light. I lived on a precarious precipice and did all possible to protect myself.

At first, I cultivated the liaison purely for that reason. Then I began to have sympathy for him, so repressed by his beliefs, yet needing what he needed and having to bear the guilt. I treated him kindly and with generosity. Because, I believed myself the only other human privy to his suffering.

Afterward, I returned home and soaked in a cool bath. Sara trimmed my hair for me and gave me a massage with my scented oil.

A missive arrived for me from Diego and my heart turned a curious flip. Breaking the seal, I opened it and read.

Dear Dougless,
Your justified anger remains heavy upon my mind. I understand if you wish to deny me the pleasure of your company. Still, I appeal to you. Please consider my most ardent wish for maintaining our prior arrangement.
Sincere regards,
Diego

The man did know how to subjugate himself without relinquishing power. I loved his body and he paid me well. This required no consideration. I drafted a succinct response at my desk.

Dear Diego,
Let us forget the matter. I look forward to seeing you and shall welcome you with open arms. Please plan to dine with me. I would enjoy your company and conversation.
Until tonight,
Dougless


CHAPTER SEVEN

For nearly a week, Diego arrived on time, gave me an astonishing amount of pleasure, remained polite and gallant, spent perhaps two hours, dressed, armed himself and kissed me goodnight. Although I looked forward to the hour of his appointment with mayhaps too much longing, I had begun to enjoy a sense of safety.

I considered this as I waited for him in my suite. His visit to his cousin certainly benefited me. I wondered if Roth’s savage spouse knew where her guest spent his evenings. Most likely not.

I heard Sara let him in, and then the pleasing rumble of his deep voice. He had begun greeting her and she told me just looking at him caused her to blush. I knew exactly what she meant, everything about him made a woman think carnally. His voice, the way he moved, his size and coloring to name but a few. And the look in his eyes told you he had made many women scream, claw his back and moan his name in bed.

He walked through the open door and shut it behind himself before disarming and coming to kiss me. “How does this evening find you, Dougless?” He sounded … settled? As if some great decision had come to pass and its achievement put him at ease. Before I could reply, he pulled me against him and his mouth covered mine, warm, damp and delicious.

My mental function rather ceased until he lifted his head. I blinked, gazing up at his face and thinking he must have the longest darkest lashes ever put on a man. “Quite well.”

“I have a business proposition for you, and I wish you to hear me out before you decline.”

“Diego,” I began attempting to extricate myself from his grasp. He kissed me again and I lost the will to fight.

His hands moved over me and the nightrail I wore offered little barrier. His touch did something to me. It did more than delight my senses. I felt cherished, protected. When he again raised his head, he whispered, “Please, hear me out.”

I nodded.

He took my hand and led me to the chair in the corner. Sitting in it caused a creak of protest that made me smile. The men of the Garrett and Gamboa households did not fit the furniture constructed for mere mortals. He invited me onto his lap and I went readily, curious what new angle he believed he had found. A second, louder protest from the chair erupted.

“My time here draws to a close,” he began, and despite my belief in my professional barrier against emotion, my heart almost stopped. “I have several business travels ahead and I find myself pained at the idea of parting with you.”

“My life and livelihood are here”, I responded honestly.

“What if I changed that? Invited you to become my mistress, maintain your house here if you so desire, put enough money into an account only you have access to and arranged it so you had a sworn legal document guaranteeing future deposits at regular intervals, in expected amounts, even if you choose to break with me?”

Stunned, I asked, “Why would you do this?”

“Because I desire you more than ever I have another woman. As quickly as I sink my cock into you, I want you more.” He stared down at me, intent and resolved. “I believe the up front amount I am glad to offer might persuade you.”

“Persuade me.” He might willingly part with a thousand pounds. I could willingly reject.

“Thirty thousand pounds gold.”

I could not school my reaction. “Have you run mad?” I leapt from his lap.

He chuckled. “Regain that business game face, my beauty. Lest I come out on top in an association I have grown accustom to looking up at from the lowest rung.”

“You would have this all signed and documented with a solicitor?” My mind raced with possibilities.

“With great pleasure.”

Yet suspicious, I demanded, “Why?”

He stood. “Because I want you to myself. Because I want to indulge you.”

Scattered now, I pressed, “Why me?”

He stepped close, cradled my face in his big hands and gazed into my eyes. “I am not hypocrite enough to say your body is not a motivating factor. All the same, I have come to know you. I greatly admire your head for business, your dignity and honor concerning clients. Even as jealousy mauls me, the way you conduct yourself concerning clientele impresses me.”

“I would have to give notice.”

Before I could say more, he brought his forehead to mine. “Honor your commitments for the next week with my blessing. Consider it a gift of good faith. The thirty thousand I shall arrange at the bank of your choosing and we may conclude the paperwork on the morrow.”

Recognizing the compromised state of my head, I countered, “May I give you my answer on the morrow?”

He replied, “Of course.”

I reached to open his shirt. He caught my hands. “I shall leave you to your consideration. Send your reply or summons to the same address as before.”


