He is better than that

As powerful as the passionate union had been, Randy knew he could not keep her in this dark cave like a **** to satisfy his carnal needs. He had to send her back to her father and somehow do what he could to keep his weakness from ruining her reputation. But not yet... he collapsed onto the quivering gentlewoman, crushing her delicate figure beneath his as they lay on the bed panting together.

Randy made no attempt to pull out of Miss Marlton, the wet heat of her tight sex felt far too good around his cock for that but he did roll slightly to the side so she could breath more easily. As their breathing slowed her drew her hand to his lips and kissed her wrists softly. How could anyone have such delicate skin? Randy wondered as he felt his erection finally start to soften within her. So soft, and yet at the same time this woman was as tough as shoe leather.

"That was amazing, Lady Marlton, but I think I prefer watching your expressive face as I take you." Randy sighed as he rolled the rest of the way off of the lovely maiden, pulling out of her tight heat. They lay like that together, side by side unsure of what to say.

It is only after her long legs shift, and he heard the rattle of the iron chain against the bed frame that he remembered Miss Marlton was still fastened to his bed. The reminder of how her he had chained her like a **** shamed him. I was still secured around her lower leg although it no longer kept her fastened to the bed. It took a while to free the chain as he had to find the key in his discarded trousers in order to loosen the head of the bolt until finally he could slide her ankle free. Unlike the mild chafing on her wrists there was significant damage to the soft skin of her calf his face hardened when he saw the abrasions and bruising that the iron ring had inflicted on his prisoner.

Charlotte saw the grim scowl on Mr. Fuller's face and she better understood why her father's men had been so easily cowed by Black Brand when he accosted them as they were about. It was not until she followed his gaze and saw what had caused the change in his countenance that she saw the blood on her ankle. Until that moment she hadn't even notice the pain, but now suddenly the stinging became more than a slight annoyance.

"I'm sorry Lady Marlton." Charlotte saw the feared Highwayman scowl fiercely as he cradled her foot in his lap.

"It is not as bad as it looks, Mr. Fuller," she considered the absurdity of addressing him by his family name after what they had just shared, "you should have seen me when a fell from an apple tree when I was only ten. That same leg was broken in three different places." Charlotte laughed happily, "I think my mother wanted to kill me, once she found out I wasn't going to die!"

"What about your father?"

"My father didn't know what to do with me, and by that time he had enough trouble with Jack." Charlotte felt Mr. Fuller stiffen under her legs, his fingers tightened on her leg and he turned to face her.

"Who's Jack?" The words were sharp.

"My step-brother John, only my mother and I called him Jack even though Father insisted that everyone use his given name. He said that 'Jack' made him sound like a village idiot, but Mother never cared."