Servitude or Taxes

[Perplexia]

Marybeth blushed at his explanation of why they stared. "You truly are to kind Mi Lord, I am not half as pretty as some of the woman here. But as always i appreciate your high praises."

She listened to his explanation of how men brought their mistress' to the theater. "I've met Lord Calbot at the auction." she declared softly "He introduced himself to me and i'm afraid i dismissed him rather quickly. I was still a bit quite shaken after the highway men ordeal. All i wanted to do was get back to the room and wait for you. I hope i didn't dishonor you."

The last thing she wanted to do was offend him by offending one of his acquaintances. Although she enjoyed the play quite a bit it was rather long. She wasn't use to the stares that still fell upon her.

"Can we go for a stroll my love? before we settle in for the night?" she asked as she took his arm and they began to exit the theatre.

 

[Hard_Rom]

"Lord Calbot and I are not friends," Jonathon says, "I don't... really know him." "It was just a passing encounter in a bookstore late one night."

"You did well to avoid him, though. I hear he has a bad reputation for treating his mistresses badly," says the vampire.

When they get to where the coach is parked. The Baronet after taking two winter cloaks from within, sends the coach on informing the driver they will walk back to the hotel. He cloaks Marybeth in it and takes advantage of clasping the front to steal a kiss.

"I enjoyed that," he says, "It's been a few years since I was at a play last." "Between our success at the auction, going to the theater and well..."

"I am having a very nice time in York. Thank you."

He guides her through the slit in his cloak and takes lets her take his arm, as they walk the gas lit streets of York back to their hotel.

 

[Perplexia]

Marybeth smiled and listened intently as he spoke. She loved the sound of his voice and commanding presence he held. Her hand lightly stroked his arm as they walked experiencing the cool night breeze and dimly lit streets.

"Thank you for making me go out today. I really enjoyed seeing the church and the sites. This is a beautiful city and it will stay in my memories as one of the most memorable experiences i've ever had. I feel torn between enjoying the freedom and delights of the city, and returning back to your home. Though I do miss the comforts of the library. I'm anxious to get back and discover what other treasures you have upon your shelves. I'm a bit nervous about traveling home again, but will be delighted to get there."

The walk was refreshing after sitting in one attitude for so long. She was all smiles and lighthearted as they reached the hotel. "Shall we order something light for dinner?" she asked as they reached the room.

 

[Hard_Rom]

Once inside the room and safe from watching eyes, Jonathon turns and takes Marybeth in his arms.

"I know what I want to eat already," he says leaning in to kiss her passionately.

His hand moves up to cup her breast. He gives it a squeeze.

"Why don't you find something from the auction you can read to me."

Then he steps away and pulls the bell rope. A hotel servant response almost immediately at the door. The Baronet orders small 'Sandwiches', some fruit and a bottle of fortified wine. He adds several logs to the fireplace and within a few minutes the fire is blazing nicely. While Marybeth looks amongst the stack of books, the food arrives.

He pours two glasses of wine and takes them over to where Marybeth is slightly bending over a pile of books on a table. Placing her glass down on the table, he stands behind her and admires the view. A heavy gown and some petticoats obscure much, but it's the thoughts that count. He drinks his wine and reaches out to fondle her hind quarters.

"Find anything I might like?" he asks.

 

[Perplexia]

Marybeth let out a deep moan as he kissed her with a deep hunger and fondled her breast causing her to blush a little. When he broke the kiss and instructed her to find a book to read to him. She obeyed with no hesitation and went to the pile they had obtained.

There was one particular that she was wanting to read by Gatien de Courtilz de Sandras which was the Mémoires de Monsieur d'Artagnan. They were lucky enough to get a translated to English vesion. She was always loved stories with heroics and love in them.

She almost dropped the book as Jonathon came behind her and massaged her butt. His hand felt good kneeding her flesh even if it was through so much material. She let out another soft moan gripping the table as he fondled her. She wondered if he was going to lift her dress and take her as his own right there. The thought made her blush deeply.

 

[Hard_Rom]

Marybeth blushes a lot but that goes with her being almost immediately reponsive to being touched in certain ways. The little noises she makes and the grip she has on the edge of the table signal a willingness to be taken right then and there. So the Baronet decides to oblige his mistress.

Jonathon steps up behind Marybeth and bumps his groin against her backside. Reaching around her, he examines the book she has chosen.

"An excellent choice, my dear," he says quietly in her ear, as he bumps her from behind, "Please, read to me."

And with those instructions to her, Jonathon sets his own wine glass down and proceeds to lift her gown. It's a rather involved process. There is quite a bit of material to lift. And then there are her several petticoats which almost have to be lifted one at a time. Her drawers are easier to deal with. Just a baggy set of knee length shorts with garters on the leg lowers and loosely tied strings holding the crotch area closed.

Jonathon reaches down between Marybeths legs and starts to fondle her pussy. Leaning over he retrieves his wine glass and takes a drink as he slips a finger inside Marybeth and starts to move it in and out.

 

[Perplexia]

Her mind was swimming as she attempted the task given to her by her Master. His finger invaded and pistion itself deep with in her vaginal cavity. Her pussy clenched around his finger with a deep hunger that she had never known the likes of. Still she tried her best to accommodate his order.

"I having been made in the way I hâve
described, a number of flatterers, who, on
account of the great deeds M. le Prince
had performed in the war, lauded everything
else he did to the skies

It was as far as she could get without moans and heavy breathing interfering. "Mi Lord, permission to stop reading" she almost begged as his finger caressed in her walls making her knees week and juices drench his invading digit.

The palm of her hand lay flat upon the pages of the book as her knuckles were white from gripping the edge of the table. Nothing in that moment meant more to her then feeling him possess her body once again.