Dirty Aristocrat(30)

Betty came in with another girl carrying silver trays filled with a  teapot, cups, and a three tier cake stand loaded with finger sandwiches  and cakes.

Ivan's mother picked up the pot of tea and began to pour it into two cups. Then she looked at me inquiringly.

'Milk and two cubes,' I told her.

She added the milk and sugar and passed the cup and saucer to me. Her hands were rock steady.

'Thank you,' I said, and took them with a smile of thanks.

She helped herself to a finger sandwich. 'Cucumber. My favorite,' she said.

I reached out, took one, and bit into it.

She put the plate down. 'It's nothing like Southern food, is it?'

'No. If we see something we like we immediately smother it in cheese and fry it.'

She makes a comical face. 'I had Country ham once with a gravy made of  black coffee called red eye gravy, cat-head biscuits and melon. It was  rather delicious, but very filling.'

'My granddaddy used to say that Southern food always got him so full he  felt like he was fifteen months pregnant. He swore he even got  contractions.'

She laughed and so did I. I liked her.

She raised her cup, took a dainty sip, and put it back on the saucer.  Then she regarded me, her smile quite genuine and totally harmless.  'So,' she said softly. 'You're in love with my son.'

The cucumber sandwich in my mouth felt like a lump of clay. Heat rushed  up my throat and into my cheeks. I swallowed and looked at her  pleadingly. 'Yes, but please don't tell him.'         

     



 

She laughed. 'I won't. He is perfectly capable of running his own life.'

'Thank you,' I said gratefully.

She smiled mischievously. 'You will be good for my son. It's about time  he had a real woman in his bed instead of one those vapid creatures he  is so fond of picking up in all those strange clubs he frequents.'



After our tea, I asked her if she wouldn't mind if I wandered around the grounds. Her eyes crinkled at the corners.

'My dear, you don't need permission to walk these grounds. Tomorrow you will be the mistress of Foxgrove Hall.'

'Thank you,' I said.

'I am returning to London in the next half hour to catch up with some  old friends, so I will see you at the registry office tomorrow.'

I nodded. 'Thank you. I'm glad I met you,' I said sincerely.

'By the way, while it's true that it is not often my son comes up with a good idea, you really should start calling me Bobo.'

'It doesn't suit you.'

She smiled warmly. 'That's where you're wrong, dear child. It's the  perfect camouflage. Ivan's father came up with it. Bobo. Doesn't it make  you immediately think of a brainless Duchess or a soft toy?'

I grinned at her, liking her even more. 'See you tomorrow, Bobo.'

'Until then,' she said.

I knew Ivan was busy working in the library and I didn't want to disturb  him, so I went out through the conservatory and walked out past the  formal gardens towards a wooded area. I took a narrow path until I came  upon a breathtaking landscape. It was filled with tall straight pine  trees. Their barks were covered with dark green ivy. I had never seen  such a thing before. It was an amazing sight. Like being in a fairytale.

For a long time, I stood staring at the enchanted scene until a couple  of rabbits caught my attention. They were brown with white on the  undersides of their tails and they chased each other until they  disappeared in some undergrowth. Still smiling, I moved on and followed a  little stream. A couple of ducks were sitting on the bank and I was  struck by the unspoilt beauty and wonderful silence around me. I sat on a  rock and stared into the water. I heard a sound and turned. Ivan was a  few feet away.

'Hey,' he drawled.

'Hey yourself,' I said, my heartbeat quickening at the sight of him. How  on earth did he manage to look sexy in rubber galoshes? I wished I had  worn a pair too, seeing that I had completely ruined my shoes in the mud  on the pathway.

He walked towards me. 'Peaceful here, isn't it?'

'Beautiful,' I said quietly.

He stood a foot away from me and looked deeply into my eyes.

I blushed. 'Has your mother gone?' I asked to cover my awkwardness.

'Yes,' he said shortly.

I licked my lips nervously. 'I like her.'

'Apparently the feeling is mutual.'

His closeness and that intense look in his eyes were doing strange things to me.

'She was nothing like I thought,' I prattled on.

'She's like no one else.'

'You're a bit like her, aren't you?'

'Maybe. It's getting cold. We should be getting back,' he said, taking  my hand. Holding hands, we began to walk back to the house. I stole a  glance at him and there was a slight frown on his closed, preoccupied  face.





