Anonymous - A Man With A Maid II

“Are you feeling a little more humble now, dear sister-in-law to be?” I sarcastically demanded. I felt her bottom twitch and contract against my gently, slyly, prodding cocktip, and I stared over her right shoulder to follow her reactions in the huge mirror placed before her. A wave of scarlet suffused her lovely haughty face, and her chin was trembling as she bit her lips, not able to answer. I tightened my fingers over those luscious bubbies, and I hissed “You are going to have to learn to answer me when I ask you a question, Marion, or take the consequences! Now, what do you say?”

“Oh, please-my b-b-breasts-they-they’re very sensitive-please don’t hurt them like that-I-Ohh, s-sir, I-I already told you I-I’m sorry I did what I did. I should have left and not argued with you-but you were so hateful! Oh please, now that you’ve had your revenge, won’t you let me go and hide my shame? You-you have my word I won’t inform on you!”

The low, vibrant and tremblingly husky voice in which she expressed this supplication was really amusing to my ears. Exactly why she changed so quickly from the spiteful and furiously threatening happy to the pleading, acquiescent captive?

“That was not exactly a direct answer, but it will do for the moment,” I coldly told her. “Now, why are you so intent upon my not acquainting Alice with our little tкte -а-tкte this afternoon?”

Now the large dark blue eyes did open, and she groaned and then tried to rum her face round to look at me, while I kept my fingers tightened over her heaving titties. “You-oh give me your word-I’ll keep mine-please, please, sir, be merciful! I would die of shame if Alice ever knew that I’ve allowed you such liberties-”

“Evidently it causes you great chagrin. But why? I insist on knowing, and that is what you are going to tell me. Or shall I pinch your nipples-thus?” and, suiting action to word, I made pincers of my thumbs and forefingers and plucking out her darkened stiffened nipples from their coral centers, I insidiously squeezed.

“Aiii!! Ohh, don’t, don’t, for God’s sake, let go of them! Oh please, I’ll tell you what you want to know, but please don’t pinch me there!” she wailed.

“Then speak before I lose my patience with you, Marion!” I commanded.

Bowing her head, and in a voice choking with sobs, she stammered, “I-I’ve always been a sort of older aunt to Alice, you s-see, and I was first to marry and I thought I’d made a catch. I boasted to Alice, even when I soon learned that-well, that I had made a mistake. But I was too proud to admit it. And then, when I first heard that she was infatuated with you, sir, I-I resolved that she should not have the chance to c-compare, as it were.”

“Now we are getting to the heart of the matter. I commend you for your veracity so far. And now you are going to tell me precisely why you learned you had made a mistake. Yet you spent three years with this man, did you not?”

Again she bowed her head, and her face turned a furious scarlet from forehead to throat. Her eyes closed, her eyelashes fluttering, and with a great effort she managed to stammer in a low and trembling voice, “Oh, sir, if you’ve any mercy at all for me, have pity on my shame and-and don’t ask me to tell you that. Please-please be content with-with what you’ve had of me and let me be now.”

For answer, while I kept my left thumb and forefinger at her nipple, I plunged my right hand down to the furry moss of her cunt and, and, plucking a sprig of silky black hair, I drew on it ominously, intimating that I was ready to yank it out by the roots. “The truth, Marion!” I insisted and gave it a tiny tug.

“Owww!! Oh don’t, not there, oh I couldn’t stand it, oh please have mercy, I’ll tell, I’ll tell!” she cried hysterically, trying to maneuver her tethered body so as to ease the tension on her sensitive pussy-hair.

Without relaxing my grip. I countered. “Then sneak at once, or I will pluck it out. You are much too well protected in that area anyway.”

Her bubbies rose and fell with violent turbulence now, as, head bowed, eyes tightly shut, Marion vouchsafed in her husky, tear-filled voice the explanation which I had been so curiously eager to possess: “He-he was ten years older than I, and very wealthy and, I had heard considered quite a distinguished gentleman. Our parents died when we were young, and an elderly aunt brought us up till we were about nineteen. She left only a little money for us, and Alice is so extravagant at times, you’ve no idea-”

I gave the sprig of silky private hair another encouraging little yank to hasten her story.

“Oww-don’t, I’m going to tell, please don’t do it, please!” was the frightened outcry.

“Be quick then!” I warned, and I gave her nipple a sly little pinch which made her sob and groan and squirm about.

“I’ll tell, I’m going to tell. Oh, please don’t hurt me-you see, I wanted security, and he had so much to offer. And I thought, well, it would mean money for Alice to buy fine clothes and things she liked, too and I did admire him, I truly did at first.”

“Well, what happened to change your rosy outlook?”

“He-he revealed his true colors on our w-wedding n-night,” she faltered, again averting her face and keeping her eyes closed while her blushes continued to flame on that soft olive skin of hers. “I-I had been a virgin till then, and I was proud of it. And I was shy, but he behaved like an animal. He-he practically tugged off my clothes, and I started to cry, and he laughed at me as being a silly girl much too old for such vapors. And then he-he h-had me. And it hurt a good deal and there-wasn’t any p-pleasure in it.”

“Was it always that way during your marriage?”

She nodded with a sniffle. “Nearly always. But after about a year, he grew weary of my pleading with him to be more tender and considerate. He-he kept a girl in a flat in Soho, I found out. And then he seduced my young maid Lucille. I-I found them together one afternoon when I came back from shopping earlier than expected. He only laughed at me and told me if I wouldn’t give him what he wanted, he knew where he could get it. I held out only because I didn’t want the disgrace of ending our marriage right away. And for Alice’s sake, too. I knew that he would have to make a settlement when the marriage was over. And-and now you know. And I’ve never even told Alice. She’s thought me flighty or too particular, but she didn’t know. And I thought you-you were a brute the way he was.”

It had truly been an amazing afternoon, though it was far from being over! From a raging leopard, my beautiful black-haired sister-in-law to be had turned into a trembling lamb. And I confess that I felt a little sympathy for her now which she had not previously deserved. Only an inconsiderate brute would have tried to force such a magnificent figure of a woman when with patience and voluptuous skill he could have exacted from her what I already had and would still more.

“Very well, Marion,” I said at last.” I shall not give away your story, and it will be our secret But all the same, my girl, I cannot let you off scot-free after the wicked tantrum you displayed in slapping me and spitting at me. You have alienated my admiration and potential affection for you by such ill-bred manners, and you must agree to accept your punishment for this naughtiness before I can relent and seek a new start with you as your brother-in-law to be.”

She drew a long shuddering breath, lifted her head, then bowed it, and then, while my cockhead lightly nuzzled at the shadowy groove between her luscious bare bottomcheeks, falteringly responded: “If only you will give me your word that you won’t tell Alice, then I will submit myself. But what else could I think, sir, when you went at me so brutally? It was like Harry all over again.”