CHAPTER EIGHT

Well, of course I would accept. Only a fool would not and I did not for a moment consider myself such. Despite his extremely understanding offer to allow a week’s continued commerce, I sent messages to all but the good priest, inviting them to dine, then broke the news in person. Father Thomas had to take his bad tidings in letter form.

Samuel upset me terribly. He cried and asked me not to leave him. I rushed to kneel beside his chair. “I have already made my plans to travel. This is not permanent, darling, please do not mourn me so. It stabs my heart.”

He composed himself, stroking my hair. “I would never hurt you. You are the light of my life,” he replied. “Forgive the outburst.”

I caught one of his hands and brought it to my cheek. “There is naught to forgive in the honest devotion of a lover.”

I invited him to linger, but he would not stay. After the door closed behind him, I sighed. Such a good man, and unappreciated by his wife. Then, I went to my writing desk and drafted my answer to Diego.

Dear Diego,
Providing you do not forget I am your mistress, not your wife and chattel, I would happily accept your generously offered arrangement. Might you attend me at my residence at your earliest convenience?
With affection,
Dougless

I folded the note, slipped it into an envelope and sealed it, then dispatched Sara to hire a runner to deliver it.

#

He arrived within the hour, pulling me into his arms and kissing me. Against my lips, he murmured, “You have made me so happy.”

I wrapped my arms up around his neck, holding him to me. When I found breath and could speak, I said, “I broke with everyone today.”

I felt the relief flow through him. “The return of that gift is most unexpected and all the more sweet for it. My gratitude.”

He kissed me again and I danced a little internal jig. What more could I have asked for? An obscene amount of money and a wonderful lover.

#

Diego insisted upon having the business portions of the liaison in place before returning to my house and taking me to bed. I surrendered completely to my passion and I saw in his face what it did to him. We mated in the simplest of positions, without fancy technique or sophistication. Lying on my back, holding him tight, staring up into his bright brown eyes, I began to peak. He must have heard it and began hammering at me like mad.

I climaxed, shaking all over and he groaned, sounding like a dying man and held himself deep in me as he erupted.
#

I spent several days packing and formulating instructions for Sara. I told her to use the house as she pleased, and if she required anything, to fake my signature and make herself happy. I left her five hundred pounds, so I rather doubted she would require aught.

We traveled via ship to Bath to address Shark Shipping and Langford Allocations issues. I spent my days idle and content, my nights making love to my very virile and imaginative man. He used his body like a weapon and I loved it. I did things to him that made him bellow and climax with volcanic force. He lavished attention upon me for it.

#

In Bath we stayed at a lovely house he told me belonged to his cousin’s terrifying wife. I devoted myself to his pleasure. I would send him off to work. Dressed in something sheer and lovely, I would send him on his way with my kiss upon his lips. Then he returned at day’s end to me beautifully gowned with naught save stockings beneath, a spectacular meal and my complete attention.
One morning, a couple came calling. I read their card delivered by the stonefaced butler. Looking to him, I asked, “Are they frequent guests?”

“Aye,” the slightest pause, “madam.”

“Then, admit them.”

A large, dark and very sexually potent man and a slender woman entered the salon. The identical expressions of surprise on their faces told me they expected someone else.

I rose. Assuming the role of hostess, I greeted, “Forgive me if I am not who you anticipated. I am Don Diego de Gamboa’s guest, Dougless Shaw.”

The woman walked forward, holding out her small elegant hands to me. “Forgive our artless stun. We thought Roth and Braxton had returned unexpectedly.”

“Will you have tea,” I invited. “Perhaps wait for Diego?”

All elegant gentility, she replied. “Nay, our thanks all the same. Allow me an introduction. We are Marcus and Corliss Alstead.”

“A pleasure,” I returned. “I shall make note of your kind call to Diego.”

She smiled and I noted the beauty of her blue eyes. “Thank you, Dougless. Much appreciation.”

They departed and I wondered if perhaps I had enjoyed a peek into something very juicy.

#

That evening I told Diego about the visit. He smiled. “They wasted no time arriving.”

Realizing I missed something vital to understanding, I queried, “Did I act inappropriately?”

He kissed me and caressed me much. “Nay. You did just as you should.”

#

We sailed from Bath to St. Augustine. I enjoyed every moment with him, exploring and loving his big, powerful, virile body. My pleasure knew no limits. He did things to me that robbed me of will and wit. All the same, I rained attention upon him, petting and dancing attendance like a harem girl.


CHAPTER NINE

In St. Augustine, we faced questioning from harbor patrols from the Castillio de San Marcos, then, troops allowed us to drop anchor as a legitimate vessel. Diego told me as we traveled via rented landau, the town plan had originated with Governor Gonzalo Méndez de Canzo’s original plan. We traveled through narrow streets near the plaza, to a balconied house of very Spanish architecture.

A welcoming older couple, the Alverezes, greeted us. They gave my presence not a whit of consideration and the conversation waxed animated. We ate a midday meal of the most lovely rice with shrimp, a very British beef roast with carrots and onions, and a sliced melon.

