Roué

Her head lays on his chest, fingers tracing mindless shapes across his abdomen. He watches with amusement when her fingers dare to slip beneath the sheet, never going too low, just enough to show her curiosity.

“Is it even possible for a woman to own property without being widowed?”

“No,” Robert sighs, resigning himself to talk about this. It’s been quite a few years since he’s spoken about Eliza, instead choosing to push the memory of her as far away as he could. Even Hester knew better than to bring up the subject of her sister around him.

“She cannot own it, but her son can. It’s willed to her as a life tenet until any male heirs she might have.”

She rests her chin on her hand, looking up at him, her dark eyes blazing with a need to know and understand. He doesn’t fear it as much as he once did, but still there’s that creeping doubt that if he doesn’t keep these cards held close to his chest he’ll regret it.

“But John is only a boy,” she says, forehead wrinkled adorably while she tries to work out this twisted tale. “So it would be his father that cares for the property anyways. At least until he comes of age.”

“Perhaps, under normal circumstances,” he concedes. “But Eliza and Hester’s father was not normal.” Tension begins to slither it’s way throughout him. He tries to control the seething rage in the pit of his stomach, reminding himself that Anna’s not here to hurt anyone with the past. Like always, she only ever just wants to help.

Sitting up beside his slouched form, she chuckles good-naturedly. “Like Hester, herself.”

Her smile falls when he doesn’t return it, a shadow of fear in her eyes.

“No, pet. Not like Hester.”

With a sharp inhale he rolls away, throwing the blankets from his legs and sitting on the edge, starting to feel too confined in this small room and even smaller bed.

The heavy silence lingers for a time before Anna finally breaks it, so soft and hesitant. “What happened?”

“Their mother died birthing Hester, and their father had been quite in love with his tall, blonde, winsome wife. He refused to marry again, never forgetting the wife whom he barely knew yet placed high upon a pedestal.”

He hears Anna shift behind him, trembling fingers finding his shoulder blade, calmly waiting to see if he will bite, like some sort of wild animal. And he hates that’s how she thinks of him now. After the garden, she’ll always be watching for that side of him to emerge.

He takes a heavy breath, trying to ease his mind and body.

“But, eventually, he did again find love... with his eldest daughter, who was the spitting image of the wife he’d lost.” Anna’s hand jumps away from him, her quiet gasp laced with horror.

“They even shared a name, she and her mother. Elizabeth.” He wants to turn, to see her reaction, but he’s too afraid.

“Why- It’s- How could a father do such a thing to his own child,” she questions after a few false starts, obviously in shock.

Sparks burst behind Robert’s eyelids when he rubs them forcefully, as if trying to burn out the story from his mind. “Not all people are good or even decent.”

He stands and makes his way to the decanter along the wall, pouring himself a drink. “Most are selfish.” The amber liquid burns down his throat like fire. “You should know that by now,” he says, pointing at her. He probably sounds accusing, but he doesn’t mean to. She’s just so damn naive and trusting. A proper little gentlewoman who still thinks the world is a good place with good people, and it scares the hell out of him. “Don’t ever trust anyone, pet.”

He slams back the rest of his drink, arm leaning on the fireplace as his mind begins to wander dangerously. He doesn’t hear her leave the bed, nor even pad across the room to stand in front of him, proud with her shoulders back and chin high, naked as the day she was born. And he feels his want for her rousing him again, despite the dark tale that’s colored their surroundings.

“I know the world,” she assures, hand raising to let her cool fingers graze soothingly down his overheated body. “You forget that I have lived a life before I met you, and it’s never been easy.”

He tucks his chin into his chest, a bit ashamed if he’s honest. “No, I don’t suppose it was.” Then her lithe fingers take him gently, wrapping around his partially erect cock that’s soon to begin swelling at her touch. “Anna.”

“There are bad people in the world,” she says, coming close enough for him to smell the sweat and sex that lingers on her. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t hope for good.”

The backs of his fingers caress her cheek, feeling the warmth of her flush as the blood pools there. “Such an agreeable, idealistic girl.”

“I’m not a child,” she insists with a calm demeanor that proves it.

Perhaps not, though there’s still an intoxicating mix of innocence and knowing there, her face still a bit round with childhood, just starting to show the sharp edges of womanly cheekbones.

“No you’re not. Not anymore. But that might make this world even more dangerous for you.” With a hard swallow, he sets his hand over hers, showing her what to do, how to pleasure him. Its a lesson with few words, except for a few shy questions on her part, and a few corrections and assurances on his.

“You said you wanted my mouth on it.”

His pet has become so bold. He can’t help but laugh. “Eager, are you?”

Anna kneels, taking her time, eyes never leaving his on her journey down. He releases a tremulous sigh, trying to gain control of himself.

“Curious,” she corrects. She lists forward, glancing between him and his cock, and gives its head a messy, open-mouthed kiss.

Licking his lips, his fingers card through her dark hair, gathering it behind her head, wanting to watch her do this.

When she pulls away she gives a coy smile along with a shrug. Oh she is a very naughty governess, indeed. “But I also enjoy keeping you on your toes, sir.”

