The Good Sister: Part One (26 page)

He kissed me, soft, long and lingering. His hand splayed across my bare back, spanning shoulder blade to shoulder blade. A strange heat filled my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and melted into his hold. When he pulled back from my lips, I smiled.

“My lord, such behavior,” I teased, and then I wondered where that came from.

He laughed. “Yes. I should be shot for such insolence, my lady,” he said, running his hand down my bare shoulder.

I caught his hand and placed it to my lips. My eyes focused on the ring he wore upon his pinky finger. I touched the crest with my fingertip. “I noticed this the first night we met. Does it hold significance?” I asked.

“It is my family crest.”

“It’s interesting,” I said before I kissed the ring on his finger. He brushed a curl from my cheek.

“My dove, would you like to attend the Queen’s charity ball with me?” he asked. “It would mean traveling to England the first week in March.”

“Oh,” I mumbled. “Ashton, I’m not sure I am the right person to be taken to such events.”

“Why not?”

“There are hundreds of reasons.”

Ashton’s brow rose in query. “Really?” he said as if he could never believe there to be even one. “And what are those reasons?”

“I’m not from your world, Ashton. And tonight should be proof enough. Your friends may have been curious about me, but it was more than evident they did not believe me worthy of your time and attentions.”

“They are insufferable bores made up of philandering men, bored wives who seek mixed comfort from others, and all of whom hide enough skeletons within their closets to fill a cemetery. If one were to dig up those skeletons, the scandals would abound for months to come. I care less what they think or what they believe. Besides,” his face began to soften, “you handled yourself and Lady Archibald, splendidly.”

“But I’m not sure I could actually handle a formal ball, Ashton. I don’t know how to act, what to say. I don’t do well with crowds.”

“You afford yourself little credit, my dove.”

“As Lord Ironington was sure to point out in no uncertain terms, I am an American with nothing to offer, no social standing, and no impressive lineage. And because of my friendship with Jacqueline I would be considered a whore.”

“Look at me,” he instructed. I looked up into his face, which was angry yet sublimely beautiful. “It does not matter to me of your social standing or the place in which you were born. When you are within my presence you shall never believe you are anything less than a lady. You are not a whore, nor shall you ever be one.”

“Have you not paid Jacqueline for my time?”

“Yes,” he answered.

“What does that make me, Ashton?”

“Do you wish to pleasure men, lie with them, accept money for the pleasure of your body which you give to them?”

“No,” I said.

“Then you are not a whore.”

“But—”

“Trinity, our arrangement, our agreement, let me explain,” he said. “Jacqueline and I are old friends. I owe her much because she suffered much at the hands of my family. The atrocities are unspeakable. I shall never be able to do enough to make up for what she has suffered.” Ashton’s face looked pained as he spoke. “Jacqueline is a proud and stubborn woman who believes accepting help from me to be an insult. She has never allowed me to help her, never allowed me to make sure she is comfortable, make sure she is taken care of. Jacqueline will not accept money from me unless we do business together. You presented an opportunity in which I could actually do business with her; however, let me make myself perfectly clear. I do not partake in her business, Trinity, nor do I wish you to. I have paid Jacqueline for your time, knowing this was the only way she would accept my coin. I am also quite sure you are giving your time because you wish to give it, not because you wish to profit from it.”

“I am spending time with you because I wish to, Ashton. I do not wish for your money nor will I accept your money. I don’t wish to be a part of Jacqueline’s business either. I came here because of Reid, and Jacqueline presented me with an opportunity to gain his attention. My reasons and way of thinking must seem odd, but when you are desperate for the love of a person you do desperate things in order to gain that love.”

“On one thing we will agree. Desperation in the midst of love can be powerful.” He hesitated for a moment. “My dove, I wish to say something else.”

I gazed up at him from beneath my lashes. “Okay.”

“I want you to know anything we say to each other, anything we do with each other stays between us, and only us. There is nothing we cannot say to each other, and nothing we do together is wrong. Do you understand?”

“Yes. We trust each other.”

“Yes. Unconditionally and irrevocably. I shall not lie when I say while I long for your body I also long for much more. When I first saw you, I knew I could not allow you to become part of Jacqueline’s world. You shall never be one of her true protégés. Do you understand what I am saying?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“If you ever have any doubts as to my feelings, you will speak with me about them. I shall never hear such painful words fall from your lips again. You shall never be a whore, and if you choose to give yourself to me it is because you choose such, not because of my arrangement with Jacqueline. You owe her no debt nor do you owe me any debt, and you shall not use your body for debts you will never owe.”

Ashton kissed my lips, applying gentle pressure. My melting surrender into his kiss came quickly. I gave him my mouth. Without hesitation, he took what I offered.

When the kiss ended I said, “Wow.”

Ashton smiled wide. “Why do you say such?”

“Um…”

“What, my dove?”

“Well, um, when you kiss me I sort of feel it even in my toes,” I admitted.

Ashton guffawed. “Ah … my dove.”

“Ashton?”

“Yes?”

“Since we can talk openly with each other about anything, can I ask anything as well?”

“Of course, my dove.”

“Well, I was wondering. Why do all the toilets here squirt a stream of water?”

Ashton blinked then let out a serious guffaw. “Ah… my dove,” he said still laughing, “it is a bidet. It is used to clean your private areas.”

“Oh … I get it now.”

“You are quite adorable, my beautiful sweet, quite.”

“I have another question.”

“All right.”

“Will you kiss me again?”

He pulled me into his arms and kissed me almost breathless. I placed my arms around his neck. Ashton picked me up. He nuzzled my neck then slid me down his body, allowing me to feel his desire. My breath hitched when his manhood caught between the feminine v of my legs. He rested me there before releasing me.

