Punishing Miss Primrose, Parts I - V: An Erotic Historical in the Red Chrysanthemum Series by Em Brown

Author:Em Brown [Brown, Em]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-05-16T04:00:00+00:00

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Spencer shuddered. The sight of her thick lips wrapped about his cock would have been enough to send him over the edge. The warm wetness of her mouth surrounding his cock, the pressure of her sucking, the tip of his penis grazing her throat were all nothing short of marvelous. He felt a little remorse at having held her head so tightly the times she appeared to choke, but she had regained control well enough.

The vision of her naked and wet danced in his mind. Unlike the skinny strumpets that had serviced him, Miss Primrose had a roundness to her that he found attractive. The curve of her arse, in particular. He had palmed its fullness through the towel when drying her. She was not malnourished, which spoke again to her station in life. He wondered what had caused her to fall from grace and wind up at the Inn of the Red Chrysanthemum?

He would have to have her bathe more often, he decided. The water sliding down the swell of a breast, down the plane of her belly to the damp curls above her cunnie was worthy of a painting. He wondered how she considered the fellatio. Did she find it degrading or enjoyable or was she ambivalent? He reminded himself not to care. He followed her into the main chamber and found she had replaced her towel with a banyan. Her brow furrowed and she looked about the room in disconcertion.

“I require the services of an abigail,” she snapped.

Feeling relaxed, he took no offense at her tone and said almost jovially, “I am at your disposal.”

She glared at him. “For a private matter.”

He raised his brows. “More private than a bath?”

She squirmed, and he finally realized what she required. “Ah, the chamber pot.”

He retrieved a commode made of china. She looked horrified.

“I will tend to it later,” she mumbled.

“As you wish.”

He set the chamber pot aside and watched her pick up her shift. She hesitated.

“Do you not have other affairs to tend to?” she asked.

She had stood before him naked as a newborn babe minutes ago but now found it distressing to dress before him?

“Allow me,” he said, taking devious delight in her dismay as he approached her.

Standing behind her, he slid the robe down her shoulders. He kissed the exposed body part and thought he felt her quiver. He brushed aside her hair and kissed her neck. As he continued to plant light kisses along her neck and shoulders, he wrapped his left arm around her and grasped her right breast. She let out a shaky breath. He felt the nipple harden beneath his palm. She had lovely brown areolas, each as large as a cartwheel twopence. He dug his fingers into the pliant flesh as his other arm snaked around her hip. He worked his hand between her thighs and found dampness there.

“My God, you’re wet,” he remarked, sliding his fingers along her slit.

She gasped when he grazed her clitoris.

“Do you wish to spend, Miss Primrose?” he asked softly in her ear.

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