This is part of my stretch into different genres. The poem I posted yesterday ‘Below Stairs’ gave me the inspiration to write this one tonight. Please be aware that this is posted in erotica and some language may offend. Its’s a bit long but stick with it……..
Ella stepped from the carriage into the street. It was dark and for that at least she was grateful. Nobody need know she had been here. As much as the darling of London’s latest season, wanted to throw off the shackles of propriety and shock the world rigid. She really only wanted to dip an un-slippered toe in. Unfortunately her whole foot had gone in and she was currently treading water nearly up to her stockinged thigh. The front door of the house opened ominously. A man, short and round with greying hair and matching beard gestured her forward in silence.
She pulled the hood of her cloak up around her face, lowered her head and entered. The butler led her through a dimly lit hallway to a room at the back of the house. His eyes gestured to a dark velvet chaise long over near the fire. Then he bowed, turned and walked back to the door closing it behind him. Ella’s eyes adjusted to the shadowed lighting and she scanned her eyes quickly around the darkened room. A rich tapestry of golds and reds hung on one wall, she couldn’t make out the patterns from here. Instinct took over and she stood and walked towards it. Then stopped and put a gloved hand to her mouth as it opened in shock. A woven orgy of naked bodies swam before her eyes. Before she had chance to look any further the doors opened and her mouth once again opened in shock.
Jason Claremount hid a smile as he looked at the raven haired beauty stood before him. He knew she was shocked, he could tell from the blush that was rising along her cheek. Also the almost undetectable shake of her hand, held over her mouth. Jason had been the Crowns No 1 spy for too many years not to be able to read her emotions. She was shocked all right, but there was something else, something he hadn’t really expected and it excited him no end. In fact the uncomfortable way that his breaches were now stretched across his groin meant his excitement had already taken hold.
Ella never moved her hand from her mouth. She wasn’t able to. It was as if she had lost all feeling in her limbs. She watched the dark brooding figure walk further into the room. He grabbed a decanter off a table and pulled out two glasses, he didn’t speak. She watched him and saw his shirt pull tightly across his broad back and his thick muscled thighs nearly burst from his trousers. She gulped. A sudden warmth seemed to creep from her toes. She shifted from one leg to the other; she felt discomfort and comfort at the same time. He came closer. She stopped breathing. Then he handed her one of the glasses. She started breathing again. She lifted the ruby red liquid to her lips; she inhaled the heady mix of oak and honey, and then drank it down quickly.
Jason watched the delicate trace of red liquid settle on her lips. Her lips seemed large, overly large but they suited her face. Her bottom lip was slightly fuller than the top one and he wanted to trail his tongue along it. He wanted to suck on the flesh and pull it into his own mouth, tasting the wine maybe he’d draw blood, a heady mix. His crotch became unbearable. He turned to the fire and took a drink.
“Shall we start Ella” he said finally and gestured to the screen in the corner.
Ella followed his eyes, dark beautiful, passion filled eyes. She coughed. Then nodded and walked to the screen.
She stood before him now completely naked. The delicate shadows from the open fire danced teasingly over her breasts. He thought of his mouth touching her skin, his tongue trailing sparks of electricity from her neck, along her throat, slowly down over the rise of her chest. He’d watch her nipples harden then turn a delicious shade of deep velvet red. He would use his teeth to tease and pull and suckle till she screamed out his name and begged him for more. But that would be later.
“Lay on the chaise, Ella, we can start then” he said with a slight husk to his voice that caused him to cough trying to regain his composure again. He didn’t want her to see how affected he was, not just yet anyway. Ella untied her hair, letting the inky dark curls fall loosely over her shoulders. He walked towards her. She felt the familiar dampness edge between her legs. He adjusted her hair slightly, lifted her left arm above her head and bent the right one slightly, further behind her back.
“That’s good, now don’t move” his voice suddenly more controlled, he was in work mode now.
He reached for the canvas and picked up a pencil. Ella watched his brow tighten, and the concentrated glow mirrored in his eyes. She knew this look. She would just have to think of the menu planning for next week’s dinner party. That would keep her still for an hour. Ella smiled to herself watching her husband’s hands work their magic. She loved him deeply but really wished he wanted to paint fruit instead of his wife. This lying about naked lark was getting a bit much. Although the added passion that came after really was a glorious compensation. Then she remembered she must ask him where he got that bloody awful tapestry from, it would have to go, once she’d had a proper chance to look at it that is.