Free Reads!! Wednesday Briefs – Innocence & Carnality Part 31
Welcome to the next part in my Wednesday Briefs flash fiction serial, Innocence & Carnality! Each chapter has to be between 500 and 1,000 words and this week I skipped using a prompt. No prompt this week, they were all V.D. filled stuff. Didn’t fit.
Nathan shows Rother his new purchases.
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Part 31
In front of the dressing mirror I held a new garment against me. The color was bolder than I liked, but Blythe had wasted no time reminding me the outing was to make me more indigenous. He had spouted commentary on every choice, lewd or otherwise. When we approached the undergarments, I sent him outside. Some opinions did not need verbalizing.
“Excellent choices,” Rother said, looking through the wardrobe. “So how much of my money found it’s way into shop owners’ pockets today?”
“None even the smallest coin. I have my own funds, thank you very much.”
“Since when?”
“I brought some savings from Victoria. We stopped at the usury and exchanged it for Francinian currency before visiting the clockwork foundry.”
“You were walking the streets with all that money in your pocket? Are you a complete fool?”
I stopped my task at his harsh tone, turned slowly, and skewered him with a glare of my own.
“No. I was not walking the street with all that money in my pocket. Blythe was. You’ve seen the man, haven’t you? What idiot would take the chance at robbing him? Besides, I’m not familiar with your denominations.” I refused to admit Victorian nobles never carried hard cash on themselves. It was considered common. Trying to shed the more pompous aspects of my past, I decided it was in my best interests to keep the practice to myself.
“Very well.” Rother continued perusing my clothing selections, nodding with a tiny approving smile, when he noticed I’d yet to stop glowering at him.“What?”
“I dare say you owe me an apology.”
We locked eyes for an extended pause. Frowning, he grunted and straightened. “I may have been quick to judge. That was a clever solution. You’re acclimating a little too well. I’m not sure if you should be spending so much time with Blythe after all.”
While it was hardly a proper apology, I was learning to accept the small victories. Rother’s dominant streak gave up little in a battle of wills. It was one of his most frustrating and attractive qualities.
“He does his job well,” I said.
“Yes, he does.” Rother sidled over to the table where more of my purchases rested. “Are these from the clockwork shop?”
“They are.” I couldn’t help but grin at my acquisitions. Each tool and gadget helped ground me, settling my nerves inside Delaga House.
“Are you going to tell me about them?”
“Am I going to bore you to tears in the process?”
Rother stepped in close. “Perhaps, but I like to think if you become excited, you’ll be more… willing afterwards.” His lusty words made me shiver. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find my husband attractive. I did. Very much so. But I was hardly going to undress and debase myself at his whim like a tawdry mistress. I had standards of seduction and I intended him to meet them.
Even so, I was ecstatic over my new items and wanted to show them off. I jabbered about a few of my new tools until I reached my favorite.
“I found the most brilliant magnification monocle… Hold on…” I scanned over my collection. “Ugh. I bet Harston still has it. He was carrying some of my packages.”
“Well, go get it.”
“You want me to?”
“I’d hate to see your enthusiasm dimmed. Go. You can give me a demonstration.” He gave me a heated stare. “Then I’ll give you one.”
With a glance over my shoulder, I hurried out the door, knowing my fate if I hesitated. Rother’s appetites were insistent, and I was determined to complete my presentation before beginning to submit. I composed myself as I travelled the hallway down to Harston’s room. The door was ajar and ignoring the noises coming from inside, I pushed it open without thinking. The sight froze me at the threshold.
On his hands and knees, Harston crouched naked at the foot of his bed. Behind him, Blythe held a vise-grip on Harston’s waist. My bodyguard thrust his hips forward, over and over, growling as he hammered into my valet. Wearing nothing more than his unbuttoned shirt, it flew about with each thrust, giving me an indecent view. Both men grunted and growled as the tempo held an almost violent cadence.
Even from the doorway, I could scent the sweat and musk. Their coupling was nothing like my encounters with Rother. Lacking the subtlety of a lover’s tryst, this was hedonism on another level. Blythe was little better than an animal and with each pained moan, Harston urged him for more. Bracing his arms, he pushed back into each brutal slam. I swear I could feel each impact, and it made my pulse race. From this angle, I could see the entry point, and the girth shocked me.
My face heated. I didn’t know what to do, and I couldn’t tear myself away from the spectacle. In the end I didn’t have to. It all stopped when Harston gasped.
“Nathan!”
Harston scrambled up the bed, madly trying to cover himself. With hazy eyes confused with lust, Blythe turned towards me, huffing in exertion. He approached me, his open shirt doing nothing to make him decent. It couldn’t hide the glistening slabs of his fur covered chest. His stomach was made up of hard ridges leading to a pair of chiseled thighs. Jutting out between them from a sweaty snarl of hair, his veined and fearsome cock glistened, unwavering with each footstep. The foreskin drawn fully back, the flared, purpled knob looked ready to burst. His physique was nothing like Rother’s sculptural proportions. Blythe was a beast.
We stood staring at each other for far less than it seemed. So stunned by the scene, I couldn’t bring myself to speak. The scar on Blythe’s face making him unreadable. Was he furious at me or not for interrupting?
To answer my question, he reached out and slammed the door shut in my face.
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