Sins and Secrets

SINS AND SECRETS EXCERPT

Nov 4, 01:10 AM

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This ia a REALLY HOT excerpt. (Sexually Explicit) 

Nellie led Peter through the curtained door into the inner world of Nellie’s Tavern. Only those considered her clients were escorted into her sanctum. Walking up a dark flight of stairs, she led him to her personal quarters. “I’m honoured, Nellie. It’s been some time since I have had the privilege.”

“It’s been some time since anyone has had the privilege.”  She set the bottle and glasses on her desk and poured them each a drink.

“Those pink curtains around the bed, they are new?”

“That is my French canopy. It is the most beautiful thing I have ever owned! I love sleeping inside the colour. It makes me feel safe.”

Peter smiled as he looked at the gaudy strips of pink cloth hanging in a circle around the bed. “They are nearly as colourful as you are! Your canopy bed suits you very well.”

“You have not come to see me to chat about my bed.” Handing Peter the glass, she asked, “Are you going to tell me why you are really here?”

“For some female companionship, of course.” Drinking the brandy she gave him in one swallow, he held out his glass for more.

Before refilling his glass, Nellie lifted the corner of her skirt and tucked it into her belt. She watched him as she poured the brandy. He did not take his eyes off of her legs. “Female companionship you will have, but not before you tell me why it is me you want.”

He looked directly at her. “Because you are a woman, because you know me, and because you know what Sir George did to me.” Peter downed the second glass of brandy.

“Sir George Kingston made you a very wealthy man. He named you as his successor and the guardian of his daughter.”

“And I am to remain her guardian until she is married. No matter what her age, she must continue to live with me until she has a husband. It is in the will. If I refuse, I forfeit everything.”

Nellie poured him more brandy, and then sat down on his lap. “Ah, mon cher, I know what troubles you.”

“I have never asked you, why do you speak French? You have lived in London your entire life.”

“Ah, but French whores raised me and gave me my name. I learned more than my trade from them, I learned their language.”

Peter slid his hand under Nellie’s skirt. “You learned your trade very well. Tu es éternellement belle.”

“You see with your heart, not with your eyes. For my very handsome Peter, I have no trouble remembering what I have learned.” She slid her hand along Peter’s hard length. His breath caught. “You do not know about yourself what I know.”

“And what would that be?” He cupped Nellie’s ample breast in his other hand and squeezed.

“I know you come to visit me more when Pamela returns on holiday. I know she tempts you and you resist. There is now no escape and no reprieve.”

Peter squeezed Nellie’s breast harder, his fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh. “You know much more than you should.”

Nellie pushed Peter’s hand away and stood. “You will not bruise me.” Her eyes flashed fire. “No man bruises Nellie Flambeau!”

Peter stood as well. Being taller and stronger, he had no trouble pulling her tightly against him. “I will not hurt you, but I will have you.” His engorged cock strained in his trousers. He lifted Nellie’s skirt and petticoat.

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Nellie smiled. “Would you not rather watch me disrobe? My girls tell me how you will pay just to watch, as you once did with me.”

Peter released her. “Nellie, I must have relief before I see her. You know what to do. Please, do it. I haven’t much time.”

Mon cher, you must sit and watch then. You must not touch until I tell you to. You know the penalty if you do not do as I say.”

“I know well. I will never forget when you refused me because I touched too soon. Please understand. I only have an hour before I must leave.”

“You will have your pleasure before then.” Nellie undid the buttons down the front of her dress and stepped out of it. “Now, that we have begun, you will tell me more.”

“More of what?”

“More of your desire for Pamela.”

“I have no desire for Pamela.”

Mon cher, I know differently.” She lifted her petticoat to expose her legs, watching his eyes follow her movements. She held the folds of material thigh high for a few moments, letting him take her in, before she let it fall to the floor. “Sir George first brought you to me, when you were his apprentice. He knew you needed to learn. I taught you much.”

“I remember. It seems a lifetime ago.”

“My dear Peter, you have come to me for a reason. We have known one another for many years. I know your heart.” She slowly began to unhook her corset. “I know your desires.” The corset popped open and she let it fall to the floor. “I know why you sent Pamela to boarding school.”

