“I know that. If you will be quiet for a moment and let me do what must be done, I will tell you what more there is.”
She perked up and waited. He didn’t expand on his comment.
Alain rested his hands on her ribs below her bra. He looked her in the eye and moved his hands under her bra, lifting it over her breasts and up on her chest. He filled his hands with her modest, but shapely breasts. Her eyelids fluttered.
She put the back of her hand on her forehead. “Is this the way a gentleman acts? You overpower me with your greater size and take my boobs for your own.”
“No, my sweet. Not that ugly word. I have my hands on your breasts. That shows proper respect for your beauty.”
She dropped her hand. “Well, so what? What difference if you touch my boobs or my breasts? You don’t have permission to do either one.” She looked down at his hands. She felt their warmth against her skin. Alain lifted them up her chest slightly and gave them a squeeze. She said, “I say again, is this the way a gentleman acts towards a lady of delicacy?”
“Probably not. But it is what I’m doing to you now. And, unless you force me, I won’t stop doing it.”
“Until what? You aren’t thinking that I will tolerate your body inside mine. That is too much. A woman of breeding wouldn’t agree to that under any circumstances. Why don’t you do the normal thing? Take me to dinner, bring me flowers and candy.”
“Would you have agreed to a dinner such as you describe in a good restaurant? Would you keep still during such a dinner and not have the screaming tantrum?”
“Well, perhaps not, but it would have been nice to be asked.” Her mouth grew firm. “But that is not the question we have. You are doing this without my permissions. How do you answer that?”
His voice rose. “Without your permission is it? Are you calling for help? Are you slapping my face and trying to get away? You are not.”
“That doesn’t mean I want you inside my body.” She gasped. “What are you doing now?”
Alain found the zipper and clasp at the waist of her skirt. He dealt with it quickly and adroitly. Her skirt fell to the floor. She wore her bra under her arms, panties of a dangerous cut and translucency and thigh high stockings. She stepped out of her skirt. Alain picked it up and folded it. He put it over the back of a chair.
Mignon unhooked her bra and threw it on the same chair. She held up her hand. “Stop. We must put a hold on these proceedings. We will not be going... what is the American phrase?... Yes, we will not be going all the way, but no woman of any femininity will stand before a man without covering for her breasts and not demand an opinion. Do you like my breasts, Alain Lefevbre? Speak now. I must know.”
Alain kissed the top of her left breast.
She said, “At least, I can see that you appreciate me. That is good. But this must stop. Look a little longer to make sure you never have to do this again, and I will get dressed, and we can pretend that today is a fantasy.”
Alain shook his head. “No, mon cherie. We must go far enough to make a change in your behavior, which is most abominable. As I look at it now, that means all the way.” He bent his knees and wrapped his arms around her thighs. He lifted her up in the air. She squealed. “Now what are you doing?”
“Taking the next step. Notice please, that I have positioned you in my arms around your body at such a height that your lovely nipples and my mouth are the same.”
Her voice was suspicious. “Why does that matter?” Her mouth dropped open and her hands clamped over her breasts. “You wouldn’t put your lips on my nipples would you? That is a liberty I have not granted.”
Alain stopped moving. He didn’t talk. He didn’t plead or beg. He looked into her eyes and waited. Mignon realized that he was a solid, stable man with strength she hadn’t known about. She realized he wasn’t going to let her down until he got what he wanted. She said, “I see I have no choice. I can’t stay up here forever. I have work to do. Be nice. No biting and after this, I put my clothes on and leave. This is all you get.” She dropped her hands slowly.
Alain opened his mouth and set it gently over her left breast. She jumped when his tongue touched her. He said, “That wasn’t biting.”
“You could have been preparing to bite.”
“No. You said no biting and no biting is what we shall do.”
He put his mouth back where it had been. He sucked and licked both nipples. He did it slowly and carefully. She made small noises that sounded like approval. Each nipple responded to his efforts by growing longer and harder.