Silver Silk Ties (4 page)

 
She knew him to be
dominant. George had told her so frankly, and pressurized her to encourage him
when she was so able. She had and for what? To be ignored. Well no longer.

"Felton, why did you offer for me?" she asked. His
face tightened, and she shivered. He was not used to being questioned.

That look, why am I dampening
my quim in anticipation not
fear
? It excites me. Dare
I say?

She had no time to decide.

"Damn, I promised you water." Felton walked to the
sideboard next to the draped window. On it was several decanters and glasses
that glittered in the flames from the fire, shards of light sending rainbows
around the room. He looked at each in turn and shook his head. "There is
none. I will ring for some now.
My apologies."

"I would rather have brandy," Ara said. She may as
well be frank. She had nothing to lose. "And have you
answer
my question." His look was long and measured as he took a goblet and poured
a generous amount of amber liquid into it. He swirled it around and she watched
as drops stuck to the glass before they slid slowly down the sides to join the
rest. It was as sensuous as the drops of cum sliding from an aroused cock. Warm,
wet and satisfying, they hinted of the promise of delights to come. Her mouth
was dry, and she swallowed as she remembered the salty taste she’d tasted and relished
with her late husband.

The silence in the room was unnerving. Her skin crawled and
her pulse raced like a horse on the downs. He turned and looked down at her.

"Assume the position, Ara."

It was not a conscious decision. Ara stood up and walked to
where he waited one hand on the top of the sideboard the other on his hip.

 
She knelt, gracefully,
and bent her head. Her hair escaped its pins and fell forward to hide her face
as she folded her arms behind her back. Ara's heart was in her mouth and she
needed the brandy. For all that, true to his unspoken command, she remained
silent.

****

Relieved, Felton let his breath out in a rush. In truth, he
had not dared to hope Ara would know what he was talking about, let alone obey.
Whatever her husband had said, and his words had been ambiguous, he had scarce
hoped she would understand his life preferences. Indeed, he had been prepared
to do his spousal duties and no more. He had uttered the words on a whim, and,
therefore, to see her waiting in her subservient pose, it was predictable that
his body responded so. His cock hardened to such a degree he dare not see how
it strained his pantaloons. He was conscious his control was on a knife-edge,
and he wanted nothing more than to demonstrate his dominance. Still, he held
back. How much did she know? Indeed to what degree would she comply?

There is only one way to find
out. Take courage and take charge.

 
"You have a safe
word?" That, he felt, would determine something.

"I did, my lord." Again, she invested the title with
more than lip service to his place in the peerage.

"And it was?" He sensed her hesitation. Was that an
insensitive question?
Conceivably so.
"Choose a
safe word for us, Ara."

"
Satis
."

 
He laughed. He knew
his Latin.
"Enough, 'tis good.
Satis
it shall be. You know the rules
for using it?"

 
"Yes, my lord. I
only use it if I am sure I
have
had
enough. If I use it, that particular activity ceases never to be experienced
again."

"Almost, Ara.
We
will
return to the subject. Discuss it and see if we can work
through your negativity. Remember though, if you say
satis
, I will stop at once.
Therefore, now, my lady, please stand."

To his great delight, Ara obeyed instantly. She stood
graceful and elegant, her eyes downcast. Felton put his hand under her chin and
levered her face upwards.

"Look at me," he said.
 

Her eyes opened wide and she stared at him, not in a defiant
way he realized. Aroused and inquisitive, her face was an open book, her
emotions on display for him to see. It had not always been thus.

"If I say to you kneel, take my cock into your mouth,
and milk me until I spill my seed. Command you drink me dry then touch yourself
until you tremble and cry out your release as I watch. What say you?"

 
Her smile made his
heart thud so loud he wondered she could not hear it. His body was hot with desire
and he knew if he had worn light-colored pantaloons the evidence of his arousal
would have shown in an ever-spreading stain.

She ran her tongue around her rosy lips. The simple action
made him bite his lips so as not to groan out loud.

Then she spoke.

"I would say," she
paused,
he was sure for effect, "yes, my lord."

Felton's hand tightened in her hair and pulled her towards
him. He lifted her onto her toes and, with studied
deliberation,
he let his cock rub her quim. The flimsy materials of their clothing seemed a
fragile obstacle, and her heat seared into him.

How he wished he could demand it of her now. Then spin her
and fuck her every way imaginable. It was with difficulty Felton curbed his
rampant desire. He had waited this long. A few more hours would not be
insurmountable. Still, he had to push, just that bit farther.

"And if I say bare your arse and bend over the arm of
the chaise? Let me press my cock into that dark channel of desire. Fill your
arse and pump myself into you until my bollocks caress your globes and sting
your quim. What then?"

"Yes, my lord."

One last question and they would need to leave.

 
"So, if my hand
reddens your arse and your quim, until the imprint of my fingers linger and
their color mimics your rosy lips?"

She sighed, and to his delight, stamped her foot. It would
be his delight to remind her and chastise her for that later

 
"I would
say…yes, my lord.
When?"

Chapter Four

He slipped his hand under the top of her gown, found one
rock hard nipple, and nipped. Her moan of arousal was sweet music to him.