'If it wasn't love, it was an addiction  …

never a pair of lips made me come back so many times for a kiss.'

- German Renko





CHAPTER 26


Lord Greystoke

I walked into the drawing room and halted when I saw her lying on the  sofa. I stopped to drink in the moment. She lay perfectly still,  anticipation swimming in her eyes. In the soft light she looked every  bit the peach that I was going to consume and devour. It was going to be  another long, long night and I was in no hurry to show her just how bad  a bad boy could be!

'Got a present for you,' I said softly and walked towards her.

Her eyes shifted down to the box in my hand. A slow smile lit up her  gorgeous face. She sat up and carefully put her knees together. She was a  sweet thing, after all. Imagine trying to keep her knees together while  I was around.

I held the box out to her.

'Thank you,' she said formally and took it from me.

'My pleasure.'

She lifted the lid. 'You bought me shoes,' she exclaimed, pulling a hot-pink, six-inch-heel shoe from the tissue in the box.

'They're not just any shoes. They're for fucking in,' I told her.

She blushed a pretty rose. 'As long as I don't have to walk anywhere in them.'

'Only as far as my dick, darlin.'         

     



 

She swallowed hard and squeaked, 'I'm sure I'll be able to manage that.'

I made it over to the drinks trolley and poured myself a very large shot  from the whiskey decanter. I turned around and took a sip. The burn was  good. It was going to be a good night. I could feel it in my throbbing  cock.

'Go on. Let's see what they look like on,' I urged.

She raised her eyebrows. Saying nothing, she put the box on the floor  and took the shoes out. They were gaudy things. The way shoes for  fucking in should be.

I walked over to the big old armchair, where my great uncle used to sit  reading his morning paper. I sat down and watched her put them on. She  had to bend to fix the strap. She looked up at me. 'There you go. I hope  your Lordship likes what he sees,' she says provocatively.

'Come to me.'

She started walking towards me. Her walk was tentative and I'm afraid  very unsexy, but fucking hell, it turned me on. Six feet away from me, I  said. 'Easy, baby.'

She stopped, a small curious smile playing on her lips.

'Lose your T-shirt,' I instructed.

'Anybody could come in,' she protested, panic in her voice.

'Nobody will come in. My staff know better than to come in when I'm in here with a woman.'

With a small smile she pulled off her T-shirt.

I took a sip of my whiskey. 'Jeans.

She unzipped and wriggled out of her jeans.

I put the glass back on the table. 'Bra.'

She unhooked it and flicked it off. Her beautiful perky breasts made me so fucking hard I had to shift around in my chair.

'Take your panties off.'

'Are you sure?' she asked cheekily.

That'll cost her. She was way too at ease for my liking. I took a sip of my drink. 'Tawny,' I warned.

She obeyed the instruction instantly.

Fucking beautiful she was, in her new it's-time-to-fuck-shoes. 'Now go and sit on that chair.'

She walked towards the old antique chair I was pointing to. I noticed  that she was braver. She had deliberately put extra sway and bounce into  her hips.

'This one?' she asked in an insolent voice that just made me want to  fuck her mouth. It would be interesting to see how long the impertinence  prevailed. I nodded and she sat deep into it, crossed her legs  languidly, and regarded me with cool eyes. Very pretty but not quite  what I had in mind.

'Drape one leg over the armrest.'

Her eyes widened. She bit her lip and hesitated.

I raised a haughty eyebrow. That never failed to work.

She took a deep breath and complied.

I downed the rest of the whiskey and looked with satisfaction at her  pussy, all opened up and put there just for my pleasure. It felt good to  see how wet and swollen she was for me. I put the glass down and walked  up to her. My greedy eyes honed in on her spread pussy. Nectar welling  up along her slit. I put my hands on either side of her, hunched over  her and licked the outer edge of her ear.

'Do you know what I see?' I purred.

'What?' she asked, wide-eyed, beautiful, and eager.

I already knew that look so well. It was burned into my brain. She was  fucking throbbing for a deep, relentless, never-ending, mind-blowing  fuck.

'A cunt I can't get enough of,' I whispered.

Her breath hitched.

I reached into my trouser pocket and pulled out two neckties. I got onto  my haunches and securely tied both her legs to the chair in their  spread position. I stopped and looked up into her flushed face.

'What now?' she breathed, her gaze riveted on my mouth.