"Lay back."
Heart pounding, she did as he ordered.
She closed her eyes against the cheerful crackling of
the fire, wanting to savor every sensation - the fur on her buttocks, his skin
against hers, the feeling of him about to fit himself inside her. But it was
only his hands she felt, gently removing her bra and panties until she lay,
naked and exposed, on the Baron's floor.
"Sir..." she began softly, but then he was
moving on her once more, and she did not know what it was she meant to say.
It was not his hands she felt this time, but his mouth.
That glorious, perfect mouth and full lips, lowered to kiss her thigh. Bella
moaned and spread her legs. She ached for him to touch her with that mouth.
His probing tongue trailed along her thigh and then
gently slipped between her lips. Bella whimpered, unable to help herself. The
Baron's mouth was warm and firm, laving her in long strokes as he drank in her
juices. He moved so sweetly and gently that she could almost no longer tell
where his tongue ended and where her pussy began. He drank in her juices,
suckling her clitoris and then moving again in the long, slow strokes that
built pleasure within her until she needed to scream.
It was the most perfect sensation she had ever felt.
He gently pressed her thighs back into the bearskin
rug, holding them firmly with his large hands. The Baron took another long
lick, his skill urging her to new heights. The pleasure was building now,
impossibly hot in the core of her, exquisite and aching. She could feel it
crashing through her, desperate and fulfilling at once.
As he moved once more to her clitoris, she felt as
though her whole body was engulfed by his mouth. Bella gasped and cried out,
pressing his face deeply into her pussy. He held it there, deep inside her, as
she came, cresting the wave of pent-up need that joined them both.
For long moments, he held there as her breathing
slowed. And then, he began again.
Bella shuddered against him, lost in the afterglow of
her climax and aching with the need to have him continue, to touch her
everywhere, to drive his hard cock deep inside her. She gasped against the wave
of pleasure that crashed over and through her, breaking against the tongue at
her cunt and leaving her full of a need so exquisite she had trouble breathing.
Her toes curled, and she fought the urge to completely succumb and press the
Baron's face more firmly between her legs.
She could see the muscles in his shoulders flex as he
held her still, and with each move of his head he brought her to new heights of
desire she had never before known. The pleasure was like nothing Bella could
have imagined. She screamed as she came once more, her pussy pulsing against
the Baron's lips.
"Please," she whispered.
Slowly, slowly he rose from between her legs, his face
heavy with desire but also a strange look of fear.
"Bella," he whispered, his voice husky with
need. "I have to fire you."
Bella stared at him in shock. "What?"
"I have to let you go."
"But - " But she was naked on his floor. But
he had just pleasured her in ways she had not ever known she could be
pleasured. But he had already told her he needed her to stay. Bella bit her
lip, wanting to say all of those reasons, and none of them.
"Bella, please." The Baron's voice sounded
strangled now. "Get out."
Slowly, Bella stood and gathered her clothes, feeling
dirty and ashamed. She didn't know what had happened. She didn't want to leave.
Once more she turned to him before she left, wanting to
speak, but the tormented expression on his face as he stared into the fire left
no room for discussion. She went.
~
Not knowing where else to go, Bella found herself
walking down the hall to her father's room at the assisted living facility. Was
it only yesterday she had been planning how to tell him he would be able to
come live with her in the castle, that they wouldn't have to be