She lets Randy take control

Randy was relieved when Miss Marlton took his warning seriously. She pulled her lips away and finally he was able to clear his head but before he could come to grips with how he felt about this new adventurous attitude, she surprised him again by slipping to the floor and kneeling at his feet. He had seen this kind of submissive posture before in the South Sea islands, but had never imagined a Peer of the realm kneeling before him with her head bowed and eyes lowered.

"Lady Marlton!" He exclaimed, "What are you doing?"

"It is like you said Mr. Fuller, I have no idea what I'm doing." The tremolo in her voice only added to the appeal he felt for this young woman. Miss Marlton's chestnut curls gleamed in the flickering light of the oil lamp and he stroked her head as she knelt before him. She was beautiful; wearing only the pale silk shift that exposed the pale white skin of her arms and legs with her loose hair cascading down her back she looked better than any of the dark-skinned island maidens he remembered from his days on the New Bedford. "I thought it best if I let you, as the man, decide how to best sample my simple charms." Perhaps sensing Randy's disbelief Miss Marlton lowered her lips to his feet kissing them like a supplicant before a mighty lord, and at that moment Randy did feel like the master of a colonial plantation with Miss Marlton a **** sent to his chambers for his pleasure. It was like she read his mind:

"I am here for your pleasure, Master." She murmured as she kissed his ankles and Randy felt his erection harden even more that it already had been. Her soft hair brushed over his bare feet sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body, but the erotic fantasy of having an aristocratic young woman like Lady Marlton prepared to serve his needs like a purchased **** was even more arousing than any pleasure from her lips or soft wavy locks of hair.

"Use your pretty mouth." He grunted lifting her head until her cheek rested against the bobbing erection. "I want to feel your plump red lips wrapped around my cock."

Charlotte knew exactly what Mr. Fuller wanted, in every one of her erotic books the young heroines were **** to serve in this humiliating mockery of the act of love. She remembered the confusion she had experienced so many years ago when she first read the erotic description of fellatio; that a young woman could even take a filthy man-part like that into her mouth nauseated her, but the maid in the story (according to the author at least) soon relished the taste. It was an undeniable act of submission, but wasn't that exactly what she had expected when she knelt before Black Brand and kissed his feet? Tentatively, she kissed the swollen head of Mr. Fuller's massive rod; the scent of her juices on his manhood was unmistakable but somehow it wasn't at all repulsive, in fact as she licked at his throbbing meat she found she quite liked the musky flavour.

"That's good Charlotte." Mr. Fuller encouraged her, using her given name without any honourific for the first time. By now she had the entire head of his cock in her mouth and was sucking at it with no hesitation. It was no wonder he no longer showed her the respect due her station, what kind of respect should a warrior have for a captured maid sucking her own juices off his meat? The knowledge that this was the very organ that had deflowered her, that had ruptured her hymen and made her scream with passion as she climaxed made the act of cleaning it with her mouth even more wicked. She swallowed more of his length, eager to taste as much of him as she could and the way his fingers tightened in her hair and he groaned in response assured her she was doing something right.

Only when she gagged did she pull back, but as soon as she could Charlotte pushed further onto his shaft again. She could take only a small fraction of Mr. Fuller's length, but she used her hands to pump at the column of flesh left exposed below her lips using the spittle that leaked from the seal to lubricate his soft skin. A tiny part of her mind wondered what she would do when Mr. Fuller began ejaculating into her mouth. According to the trainers in the hareem of the Turkish sultan, men took great offense if their seed was spilled from a ****'s mouth, but in a different book the savage Algonquins who plundered their white captives again and again often withdrew just as their seed began to spurt, deliberately covering the pale bodies of their captives with strings of semen.

Sucking even harder at her captor's rock-hard erection Charlotte realized that what she wanted was irrelevant anyways, Mr. Fuller would do whatever he chose regardless and she would accept his decision because she had **** in the matter.