“Nellie, do not do this.”

Mon cher, it is why you are here. You have come to me because I know.”

Peter’s hand involuntarily moved toward his erect cock. “Nellie, I must!”

“You will not!” Her sharp tone stopped his hand before he touched his throbbing organ. He gripped the sides of the chair until his knuckles turned white, the bulge in his trousers straining for release. “Tell me, Peter, tell me what you feel for her!”

As obediently as a schoolboy being admonished, Peter blurted out, “I cannot control myself when she is close. My organ stiffens and I want to touch her. It has always been this way, and has only become worse with time.”

Nellie came over to him and ran her fingers through his thick brown hair. Then she stood directly in front of him and pulled her chemise over her head, baring her breasts. “Show me your nob.”

Peter undid his trousers and gingerly pulled his rock-hard cock free of the material. Nellie only had on her drawers, which had an opening between her legs for her toilette. Pulling them open wide so Peter could plainly see her privy parts, she straddled him.

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“Ah, mon cher, if you want what Nellie has to offer, then you will be a gentleman?”

“I will be a gentleman.” He reached into the folds of cloth under her dress, wanting to feel her moist warmth against his hand.  Nellie’s words lingered in his mind. “Why did you say Pamela tempts me? How could you know this?”

Mon cher, I have already angered you. I do not wish to cause you any more distress.”

Frustrated with her silence as well as with the layers of petticoat that prevented him from touching her, Peter stepped away. “Pull up your skirt, Nellie, so I can touch you.”

Nellie lifted her skirt and petticoat to the middle of her thigh. “My Peter is being quite bold today.”

“Perhaps if I touch your cunt, I can convince you to tell me more.” Again he reached under her skirt, this time finding the opening in her drawers. Cupping the soft flesh of her privy parts in his hand, he gently squeezed. “Tell me, Nellie, tell me why you think Pamela tempts me.”

 “You do not know you are so bold today because your Pamela will soon be here?”

Pressing his fingers inside the folds of skin, he massaged her clitoris. “I know nothing of the sort. I am here today to have the pleasure of your company once again.”

Nellie pulled her skirt up higher, exposing the toilette opening in her drawers to Peter’s hungry eyes. “You would not like to see Pamela raise her skirt for you as I do?”

“Nellie, you are wading into dark waters with this.”

Nellie jumped when Peter’s finger slid inside of her. Still, she spoke her mind. “But you must swim in the dark waters, mon amour. How else will you be able to live with your sweet Pamela?”

“Take off the dress, Nellie. Do not bring Pamela into your fancy bed with us.”

“I do not have to bring her here, mon cher. You have already done so.” Nellie unbuttoned the front of her dress and pulled her arms out of the sleeves.

“It is not something I care to dwell on. I would much rather linger on the bed with you.” He took hold of Nellie’s skirt and pulled the dress off. He then picked her up and carried her to the bed. “I want to watch you take off your corset and your petticoat.”

“Shall I talk of Pamela while I do so?” Nellie smiled as she began undoing her corset.

“And if you were to talk of Pamela, what would you say?” Peter stroked his stiff cock through his trousers. The very idea that they should be talking of Pamela here, in this place, both repelled him and inflamed him.

Nellie slowly undid the remaining hooks on the front of her corset. “I would say you have desired Pamela for many years. I can see you do not remember what you told me after you sent her away.”

“I remember saying nothing to you of Pamela.”

“Ah, mon amour, you had too much brandy one evening. When I raised my skirt for you, you thought me to be her and told me of your desire. You called me by her name as you spent inside of me.”

“I did no such thing!”

Nellie’s corset dropped to the floor. She lifted her chemise, revealing her voluptuousness. “Ah, but you did. You have wanted Pamela in your bed for many years.”

Peter closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had the urge to harshly reprimand her for talking to him in this way. A lesser man might have backhanded her.  But he could not deny that her words held truth. He did remember the night of which she spoke, but did not realise he had spoken his secret aloud. As he undid his trousers to have her, he asked, “Did I say anything else?”

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