CHAPTER 5
Emma’s heart was pounding as she ran back to the shed to retrieve her wet clothes. She dashed back to the house, grateful that there was no one about when she entered. She went up the stairs and into the safety of her room. As soon as the door shut, she had a chance to think.
“What had happened just happened?” she quickly removed the jacket and saw her nakedness reflected in the hazy mirror.
She ran her fingers over her skin, conscious of the heat it was producing. She saw her nipples were protruding. She touched them and recoiled at the raw feeling which sent jolts to her stomach coursing through the area between her thighs.
Emma gingerly slid her hands lower, and she touched her soft tuft of pubic hair. The pressure of her fingers pushed sweetly as it glided over her concealed clitoris.
“Oh, oooh,” she sighed as she felt the tender skin inside the folds of her pussy which was wet and slick with a pungent and milk fluid.
Her mind immediately flew to the time she had breeding the horses. She looked at the fluids that were oozing from her sex and smelled the headiness, recognizing it as coming form the man’s prod that had entered her.
Emma couldn’t understand why her heart was beating fast. She looked around in panic and saw with relief that a bath was ready and drawn at the tub in the corner.
She stepped in gratefully and started to wash herself in the scented water. As she tried to clean her pussy from the slimy liquid, she could not stop rubbing. Over and over she rubbed.
It was at this point that James peered into Emma’s room which he accessed via their shared balcony. He saw the flush faced Emma with her boobs hanging in the water.
Paced sloshing sounds emanated and he could clearly see that she was rubbing her twat slowly at first then at a rhythm. Then her head fell back and she shook deliciously in the water in orgasm.
“My! Again! What’s happening to me?” he heard Emma yelp breathlessly as he retreated to his part of the balcony and disappeared.
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Emma had fallen asleep on her beautiful bed wearing only a robe. She had been totally confused at her bodily reactions that she didn’t bother getting dressed. She was tired but pleasantly exhausted.
The insistent knocking on her door wouldn’t stop so Emma groggily stood up. She was surprised that it was the butler.
“His Lordship is expecting you for dinner in an hour, Miss,” he said crisply and turned away.
Bah, Emma thought. Why couldn’t he just continue to stay away tonight? She would so much rather be left alone. But then, it was ungrateful. The man had to put up with it so she really had to put her best foot forward and show at dinner.
She decided to lace up the homemade corset and wear the burgundy gown that was her mother’s. Although it was a bit out of style, the clean lines showed off her creamy skin and highlighted her eyes. Emma put a dab of the rouge Mammy had given her and hoped that she did it right.
Emma padded quietly to the dining room. She was relieved that she had arrived first. It would be terribly awkward to be tardy. As soon as she approached the table, the butler appeared and ushered her to a seat.
“How many people are dining tonight?” she asked. “Just the two of you, Miss,” he replied.
Emma fluffed her skirts but as soon as she properly seated, the butler announced.
“Baron James.”
Emma lowered her head and stood up gracefully. When she lifted her face, her mouth dropped open in surprise. The man she had met earlier in the stables was the Baron! Her eyes darted from side to side and her face flushed a light pink. James grinned at the sight of her panic.
“Please to finally meet you, Emma,” he said quite cordially. “I do apologize for not welcoming you earlier. As you know, I had to bring your brother to the docks sooner than schedule. Plus, there was an emergency at the stables that needed my urgent attention this morning. I trust that you find that everything is order for your stay here?”
Emma was starting to get annoyed by his smug behavior. However, she was also aware that the butler was waiting for her reply. Not wanting to disappoint the staff, Emma reined in her irritation and smiled at James.
“Thank you, Sir, for allowing me to stay in your beautiful home. Yes, everything is all taken care of. The people here make sure I’m comfortable,” she said coldly.
“That’s very good. We’re a different breed here, quite perfectionists, it seems,” the Baron replied patronizingly while the pleased butler hied off to the kitchen to signal the chef that dinner was to start.
Emma was aware that the Baron had placed undue stress on the word “breed” but because of the presence of the butler and servers, she kept numb and ate her food, keeping her comments to perfunctory responses.
“Join me for a sip of wine on the balcony, Emma,” the baron said. “And please, do call me James.”
When they went up, the two went inside a huge room. Emma noticed a huge bed in one corner then they exited out to the balcony. It was already dark but there were lighted lamps that made the area glow softly.
A table was set in the middle where wine glasses and a bottle of red alcohol was in the middle. After scanning the area, Emma’s eyes got accustomed to the darkness. It suddenly dawned on her that she was on the same balcony that was outside her bedroom.
“Is this…?” she started to ask.
James sat in a chair and motioned for Emma to join him. A uncomfortable few minutes ensued as they sipped the wine.
“Uhm, about this afternoon. I don’t want you to get the impression that…” Emma began.
Once again, James didn’t let her finish.
“Don’t worry, I don’t. In fact, Emma Addle, I’m curious. Why did you let me touch you? I’m experienced enough to know that you are a virgin,” he completed.
“Yes, t-this was my first time to… to… couple, “she stammered. “It just felt right that moment and the truth is that watching the horses mate made me feel all weird inside.”
“Didn’t your teachers tell you about sex, Emma?” he asked. Emma shut her eyes tight in embarrassment and shook her head.
“Then I shall take it upon myself, if you let me, to educate you,” James stated as he rose from the chair.
Emma didn’t protest when James picked her up. She was a bit tipsy from having drunk two glasses of the sweet red wine. She hung limp in his arms as he carried her to his room.
James set her down on the big four-poster bed and Emma just lay there in anticipation. He deftly untied all the bows in her dress and unfastened the buttons then threw the dress to the floor.
“So, this is what you did to your gorgeous titties. He unlaced the homemade corset and Emma breathed a sigh of relief as her breasts were set free. Finally, James divested her of her lace chemise and drawers. Emma tried to cover her boobs with her hands and close her legs to hide her sex, but the baron was not having any of it.
“You have been a bad girl, Emma and you need to be taught a good, good, lesson. A hard lesson, in fact,” he breathed as he whipped out a long satin ribbon that was attached to a bedpost.