The madness grows

Charlotte dropped her eyes slowly, aware of how easy it would be for her to drown in those deep blue wells of his; she didn't want to feel sympathy for this highwayman, she was here to get even for they way he had mistreated her - his **** on her body followed by the cold rejection. This arrogant man had turned her life upside-down and didn't even know it! Her hands moved with more confidence as she raked her fingernails across his chest; scraping the skin of his chest just hard enough to leave faint red marks on his flesh. She liked the way the curls of his chest-hair felt on her fingertips and as one hand continued its teasing of his pectoral muscles she let her other hand follow the line of dark hair down along his hard belly pausing only briefly to finger his navel before continuing her exploration all the way to the waistband of Mr. Fuller's woolen trousers. Did she dare?

Charlotte felt emboldened like never before, bound as he was Mr. Fuller was completely under her control. Not only could she explore this man's form with a far greater degree of safety than she had ever felt, but judging by the harsh breathing and the visible bulge that pressed against the lacings of his trousers her teasing had affected Mr. Fuller as much as his hands and mouth had awakened the woman in her. She licked at each of the hardened nipples in front of her, tasting the salty musk of the unwashed man; in response Fuller pushed forward pinning her against the cold stonework of the wall not doubt covering her dress in grime, but she didn't care. As her lips suckled on his teats her hand rubbed against the hard bulge in his trousers and worked at loosening the lacings that held his waistband closed. She had no idea what she was going to do once she had freed her prize, but she was suddenly determined to hold that forbidden column of flesh in her hands and feel its heat.

"God!" Exclaimed Randy as he realized what Miss Marlton was doing, whores on dark harbor streets had tried to fish out his cock as they did their best to entice him into spending his wages on them, but this was a lady of the realm! He couldn't think. The pain from his back was overwhelmed by the sensation of her mouth on his nipple and the feeling of her small, soft hand pushing into his trousers and curling around his manhood.

"Lady Marlton." He gasped softly as he pulled uselessly on the chains holding him securely to the wall. "Please, stop this." The loosening of the lacings allowed his shaft to straighten and the feeling of the soft palm and fingers squeezing it soon had his cock swelling to it's full size. God it felt good! He hated the way Miss Charlotte could control him this way, he wanted to hate her for her betrayal, for the whipping and now for the way she was exploiting his helplessness but all he could think about was how good her hand felt as she stroked him. He wondered if it was common for women of her standing to give hand jobs like this to favoured suitors, the thought made him growl angrily and for just a second Lady Marlton's hand paused its torturous stroking.

"How does it feel, Mr. Fuller?" Lady Marlton asked him as she resumed her rhythmic squeezing of his cock. "It's not so much fun when you are the one who has no control, is it?" In truth, it felt fantastic but Randy knew what she meant.

"You and your father have been forcing your will on my family for as long as I can remember Miss Marlton." He replied quietly but making no attempt to hide the venom in his voice. "The only difference is that this time you are getting your pretty little hands dirty, instead of ordering others to fuck us over."

"If you truly feel that way Mr. Fuller, why didn't you defile me when I was at your mercy?" Lady Marlton asked breathlessly still squeezing and stroking his shaft as she went on. "Why didn't you **** this great club of yours into my virgin sex and tear me open? You could have punished me with your hateful lust while I begged you to stop!" The image of this long-limbed beauty writhing under him as her plunged between her thighs seared his thoughts like a hot brand on flesh. "After all, if it was **** you wanted, my plain face and awkward body should not have been too much of a deterrence for a vile soul like yours." Her hand had stopped its movement and Randy stared at her in disbelief.

"Because, Miss Marlton, despite what your father may have said, I'm no ****." Randy softened his tone even though his body ached in a combination of pain and desire, "just as you are no ugly duckling in spite of what any of your family or so-called friends may have told you." Lady Marlton's eyes widened and her full lips opened slightly as his words registered - Lord, how he wanted to kiss her again but even stretching painfully against his chains his lips could only brush her temple, if she would just lift her lips to his he'd show her how desirable he found her.