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devilment she was certain showed in them. Her late
husband had often said she had no guiles and was unable to hide her emotions. Well, George, you should see how I have
changed this last twelvemonth or so.
    "Yes, my lord." She spoke the words in a different
manner to her usual mode of addressing him, and turned her back to study the
wall.
    "It is a very nice wall is it not? A
superior stone. Well treated. It should last for centuries." His
chuckle fanned the nape of her neck. The sound and the cool breeze he created
on her neck made her shake. He noticed.
    "Cold or awareness, my dear? A mixture of both do you
think?" He bit her neck, a small nip that contracted her quim. "Why
did I not see this side of you?"
    "Perchance you chose not to bother," she said, her
words running into each other in her haste to be heard. "You saw a widow,
not in the first flush of youth, still of child bearing age and one not likely
to trouble you or your chosen life style." All the bitterness of the past
flew months tumbled out. "You didn't look past that. Well, why should you?"
She knew she sounded bitter. She was. "Did it never occur to you just why
I accepted your offer? I had no need to. I was wealthy in my own right, welcome
in all the best establishments, and led a fulfilling life. I had no need of a
husband. Especially one who declared he would not bother me except in the
necessity of an heir. Not a pleasant picture to me. But still, I agreed."
    He said nothing. Ara studied the indentations in the stones
and then closed her eyes in despair. What had she done? But my words had to be spoken. The soft cloth placed over her eyes
came as a surprise. For a brief moment, she had forgotten why she was standing
as she was.
    "Can you see?" His tone was even. If he was
annoyed by her impassioned outburst, he wasn't showing it.
    "Araminta? If your errand is as urgent
as you say, we have no time to loose. Answer me."
    What will he do if I do not?
Will he chastise me here and now? Dare I risk that when I am on a mission? She knew she could not. Already
too much time had been wasted.
    "I can see nothing, my lord." Still she said those
words in a way to show subservience.
    "Good girl." Her rump was patted, Ara assumed by
him. As if I am a horse , she thought
indignantly.
    "I am putting a plain cloak around you, in case your
pelisse is recognizable," he said, giving her an explanation for his
actions. "As it is, it will be thought I am at last breaking my rules.
When our nuptials are announced 'twil be the gossip of the town. Can you handle
that?"
    "Why not? I have handled worse.
Marrying George was neither expected nor liked. I was too old, too outspoken,
too everything.   If it is thought my
husband has to take a subservient because I cannot hold him, why should I care? As long as it is not true." She held her breath.
This was it. She had laid her cards on the table. Apart from telling him
chapter and verse, she could say no more.
    A heavy weight of cloth covered her, and she gasped as he
pulled the hood over her hair. Now, at the most all anyone would see of her was
her chin.
    He leaned into her and, for a brief moment, the contours of
his body were hard up against her. His cock, rigid and long pulsed briefly
against her crack before he moved away. To her amazement, she felt deserted.
    "I think it could be true. That I have taken a subservient. Not because
my wife cannot hold me. Because I want to hold her."
     
     

Chapter Three
     
    Those simple words were her undoing. She sagged and would
have fallen if he had not held her. Was she once more to experience those
sublime feelings she had thought lost to her?
    "Then, my lord, I can but pray it will come to pass. And now Jeremy?"
      His sigh reverberated
through her as his body moved and brushed close. "Ah yes, Willingham. Let
me escort you. This will be your first act of total trust, Araminta. I am about
to lift you over my shoulder. I guarantee I will make sure you are decorous and
covered. Not for us