Mistress Agnes Ch. 07

Kneeling in front of him, shivering with anticipation, feeling his fingers probe the lie of her opening between her bushy pubic hair, she relished his mood, he seemed a different man, he had humour, deprecating, but nonetheless true and very diverting. To think he was afraid he wouldn't measure up to her ideals, he had more true spirit than he'd ever had, just one day after his release from captivity and humiliation.

When he found it, he probed it a little more, making approving noises as he rubbed her clitoris, sending flashes of heat to all her nerves.

Then he carefully guided himself in, and when he knew he was on the right track, he actually plunged in all the way, forcing a cry of alarm out of her. He ignored it and rode her for real now, hand on her hip, the other massaging her from the front, rather roughly, sending wave after wave of delight through her.

She spread her legs a little more, lowering herself even more to make his member touch even better parts inside her, and he bent over her and bit her neck from behind, taking hold of one breast but leaving the other hand busy stimulating her pussy from the outside.

The waves did not come faster, for he was not pumping with speed, but rather very deep and relaxed, but their intensity did rise quickly, until she gasped in a climax and felt her lust build up again immediately. Could she never be totally sated?

He lasted longer this time, of course he was taking it easy on himself, and her, but just when she felt another climax nearing he sat back up, held her hips with both hands and went for it, chasing his own high with energy and firmness. This was not going to last, so Agnes applied her own hand to where it mattered, building her heat up quickly, and causing her to climax at exactly the same moment that he shuddered in release once more, his hands now both holding a soft and warm breast.

He nibbled her neck, and her ears, his breath warm on her skin as he whispered, 'I hope you didn't find that humiliating, for it was really, really hot.'

Disconnecting himself, he fell back to the bed and contemplated.

'You know, as soon as the weather turns warm, and the hills dry out, I want to make love with you outside, among the heath, and in the old haystack beyond the barn, and yes, against a tree as well. I'll chase you up that long hill until I catch you, and then I'll throw you over my shoulder and I'll carry you to a little abandoned dell, where I'll ravage you at my leisure, this time against a young oak, the next under a prickly bramble.'

'We don't have those here,' she said, laughing merrily at his exuberance, 'will a birch do? And a patch of moss? And we'd better warn Dick, or he'll try to rescue me and lose it.'

'Then he can have a go, too, he seems slow, but I bet he can speed up a little when the mood strikes him.'

By now he was looking at her cheekily, expecting her to be shocked no doubt, but frankly she found the idea enticing, though she expected Dennis would refuse to share her and she accepted that. He satisfied her more than anyone had ever done before, he had such humour, and such a lively imagination.

Deciding to give as good as she got from him, she observed coarsely, 'You are right, of course, and he's hung like a stallion.'

Did he really have her talking like that?

'I must see that for myself, but I'd rather not feel it on, or rather in, my person. I didn't even fancy doing such things with Patrick, though he's stunningly handsome and undoubtedly very skilled. Can we invite Dick to join us some time, or are you done with him?'

The very idea made her drool, literally, to be fucked all out, then have it done to her again, why didn't she ever think of that before?

Well, for one, Dick didn't take to changes in his routine easily, and there was always the danger of him losing it. And for another, was it fair towards Dick to use him that way? She actually didn't feel a need for being with him anymore.

'I'd love to, if you think it's not promising him things I cannot deliver. I used to take him to our little room at least twice a week, and sometimes every day, but lately I have been so caught up in you that I have neglected him. He might feel used, and that could make him dangerous.'

'Don't underestimate Dick, my love. He is slow, but he can think, and he likes me. He felt really sorry for me, I can't imagine he could ever be so jealous he'd harm me.

But Agnes, I'm a soldier and a gutter rat, I can fight really well though I've never shown it. I can defend both of us without hurting him badly, even though he may be twice my weight. I do not fear him under any circumstance, and I feel kind of bad for him that I took his place with you.

Can you show him that you still like him, though you no longer want to fuck him, or would that be injurious to your dignity? Don't get that the wrong way, I really have no idea how to handle staff.'

'I suppose I could. You think he would be pleased with normal attention as well?'

'Well, having sex with the mistress is better, of course, but being ignored after being intimate is much worse. He did please you, didn't he?'

'He did. But now I truly love you, and I want to be a good wife to you, and that means being faithful.'

Dennis experienced a physical shock.

By now they were in each other's arms again, and he gripped her tightly and exclaimed,' You want us to be married?'

She tried not to be hurt by his reaction and replied as calmly as she could, 'Yes, I want you to make me your wife.'

'But Agnes, I'm born lower than low. My mother was a whore, and I never knew my father. My birth was so beneath notice, that though I was an outstanding soldier, I could never be promoted above private. I should be ashamed to love a lady like you, let alone share a bed with her. Marriage is totally out of the question.

You should not marry anyone less than a gentleman, and even that would be most unwise. Any man you married would own you! I want to prove my love and dedication for you, Agnes, but I don't want to own you. That would be the world upside down!

I may talk dirty to you, and tup you like a billy, but I'd rather throw myself at your feet and worship you than be your master.

If you still want to take Dick to his little room, I'm fine with that. You don't have to be faithful to me, you just have to be you. Please don't deliver yourself to me, that is as wrong as keeping me in a collar.'

He was truly upset and started to wheeze again.

Curiously, Agnes felt a laugh well up. 'I suppose I have to fuck you, immediately, since you're upsetting yourself, but I'm sure you're as sated as I am.

So let's just lie here in each other's arms and do nothing. There is no rush, I'm not going to force you into anything. I would like us to be married, to prove my dedication to you, but I'm not a starry-eyed virgin anymore, I'll survive just loving you and being loved by you.

I understand you very well, though personally I don't care.

I don't care about rank, and I don't fear delivering myself to you. I think you'd take great care of me. But I did not mean to upset you, love, and I still didn't look at those whip-cuts.

Will you turn your back on me? I won't take a second.'

Her words appeased him, and his breathing improved immediately, he was right, it was a nervous condition. Knowing it wasn't dangerous she actually found it endearing, he looked so vulnerable and cute when he panted.

Quickly and objectively, she studied and probed the cuts she had inflicted on him about a week ago. They were indeed healing well, in a few months they would fade to pink, and in a year no-one would know they were more recent than the others, and given to him by a woman, hopefully his wife by then.

She kissed every single one, then took him in his arms until the wheezing had stopped, ready for some lunch by now, and looking forward to telling him about her writing.