The room exuded his masculine presence, which only heightened the sense of urgency
and the need which filled her new master. Richard brought her to the center of his bedroom
and she stood pliant under his hands.
With a deft touch he loosened the ties at her throat and pushed the simple dress
from her shoulders, so that its torn cloth fell about her ankles. Beneath, her shirt was
torn only in a few places; thick and well made it was clean and fresh. It took him only a
moment to slip this too from her shoulders, so it fluttered around her feet.
Her bared breasts were larger than his wife's, centered high on her chest they
jutted forward, her nipples large and dark with her excitement and her uncertainty, the
small areola flushed red. She looked up at him with her big green eyes, trembling faintly
and luminous with her excitation.
Richard leaned forward and cupped the back of her head, tilting it up for his
mouth. Danielle lifted her face to his and parted her lips, shivering a little as he took
her kiss in a genial theft, but in a way which made it plain he would brook no resistance
to his will.
She smelled of plums and jasmine, one scent her shampoo, the other her soap. And
beneath that was an underlying smell he could not describe, uniquely, unfamiliar her. He
stepped back slightly, one hand reaching around to cup her proud arse, hart-shaped, high
and tight.
Despite the filth which had been on her face and hair, the scrapes on her knuckles,
the rest of her body appeared well taken care of. Extremely well formed. And in very good
health. The skin over her ribs padded just enough to make it clear she had never been
malnourished, the muscles of her body delinted and unwasted, so it was clear she had never
been neglected as she grew.
She was very well formed, he thought approvingly.
Danielle smiled up at him, tremulously.
“Relax,” he breathed. A tickle of command.
She nodded, and slowly he knelt, drawing down the surprisingly expensive silk of
her half-cut panties. Lowering them around her feet he lifted her leg, slipping the
panties off around her soft-soled shoe. He then removed the shoe itself, and repeated this
for her other leg, until she stood, completely bare.
Richard stood and took her in his arms, took her mouth again easily. She was
pressed against him, her hart hammering against his, her belly trembling against his
abdomen. He reached down, cupping the thick fur around the girl's snatch. She shuddered,
tried to pull back, but Richard tightened his arm around her shoulders, and she in turn
submitted.
He cupped the softness of her woman's mound, finding the full, proud lips of her
labia to be engorged with excitement. Gently he spread her lips open with his fingers,
even as he nibbled on the lips of her mouth with his teeth. He felt her gasp as he eased a
finger in, finding the soft pad of skin inside her and rubbing it gently. She stiffened,
moaning, and fought to pull back.
Richard let her, and she looked up at him, tremblingly. He let her reach down, push
his hand away from her softness. “What, what are you doing sir?” Danielle asked.
“You must call me Richard, I told you,” he replied, with a small, secret smile.
She took a shaky breath. “I'm sorry. What are you doing Richard?”
“I am readying you for me.”
“Readying me, how though?” she asked, appearing confused. She was shaking with the
welter of feelings he had sent shivering deep into her belly.
“You know how,” he said, amused at her playfulness.
She shook her head. “No, no I don't.” Her eyes showed her confusion was quite
genuine.
“Have you never touched yourself down there, Danielle?” he asked gently.
She shook her head.
“No Richard. Never.” Soft little girl voice, so his heart went out to her.
“Why not?”
“My mother always said that it was a sin, to do that.”
He smiled at her, softly. “It is no sin Danielle, and it feels good, I promise.
Besides, you are mine now, and I say it is all right.”
She nodded. “Okay.”
“Are you,” he paused. “Are you really a virgin Danielle?”
She shuddered, then slowly, nodded. “Please, I don't like to hear it that way, it
sounds so vulgar. I,” she lowered her eyes, “I am chaste.”
“Well, not for very much longer my pet,” Richard replied.
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