Afterward, Mrs. Alvarez saw us settled into a room and helped me unpack a little. She departed and I asked Diego, “Do they know who I am?”

“They know you are my guest. That is enough.”

He departed that afternoon to tend to business interests. I napped, soaked in the tub and generally relaxed. The time slipped quickly by until a messenger arrived to announce Diego’s return within the hour. The man also bore a request that I make myself ready to depart upon his arrival, and to dress for the out-of-doors and riding.

When my well-paying paramour came back, he rode a rented horse and led another. He slid both feet free of the irons, swung his right leg over and hopped lightly to the ground. “You look so beautiful this evening,” he said, gaze moving over me.

“It is my joy to please your eyes,” I returned. Letting him assist me up onto the sidesaddle, I smiled down at him. His rather slumberous eyes had lowered their gaze. I knew he stared at my mouth. In response, I leaned low, slid my hand under his clubbed hair and drew him to me for a kiss. I teased him, not letting him fully into my mouth, nor delving into his. Then I kissed his smooth jaw and released him.

Diego adjusted the stirrup for me and then mounted. I kept close to him as we rode out of town and to the beach. The sun had only just begun to sink into the ocean. Peachy-pink light made everything glow. It made Diego’s dark skin gleam and my belly fluttered. What a truly magnificent specimen. I looked forward to having him later.

Riding surf’s edge proved spectacular.

Up ahead four very large and intimidating men dressed like guards stood holding a long, high piece of fabric affixed top and bottom to long poles. I glanced at Diego, seeking insight. He but smiled at me. As we approached, they laid the thing down. I saw a large table set for a meal, a single large red rose stood in a tall slim vase in the middle, burning torches blazed, sunk into the sand, and a Middle Eastern style tent. The men strode to meet us and hold the bridles of our mounts. Diego appeared at my knee in a wink and helped me down to the sand.

Smiling at him, delighted at his indulgence and generosity, I whispered, “I have taught you a courtesan’s way.”

He chuckled. “That is not what you have taught.”

I allowed him to seat me, and place my napkin in my lap, then lift the covering dome from my plate. A whole lobster sat nestled upon a bed of greens. I realized the thing had undergone a boil, then chilling. The covering had done naught save protect it. Then, my attentive paramour uncovered wedges of lemon speckled with parsley, cracking tools, and poured me a fragrant white wine.

Observing manners, I waited until he had done the same for himself. Then, picked up my glass. “To mutually beneficial liaisons.”

He held up his wine. “And, to seeing them evolve.”

We ate, speaking of his business intent and the balminess of the air, the delightful scenery. Afterward, he carried me into the tent. The solitary occupant, I saw, a large bed. Diego stripped us both. I surrendered to his very gallant seduction of a willing mistress. I attempted to stifle my cries.

He murmured, “Let me hear. Let them hear. I like the idea of them hard in the confines of their breeches, knowing my cock makes you vocalize.”

I trumped his play. After a few moments of my moaning and gasping, I rolled him over and sucked his big cock hard enough to risk ripping it off. He bellowed like a bull and held my head to him. Yet, a in a trice, I found myself on my knees, pillows beneath my hips, cheek pressed to the lavender-scented, linen-covered mattress. Beyond shame or resistance, I heard myself yell as he shoved into my wet, submissive cunt.

We climaxed quickly and colored lights danced behind my closed eyes.

#

Mayhaps an hour later, Diego roused me from a doze. “I have something I wish to speak to you about.”

Thinking business, I became sharp and ready. “Aye?”

He got from bed. I rolled onto my side. When I saw him reach under the bed, I thought perhaps he had some manner of toy he wished to employ. Then I saw a small wooden box. Inside, I rubbed my hands in glee. Jewelry always made me happy. I loved it.

Diego knelt beside the bed. “Dougless, I want you more than I have any other. Our time together has made me realize I love you. Please, do me the honor of becoming my wife, my partner, my most treasured joy and happiness.”

Stunned, I gawked as he opened the box and a truly obnoxious diamond and pearl ring winked and poked at my eyes. Artless in my complete shock, I scooted away. “You have lost your reason. Your wits have departed. One does not seek to wed a paid sex provider and soiled dove.”

His expression mirrored offense. “My heart does not see you thusly. I have come to cherish you and respect you as an equal. Your business capacities do not ‘soil’ you.”

I took a deep breath and attempted to govern my reaction with gentility. “I think too much of you to allow a severe case of sexual infatuation to ruin your good name. You shall marry some titled lady and lead a very lovely life.”

His brows lowered. Diego came to sit upon the bed. He set the box hosting the ring between us. “You hold my heart, Dougless. That shall not change. Do not base your decision upon class or society, for I and mine possess enough power and privilege to do as we fucking please.”

Tears welled in my eyes. I had wished never to have such a ruinous conversation with him. “All respect and gratitude aside, my answer must be ‘nay’.”