“We’ve done it again,” I said. I glanced down toward his crotch.

“Yes,” he agreed.

I licked my lips. “Will you tell me what you like? How I can pleasure you?”

“I like many things, my dove. What do you have in mind?”

“Can I touch you?” I asked, timidly.

“Where?” he asked.

“You want me to say it, don’t you?”

“Yes,” he admitted.

“Do all good men such as yourself have a devil?”

“Oh yes, my dove, a devil all men do have.”

“But you told me the first day we met you were not a devil.”

“Perhaps I lied?”

“Perhaps,” I said.

“May I touch your…”

“Say, ‘my cock,’” he instructed.

I took a deep breath, looked up at him, licked my lips, and breathed. “Ashton,” I said. “May I touch your cock?”

He kept his icy white gaze upon me, smiling wickedly.

“Yes, Trinity, you may touch my cock.”

I reached out with a tentative touch and stroked his manhood through his trousers. Heat radiated through the material of his pants. I rubbed the hardness of his member and glanced up to see the expressions upon his face. When I found the wide head of his manhood I squeezed. His hips jerked forward.

“Am I doing something wrong?” I asked, truly unsure.

“No, my dove, you are doing everything right.”

“Can I touch it without your clothes?”

“Is this truly your wish?”

I nodded.

“Then yes,” he said.

I unbuckled his belt, un-did his button then unzipped his trousers. As his zipper released the metal teeth, my body shivered with the thought of seeing what was hidden beneath his garments. Feeling the enormity of what I was about to do, I paused for a moment. Ashton reached out and touched my face. He pulled down his pants along with his boxer briefs. The bottom of his dress shirt skimmed the base of his erection.

I just stared at him. He was bigger than Reid, longer, thicker. I was almost frightened at his size, but unable to remove my eyes from him.

“You looked frightened,” he said while removing his suit coat. “Are you certain about this?”

I licked my lips.

“I’m certain,” I replied still looking at him. “It’s beautiful,” I said, and it was true. Ashton had a beautiful cock.

Ashton let out a low laugh. “I am pleased you believe so,” he said, “but all men are such brutal creatures, unlike the delicate nature of a woman.”

“You find your body brutal?”

“I am quite garish in comparison to your petal soft perfection, my dove.”

I gingerly placed my fingertip to the tip of his broad head then I ran the tip of my finger down the length of his hard shaft before closing my hand around the base or at least trying to close my hand around him. Ashton groaned. The sound shot through me like a bullet from a gun. My hand moved against the silken skin of his manhood. With my other hand I started to unbutton his shirt. Ashton took off his tie. When his tie was off, Ashton threw it to the floor. The black silk of his tie missed the floor and hooked in a dangle over the back of a chair. I let go of his steel shaft and finished unbuttoning Ashton’s shirt. I wanted to see his body. When the last button was free, he shrugged out of it. Ashton had leaner cut muscles than Reid’s, but still perfection. His skin wasn’t dark or sun kissed, but white like alabaster. I ran my fingers down his smooth chest, his rippled stomach, and stroked his cock again.

“You are beautiful, Ashton,” I said.

“You are the one who holds that distinction in this room, my dove.”

“No,” I said, looking up into his eyes, “you are truly beautiful.”

He leaned down and lightly kissed my lips. “Thank you,” he said.

I secured my small hand around him. Placed my lips to his chest. Kissed him. Ran the tip of my tongue over his right pectoral in a slow circle. I flicked his erect nipple with my tongue. I moved my mouth to his left pectoral, kissed softly, flicked his hard nipple with my tongue, bit it lightly then kissed the bite away. He tasted of soap, lotion, and smelled delicious.

“Is that good?” I asked.

“Oh yes, my dove,” Ashton said in a low hungry voice.

Feeling empowered by his reactions, I kissed my way down his chest to his stomach, and lingered there for a moment before I traced my tongue along the cut of his muscles. His muscles jerked. I moved my mouth. I mentally cataloged each spot that made his body react stronger. The curve of his hip seemed to be one spot in particular that he liked. I skipped my fingertip across Ashton’s stomach, placed a kiss below his navel then dropped to my knees.

“Is it okay?” I asked. “Can I put you in my mouth?”

“Is this your wish?” he asked.

“Yes,” I assured.

“Then yes,” he said.

I moved my mouth to the head of his cock. It jerked. I looked back up at him from beneath my lashes.

“Yes?” I asked.

“Yes,” he replied, touching the swell of my lips with the pad of his thumb.

I kissed his thumb. He removed it from my lips. Leaning forward I placed my lips to the tip of his cock and placed an almost chaste kissed to the head. I kissed around it, down it, and then I found his scrotum. The roundness intrigued me. I played, kissed, fondled with a whisper light touch.

“Is this good?” I asked.

Ashton groaned, “Yes.”

I kissed his testicles then I ran my tongue between them, up the length of his shaft, around the head of him then tasted the glistening drop of pre-cum that fell out of the winking slit on the end. I focused my attention on this slit; it fascinated me. My tongue flicked along the line of it, once, twice, three times then I dipped the tip of my tongue into it… Ashton jerked.

I looked up. “Still okay, yes?”

“Oh yes,” he muttered.

I continued to explore his delightful dick. I dipped my tongue into his opening again then licked. I swiped my tongue an inch at a time, kissing, running my tongue along the lines of him, watching him and his reactions. I liked the smooth glide of my mouth on his hard shaft. A strange shudder rippled through my vaginal walls. It was a phantom sensation, like someone had touched me in my secret place yet no one was touching me; I was touching Ashton.