Colin DeClain III climbed out of the high feather bed and strode nude to the double French doors. Shoulders hunched, hands gripped behind his back, he stood staring out into the dark. It didn’t matter what was out there because he’d seen it all many times before. The fact he could see little or nothing didn’t bother him one whit. He’d been here so long, so very long. So long, in fact, he’d lost count of the years.
As far as he was concerned, his life and memory began the day he met her.
He watched clouds cover the moon. Gloom and doom, suited his mood perfectly.
The woman curled up in his bed slept silent as the dead. Her long glorious hair spread out like a golden fan around her. Some of her curls covered half her precious face and much of her left shoulder. The tip of her left breast peeked out from her curls, teasing and tormenting him.
His cock stirred, filling and rising, pulling his balls up tight against his body. He was exhausted. He’d given his all, and she, in return, had given back as good as she got. She was a perfect lover. He’d been very lucky. The women of the late 1700s weren’t afraid to show a lot of bosom at parties, but they were afraid and untrained in the ways to please a man. Many men took care of their needs at the homes of high-class prostitutes, otherwise known as “ladies of the evening.” It was a secret most wives knew about and chose to ignore. Colin had heard many of his friends complain about the cold fish that lay in their beds and the cost of a talented woman willing to do anything he asked.
Clarissa was not like those women at all. She had told him she found making love exhilarating, and given half a chance, she would accommodate her beloved Colin all day long if he so pleased.
He couldn’t resist her siren’s call. Even asleep, her very soul called to him. “Colin, darling, come to me.” Her soft whisper filled the room, making his cock throb. Her voice was only in his mind. She was dead to the world.
He couldn’t go on much longer. The whole thing was beginning to nauseate him. He loved his beautiful Clarissa with all his heart. The things he did to her made him ashamed and sick to his stomach.
Colin stood next to the bed and brushed Clarissa’s curls away from her face. He leaned over to kiss her. His belly clenched, and he gagged. Had he done that to her? Devil take him. How could he have damaged her beautiful, soft skin? It disgusted him, and yet he could not stop.
His cock shriveled and flopped against his balls.
He watched silently as the large, deep, bloody gouges closed until there was nothing left but two tiny marks like mosquito bites. Soon her skin would be as soft, rosy, and flawless as it had been only an hour ago.
Colin was not tired. He never slept at night. He sat on the edge of the bed and stroked his hand down her smooth, silky back and cupped her bottom cheek. Even asleep, she lifted her bottom toward his touch. He stroked down the back of her calf and up to cup her bottom. Her left leg slid off her right and gave him a glimpse of the swollen petals of her labia.
Everything about her was beautiful and soft. Even her vaginal lips were as delicate as a flower. His cock rose again. He wanted to be inside her, with her internal muscles clamping his cock tightly. He could slide into her now, and she would not stir. He preferred her awake when they made love, but sometimes he simply couldn’t stop himself from enjoying her delightful body.
He would not be rough. He would never be able to live with himself if he hurt her in any way. Well, any other way than the one way he couldn’t seem to stop. He eased his fingers between her legs, and Clarissa moaned in her sleep.
Poor darling, she was exhausted, and it was his entire fault.
She was a beautiful, loving, sweet wife and as near as he knew she had no idea what he did to her every night. Every morning she woke, pale and freezing cold, and he hated himself more and more for the evilness in his soul.
Even worse, the smell and taste of her blood were no longer pleasurable. But, he couldn’t seem to stop himself. She was his whole life. Without her, he would be dead. Shriveled to dust in a matter of hours. But, if he continued to take her life’s blood, she would be dead. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing her.
If he died, would she miss him?
Clarissa told him constantly how much she loved him. He held her heart in the palm of his hand.
She had no idea how right she was about her heart and more.
Would she continue to love him if he told her his secret?
Colin was no longer hungry for her blood. He was satiated for the moment. Making love this time would be for their pleasure only.
He ignored her pleading and used his tongue to fuck her. He slid his hands up her body and cupped her breasts. He ran his fingers softly over her nipples, working them into hard knots, which he pinched and pulled on until she was a writhing mass of womanhood.
“More, Colin. Give me more. Fuck me, my darling. I beg of you.”
