Declan snuggled Bette to his chest. He’d been pleasantly surprised to find that she’d left her panties and bra behind in her room. Between that and long absence, their first bit of lovemaking ended in record time.
“It’s been too long, Bette.”
“Yes. Will it take you long to be ready to go again?”
Declan smiled. “Missed me?”
“I have. Need to admit that watching and hearing some of the things I have has made me curious and um… aroused.”
Bette blushed and nodded.
Declan gathered her in his arms, and held her close. “And what is it that has you curious?’
Bette was silent for a moment. “Spanking, and I don’t know what to call the other bit.”
He smiled. “Describe it.”
“A woman had a cock in her mouth. He looked like he was enjoying it.”
“That is called fellatio, or a blow job. Oral sex, where a person sucks on the cock. And yes, it is very nice.”
“Not much fun for the woman though I’d think.”
“No, for the ladies, it is called cunninglus.”
“What?” Bette had a most perplexed look on her face.
Declan thought of describing it and changed his mind. He moved between her thighs and pushed them wide open. “It’s like this.” He brought his mouth down to her damp pussy and began to tongue her. His fingers held her open just a bit so that his tongue could reach her sweet clit.
“Oh, Oh! Oh Lord!” Bette didn’t know where to put her hands. Finally as she thought she’d come unglued, she grabbed his head and held on as he licked her to an orgasm.
Declan smiled and wiped his mouth as he leaned back and let Bette recover. “Like it?”
A little while later, Bette had figured out the process of a blow job after only biting Declan once. As they relaxed, he explained some of the mindset behind spanking. Bette had some of this information from Lord Duncan, but not as intimately described by Declan.
“So, it feels good even thought it hurts?”
“Have you ever been spanked?”
It was Declan’s turn to blush. “Yes.”
“When? Where? And who did it?”
“In a club in London, by a dominatrix, and long before I met you.”
Bette thought about that for a few minutes. “Do you like it?”
“Not as much as I like spanking.”
Bette thought a bit more. “What if I don’t like it?”
“Then we stop and we don’t do it.”
She bit her lip. “Alright, I think I’d like to try it. Do I have to be tied up?”
“No, I’ll just put you over my lap.” He moved faster than she anticipated and was pulled across his lap before she could mutter a word. “I hear you’ve been a naughty girl.”
“Oh? Screwing around, sucking on a cock and all secret like?”
“And a liar.” His hand came down hard on her left cheek. It was followed by a series of smacks that alternated between right and left, high and low. Bette tried not to cry out, but in the end, she was crying.
“Stop! Please! Stop!”
“Will you be good?”
Declan gave her one last smack, and then gently began to rub the hot flesh. His hand went lower and lower until it moved between her thighs. He let his fingers explore her pussy. She was soaked, and had soaked his thighs.
“I think you liked this.”
“I’m… not so sure. That hurt!”
“Well, look how wet you are.” He held his hand up to her face.
Declan moved his fingers to her clit. He barely touched her before she exploded in an orgasm to rival any that she’d had that evening. She cried out her pleasure, and he lifted her so that she straddled him. His cock slid easily into her wet pussy. With each thrust, he cupped her warmed ass. Each time he squeezed, her pussy clamped down around his cock. It didn’t take long for orgasm to overtake Declan. Bette had never stopped orgasming. They collapsed onto the pillows.
Dawn streamed in the windows of the folly. Bette woke with a start, her internal alarm telling her she was late.
“Dec, we fell asleep! Lord Duncan will be furious! We’ve got to get up!”
“It’s alright. He’ll understand.”
“Please, Dec. We can’t be found here!” She stood up and gingerly started to pull on her clothes. Declan sighed and followed suit.
“Did you enjoy yourself Bette?”
She smiled. “Oh yes.”
“Even the spanking?”
She blushed. “Yes.”
They arrived at the house just as the staff was sitting down to breakfast. Betsy smiled when she saw them trying to sneak in. “Himself says to get dressed for breakfast and meet him in the dining room. You have about twenty minutes.”
Declan and Bette acknowledged her and they ran upstairs.
James smiled as Declan sauntered into the dining room. “Walking a bit light are we?”
Declan smiled. “Yes, and it was a lovely time.”
“Did things go alright?”
“Yes. Very well indeed.”
James nodded. “Will we be stepping things up?”
“I’m not sure yet. Promising though. Promising.”
James turned and began to walk towards the door. “Come in Miss Evans. Have a seat.” He led her to a chair and pulled it out for her to sit. He noted the slight hesitation and gasp as she sat. “Now what might we get for you?”
“Lord Duncan I can get my own breakfast.”
“No, it’s our turn to wait on you for all you do.” He smiled, and returned with a plate of food.
“Thank you sir.”
Declan sat down next to her with his own plate, followed by Lord Duncan. The conversation was light and congenial between the three of them as the rest of the officers filed in. Timothy was one of the last in, and he winked at Bette.
Bette leaned towards Declan and whispered. “Does everyone know?”
“No, but I suspect that Timothy might have guessed that we enjoyed ourselves last night. He was in the hall when I went up.”