Briggs.
His name was like her heartbeat. And, oh, how she wanted him.
* * *
Finally, at four o’clock, he came into her room.
He looked positively disreputable with his shirt collar open, and his strong chest visible there, a smattering of dark hair sprinkled over his muscles.
She was transfixed. By that white shirt, the tan skin beneath, the tight, black breeches, and his leather belt.
‘You’ve been enjoying your day?’
‘Yes,’ she said.
‘Good. You did exactly as I asked, which is also good.’
She felt replete with joy beneath his praise.
‘Have I pleased you?’
‘You have not begun to please me.’
He walked over to the bed. ‘Explain to me all you know of the mechanics of what a man and woman do together.’
‘Only what you have said. Only what we have done.’
‘I see. So you do not understand that a man puts his cock inside of a woman and spills his seed in her and gets her with child?’
‘I... I did not. No.’
‘Where you were wet for me.’
She shifted. For she was wet. For him.
‘I see.’
‘That is the limit. We will not do that.’
‘Oh,’ she said, feeling hurt and disappointed, even knowing that she shouldn’t.
‘Last night, you were satisfied, were you not?’
‘Yes,’ she said.
‘We will continue to endeavour to find your satisfaction, it is only that we will not fully consummate the union. Out of deference to your health.’
‘I find that greatly disappointing.’
‘We will recover. You may have my mouth there. Fingers. Mine and your own. I will pleasure you. And you will pleasure me.’
‘And how might... How will I do that?’
‘I will teach you to use your mouth on me.’
‘You said... You said you might punish me.’
‘Yes. Most especially for this situation we find ourselves in. I find that should be appropriate. You will tell me if it becomes too much.’