Colin raised his head high enough to peer over her pubic mound and smile. “Such language from a lady. I should spank your bottom for such naughty words.”
“Ooo, would you spank me, darling?”
“Of course, if you insist on using naughty words.”
She grinned. “Fuck me, Colin. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
Colin sighed. “My, my. You are a bad girl. Now I will have to spank you. Do you want the belt, my hand, or the brush?”
“I love it when you give me a choice.” She scrunched up her pretty face, and her lips pouted. “I think your hand will do for now.”
“Stand then, my lovely, and remove your nightdress.” He’d had the gown made of the finest silk available, and it was already rucked up over her waist, and the top was pushed to her waist. It was so thin it wouldn’t get in his way, but he wanted her nude. He wanted nothing in the way. He was going to kiss every inch of her body, and a gown would definitely hinder his foray.
Clarissa slid out of bed, and the featherlight gown fell to her feet. She turned a lighter shade of pale and grabbed the bedpost with a soft moan.
“Are you all right, my sweet?” Hells bells, he had taken too much blood from her. He must be more careful. He was killing her softly and cruelly.
She smiled. “Just a little dizzy. Probably the wine we shared earlier.”
He wanted to shout, no, it’s because of me, but he refrained. Instead, he turned and sat on the edge of the bed. Opening his robe, he showed her how much he wanted her. “Come, my little sweetheart. Climb up and lay across my lap. It is time for your spanking.”
“Be sure you do not hurt me too much, Colin.” Her smile turned into a giggle. “First, may I touch your cock?”
“Of course. You may lick it if you like, but not for long, because I want to come inside you. And, you still need a spanking. You know how much spanking you excites me.”
Clarissa leaned over and pushed his foreskin out of the way. She licked her lips and then flicked her tongue over the tip of his cock.
Colin cried out. “Devil, take me!
She smiled up at him. “Doesn’t it feel lovely, darling?”
Colin was speechless and could only nod. She clasped her fingers tightly around his swollen cock and flicked her tongue time and time again over the slit of his knob. Soon, drops of dew formed, and she continued to lick them as quickly as they surfaced.
“Stop, Clarissa. Stop now.”
“Not yet, darling.”
Colin put his hands on her head, urging her on and yet wishing he could stop her. His hips left the bed when she slid her mouth over his cock and took him deep in her throat. She had been taking lessons of a sexual nature from her best friend, Lady Rose Ellsworth. The woman had taught her well. Clarissa now knew how to please a man with her beautiful lips. He’d heard about the term “great head” from some of the men at his club, and now he knew what they were talking about. Her mouth was as talented as her cunt.
His climax was shattering and leaving him breathless.
She was smiling sweetly when she wiped the corners of her mouth delicately on his robe. “Lovely. Now, do I get my spanking for being such a bad girl?”
Colin gasped, taking in air as fast as he could. He had nearly lost consciousness. She was extremely talented in the bedroom. “Lady Rose has been a wonderful mentor, dear heart.”
“She has taught me some delicious things to do in the bedroom. I hope you will enjoy them.”
“I’m sure I will. Now, come here, you delectable tormentor, and get your just desserts.” Colin pulled her up off her knees and kissed her soft lips, tasting his effluence on her tongue. Her genuine sexuality and beauty were two of the reasons he’d married her. His father had counseled against their marriage, but Colin was glad he hadn’t listened. In their bedroom she was a perfect whore, his whore. Always ready for sex any way he suggested, and a few she had learned from Lady Rose. Yet, she was a lady in the drawing room. And, best of all, she loved him with all her heart.
Colin had once asked her where she’d learned her talent in the bedroom, and she explained about her liaison with Lady Rose, but she also assured him, he had been her first and only male lover.
She also told Colin once how she had found her father’s pornography collection when she was young and had studied it thoroughly. She reveled in practicing everything she had seen, heard about, and learned from Rose.
Clarissa climbed up and laid her body over his lap. Her breasts rested against the side of his thigh, and her feminine curls tickled his cock. Her rosy ass was right where he liked it.
He raised his hand and gave her a smack. Her bottom turned a shade pinker, and she squeaked. It only took three light smacks, and she was writhing all over his lap, trying to get his cock in her hands. Colin grabbed her right hand and held it behind her back so she couldn’t touch him. “Not yet, you bad girl.”
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