She leaves him hanging

Charlotte's mouth was so close to Mr. Fuller's that she could feel the warmth of his ragged breath on her lips, it would be so easy to lift her face to his and offer her mouth...would he kiss her like he had the other day, demanding her surrender? He couldn't **** her to submit, not while he was the one in chains and yet...

Charlotte pushed against Fuller's chest creating enough room for her to slide away and with a little distance between her and his raw flesh she was able to clear her mind. Any minute now Lieutenant Easton could start knocking at the door, if he found Black Brand with his trousers unlaced and his cock half out he'd know at once what she had done.

One more deep breath to clear the haze from her mind, and Charlotte once again took Fuller's erect member in her hand, but this time she refused to succumb to the temptation to stroke the throbbing length. Instead she tucked it back into his pants and deftly laced up the waistband over the thick shaft.

"Is this your plan to torment me Lady Marlton?" Gasped Mr. Fuller through clenched teeth. "You tease me with your soft hands and beautiful body, and then when I'm hard enough to split a log you walk away as if it means nothing?" Charlotte smiled to herself when she heard his weak protest, did he really find her body beautiful? The evidence of his arousal was impossible to ignore, but she was not going to let his flattery sway her opinion of the arrogant upstart of a man.

"Isn't that just what you did to me, Mr. Fuller?" She whirled back on Fuller, standing against the wall so she could look him in the face as she berated him. "You assaulted me, Mr. Fuller! You kissed me, you touched me, you made me feel like a woman and then you let me walk away." She turned her back on the man and walked briskly across the room her heels striking the flagstones of the old wine-cellar trying to pull herself together.

Charlotte ignored Fuller's muttered protests, as she brushed the cobwebs and flakes of plaster off her back and shoulders. She took three deep breaths and rapped sharply on the heavy oak door. For a fleeting second she wondered what might happen if she were locked in this subterranean chamber with Mr. Fuller for any length of time, would she be able to keep from touching him again? Luckily, even before she could consider how good it would feel to run her fingers through his golden hair and kiss him, the heavy oaken door pushed open with a sudden jerk.

Lieutenant Easton, who must have been waiting for her knock, stepped into the chamber with a bow. If he noticed Charlotte's flustered state he was too much of a gentleman to comment about it.

"Will he be taken down from the wall?" Charlotte asked, looking neither at Mr. Fuller or the somber-faced lieutenant but instead a s spot on the wall somewhere between the two and was assured that he'd be released as soon as Charlotte was on her way.

"This ointment," Charlotte indicated an earthenware pot on the shelf closest to where Fuller was standing, "should be applied twice daily, I may return this evening, but if I am otherwise engaged, one of your men can anoint his back." With those final words she stepped through the doorway and made room for Lt. Easton to follow her and lock the door behind them. Once out of Mr. Fuller's hearing she added a final instruction to the officer who was watching her with undisguised concern.

"If he becomes delirious or agitated, or if a fever develops please send word to me at the manor, I would not have him die while hanging from the stocks in one of our villages, not if is within our power to prevent it." She could see the questions slowly forming behind Easton's dark eyes and before he could ask her why she cared so much about this common outlaw Charlotte turned away towards the narrow steps that led up to the sunny courtyard.

"I beg your pardon, Miss Marlton." Lieutenant Easton's words stopped her before she could reach the steps.