"Soon."
He promised as he rolled her
nipple between two fingers, relishing the softness of the skin and the peak of
its arousal. "To my sorrow, here is neither the time nor the place. As you
reminded me so recently, this is our wedding night. It should be spent in our
marital…" He hesitated. "Rooms," he said at last.

"Rooms?"
Her head tilted to one side,
and she winced as the action caused his hold on her hair to sting her scalp.

He chose to overlook her departure from submissive role.
There was much to be said and done before they could enjoy all those beautiful actions.
He moved his hand to rub her scalp. He could swear she purred in pleasure.

"Ahh, that is good." She sighed and let him guide
her so once more her head bowed.

"I am pleased. Yes, my dear, rooms. As now it seems we
are to enjoy much more than I could have envisaged, we will share our rooms.
Not just the master suite. You will see."

"In town?" she asked, not looking at him.

"And at Frierlies," he said, mentioning his family
seat in the shires. "There we will have more scope to indulge. For now
though, we will be well served at Dalrey House."

 
"Not here?"
She did look up then, puzzled. As well, he thought, she might.

"Here is work," he explained. "Here I call in
to supervise if needed, though I take little part in the day to day running.
Never is our relationship to be thought of as work, even though we will work at
it. It will be pleasure, nothing less. As such it will progress in our space.
So, are you ready to leave, my dear?
To return to Dalrey House
for this one night?
Tomorrow, if we are able, we will remove to
Frierlies for our honeymoon. I will of course defer to you in all things
regarding your father's probable demise."

 
She dipped her head,
not as a subversive, but in thanks.

"Lud, I had
forgot
. I wonder
how it is with him and Jeremy. And," she said, her voice harsh, "
Stanley
."

Felton kissed the top of her head and, with reluctance, set
her aside. "Leyton is there to keep an eye on things. I have all faith in
his capabilities to control one such as
Stanley
,
physician or not. Leyton was an acclaimed pugilist in his time. He can well
sort out the likes of your cousin. I have also taken the liberty of commanding
my personal physician to attend you father. There will be nothing underhand allowed
to happen. At this moment I believe all is well, and your father alive, so if
you wish to visit?" One eyebrow rose in query.

 
Ara shook her head.
"No, thank you, my lord.
There is nothing there for me.
He has forbidden me entrance to the house since I married George, and no one is
allowed to speak my name. As I have been dead to him these past years, and I
have no feelings towards him other than contempt, I feel there is no need. Though
I do allow, I am interested to know what makes you aware of such
things?
"

"No one has disturbed us by rattling at the door,"
he said. "I have a system of knocks that staff can use. That as occupant
of our rooms can be made aware of things they need to know, without necessarily
ceasing their, ah…"

"Fucking?"

He chuckled. He was delighted that she continued to surprise
him.

"Just so."

"But we are not fucking. Therefore, we would not be
disturbed," Ara pointed out.

Felton surprised himself by kissing her with gentle passion
on her lips. He stopped before it became uncontrollable and took it deeper.
"My staff does not know that. They do know the rules. No interruptions.
Unless there is a fire, and even then, they use a system of bells. No exemption.
Therefore, your father is still alive. Now, I accept we do not attend his
deathbed, instead do we return to our marital bed?"

"Return?"
Ara asked tartly. "I do
not remember you in it. We arrived. You introduced me to your housekeeper. You
left. You did not even have the decency to show me into our chambers. No, you
rushed away as if you were ashamed of me."

****

Once more the silence in the room was enough to deafen. Felton's
face was shuttered, with no discernible expression. Only the way he clenched
his hand showed her statement had affected him in some way.

Well, I care not if he does
not want to hear this. I do not want to hurt him if it is not necessary, but he
wounded me on his departure. I may submit, but I am no milksop maiden to be
walked over. I had such high hopes, only for them to be dashed.

She stared at him. His eyes narrowed, but Ara would not back
down. This was her future. She had married him expecting at least some modicum
of attention, and the hope she could show him what she could bring to their
relationship. Now, it seemed she had not hoped in vain. Notwithstanding,
Ara
was determined he would not experience her as his submissive
unless they established some ground rules. First and foremost, he did not leave
her unfulfilled and begging for release because he did not discover what she
was capable of. To leave her in that state for other reasons may well be
forthcoming, and that she accepted gladly.

Felton raised one elegant eyebrow.

"My apologies, my dear.
It seems I have failed in
many a way these last months. With your permission—" He stopped speaking
and grinned. Ara's body responded with a clit-clenching gush of arousal. Even
the fine hairs on her neck tingled as he continued. "You do not realize to
what degree that is strange. I do not usually ask for permission in such a way.
Having stated that, this, although a first, is I think necessary. Therefore, if
you do not wish to attend your father, and I for one see no reason why you
should, with your permission, we should return to our home, and I could make
amends." He kissed her hand, and bent her fingers over the spot. The
sensations that coursed through her were so intense, she was sure she was
branded. Ara was certain if she looked at her palm, it would be marked, even
though he had exerted no pressure.

 
In the face of such
charm and regret, Ara melted. Who was she to deny him? She knew she was once
more ready to take her place in a relationship, as long as it was the correct
one. She had thought to be married to Felton would bring her to that. His desertion
had sent her into a spiral of despair. Surely this could herald something
better.