Release her bonds

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 freed her wrists one at a time as she gazed up from beneath him in silence. As each hand was untied he drew her arm to his lips and kissed her wrists softly where the ties had chafed at her soft skin. 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 your arms and legs free." Randy sighed as he lifted off of the lovely maiden, pulling out of her with a groan. Freeing one ankle was as simple as releasing it from the silk stocking, her last limb took longer to free as he had to find the key in his discarded trousers and slowly loosened 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 he 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."