“Do you,” he questions strictly, using the grip he has on her hair to yank her head back, her pink lips, which he’s about to fuck, part with a gasp. “Do I need to remind you who’s in charge, pet?”

She drags nails down his thighs and he knows he’s lost to her. “Of course not, sir. I’m your good girl, I swear. I still need you to teach me.”

Running her palm back up his thigh, she touches him again, though this time it’s all hesitance and uncertainty. Robert releases his hold on her, combing through the strands and pushing them behind her ear, and she purrs in contentment at having pleased him.

But she truly is unsure, he realizes, for all her bluster. His sweet pet. But his swelling cock is all she needs to bolster her confidence, body scooting closer. He can’t help but hiss as he rests an arm on the nearby mantlepiece, already enjoying this entirely too much, and she’s barely put her mouth on him.

Her big brown eyes are round, examining him with reverence while she handles him with such care. Her hand slides slowly up from the base toward the head, warm and dry and gentle.

“It feels lovely, pet,” Robert encourages as his tip beads with precum, and her eyes spark with curiosity.

“It gets wet too,” she says with a bit of awe. She touches it lightly with a swipe of her thumb, smearing it around, making him grunt. She doesn’t even seem to hear him, invested as she is in this new experience. She’s such an earnest, attentive girl, playing unselfconsciously with his cock, and he thinks he may just die right here and now.

When more precum blurts up she shuffles closer on her knees, hazily he thinks how he should’ve warned her to get a pillow before they began, but the thought all but disappears the moment she leans forward and kitten licks across the slit.

She makes a face, nose wrinkling and making him chuckle. He pets the back of her head fondly, having the sudden urge to kiss her. He’ll save that for later. Encouraged by his happiness, she leans in again, this time licking up the side with a flat, hard stroke of her tongue from base to tip, before experimenting with swirling around the head and feather light tickles across the underside.

“You’re doing very well. Such a good girl.” She coos as she trails kisses along the length of him, cheeks flaming at his praise. “Such a sweet mouth, so eager to please me.” His sharp eyes notice her wriggling body, thighs pressing together hard, trying to ease the ache that’s surely building there.

She licks broad and wet on his underside, face tilting up as she does so, showing off her chin, slick and shiny with spit, and he resists the clawing urge to well and truly fuck her mouth. He doesn’t want to scare her, and besides, he’s rather enjoying this little learning session. It’s definitely making this one of the more erotic times anyone’s ever done this.

Finally, she closes her lips around him, red and glistening, the head of him lost in the heavenly wet heat of her mouth. “Fuck, Anna.”

As wonderful as it feels, Robert can see how unsure she is with this new experience, not doing much of anything except sliding the rough smooth of her tongue against him.

“Suck on it, pet,” he directs, “but be careful with your teeth.”

Anna tries, the fluttering draw around him nearly undoing him. But it’s only after a few more times she remembers she can move her tongue as well, alternating between them. The soft pulses of her mouth are enough to strain the tenuous grip he has on himself, nearly snapping. With a deep swallow he drops his head back, his thumb caressing the crown of her head.

“So good. It gets easier, Anna. Just let yourself get used to it.”

She does, adjusting to the thick mouthful, experimenting more and more, and slipping lower as she goes. He continues to praise her, pet her, enjoying the contented little sounds she hums around his cock.

He doesn’t have much more left in him, not at all prepared for the sight and feel of his little governess with her wet mouth around him like he thought he was.

“Up and down, pet,” he orders breathless, fingers grasping her hair as he begins to slowly pull her back before sliding her back down, watching hungrily as the length of him disappears past her lips. He forces her down a little deeper each time until he feels her gag-reflex, letting up to allow her to breathe.

But she’s only gone for a moment before she’s on him again, sucking hard and letting him use her mouth as he wishes, his hips pumping as he holds her head. He’s close, and his mind is a bit fuzzy, but even so, he tries not to **** her. But it’s those last **** thrusts that leave her gagging, squeaking around his cock in surprise.

She’s able to keep most of his cum in her mouth, a bit of it dribbling out the corners and down her chin, and then she’s pulling off of him with a gasp, chest heaving as she licks at her lips. Sitting back on her heels, she grins up at him, chest and face pink with exertion, lips and chin shiny with saliva and cum. So indecent and obscene and fucking beautiful. He wishes Hester were here to see it.

Anna wipes at her chin, turning down with a shy, embarrassed smile. But that just won’t do. With a hand under her chin, he raises her eyes to his. “That was wonderful, Anna.”

She releases a nervous giggle and he bends over, kissing her hard and deep, tasting himself in her mouth. Her needy groan vibrates through him, and he thinks this is the perfect time to reward her for such a perfect performance.

Before he can return her to the bed however, they’re both broken from their lust filled daze by a slam of a door from down the stairs.

“What was that,” Anna questions. He doesn’t miss the sudden jump of fear in her voice, her hand grabbing for his wrist.

“That,” he starts with a foolish grin, “would be Hester.”