Unnatural desire

[Untamed_Heart]

Closed for Cg and Untamed, read along and enjoy!

On a small rise that overlooked the plantation She lived on, Desarie reined in her prancing bay with a laugh. She looked over her shoulder at ther friend and laughed harder at the aggrieved look on the other girls face. she giggled as the other finally caught up to her and said, "Monique, you look as though you have eaten a sour pickle!"

The other girl sniffed and said, "Well, a lady wouldn't decide to ride astride just to win a race! What would your guardian say if he saw the shameless way you are acting?!"

Desarie tossed her head in a motion that caused her almost waist length blond hair to flip around her face, her sparkling blue eyes snapping with vexation as she responded, "Oh, he probably wouldn't like it, but afterall, I am eighteen now, all he has to be concerned with now is finding me a husband, then he's shut of me and will probably be glad for it! Goodness knows he says I am a willful brat enough, he has to be ready to pawn me off to the first well set up man available!"

Monique eyed her friend, taking in the slender shape, the full breasts that threatened to spill from the low collar of her dress and thought that her guardian wouldnt have to 'pawn' Desarie off on anyone, if the man ever let her out to any ox the box socials, she would be the belle of the ball, but instead the man kept her at home, as if he feared loosing her on the population. With a cheeky grin, knowing how to put the needles to her friend, Monique teased, "But your guardian is so Cute! Perhaps you are hoping he wants you to himself!" It had the desired effect, Desarie squaled with indignation and as Monique brushed past her, nudged her horse into a run, chasing after her friend.

They finally reined to a stop in front of the stables, both girls laughing as they turned the horses over to the stableboy, making their way into the big house for tea.

Later, after Monique had gone, Desarie stood at her window, staring out into the deepening twillight as she thought of the way she had come to spend the last three years of her life in this place. Her parents had both been killed when she was sixteen, a runaway carriage had caught them both as they crossed the street from the theater one night and she had been sent, young and in distress to live with her guardian, a crusty old man whom she had tried to keep her distance from, as she was never sure if he would bite her head off!

As the three years had passed however, she had come to know him, learned that beneath his tacturn exterior, beat a heart of gold, and these days she didn't fear him anymore, instead they had found a sort of camadrie that allowed her to talk with him about almost anything. She turned from the window as a respectful tap came at the door, smiling as her maid poked her head through. "The Master wishes to see you Miss."

Desarie sighed. Someone had snitched on her about the fact she had ridden astride today, she just knew it. Preparing for a lecture about decorum, She knocked on her guardians study door, knowing she would find him within at this hour.

 

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Leland Pierce had mad a career out of the army. His aster detachment a product of years of army life where an Officer had to keep a distance from the enlisted and the junior officers that served under him. His relationships had been governed by the aster demands of that military life. He had become friends with Desarie’s Father who had served as his aid during one of the numerous revolts along the Khyber Pass. When the young man was wounded his Army career cut short General Leland had agreed to be the guardian of his daughter never dreaming that one day he would be responsible for a headstrong young beauty. His own career ended he had retired to a tea plantation on the island of Ceylon. There where few diversions for his young ward for the Island outpost of the British Empire offered none of the gaiety of Delia or the other centers of the British rogue, and the closed society of the island was stifling.

Pierce had just been told of Desarie’s latest escapade by his Major Domo Gangee. He was at his wits end of what to do with her and was deep in thought when the soft knock came at his study’s door.

“Enter!”

His voice carried the sharp clip of command, ever the officer of her Majesty’s Indian Army. He was standing with his back to the door his hands clasped behind his back. The soft dainty fall of her feet left no doubt that it was Desarie.

“Well young lady what do you have to say for yourself?”

Leland Pierce Turned to face his young ward his body ridged his muscles rippling beneath his linen suit , dark hazel eyes with the piercing gaze that had struck fear into more that one young sub lieutenant turned on her, and his short cropped gray hair giving him an asteer appearance that belied a more jovial nature.

 

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Desarie opened the door at Leland'scommand and saw him, his erect posture with his back to her, hands clasped behind him. She swallowed a little nervously as he turned to her, his gaze piercing in a look that no doubt had made many quiver before him. Desarie herself, though she had no real fear of him, felt trepadation from it.

She really hated displeasing him, and knew that she had by her actions today and felt ashamed of it. More due to the fact she had been caught than anything though... "Well young lady what do you have to say for yourself?"

Desarie bit her lip, wondering how she should answer him but as honesty really was the best policy, she blurted it out finally, "I wanted to win!" She paused, then qualified her statement a little, "I know I'm not supposed to, but she started early, the little cheater and I had to catch up...I waited until we were on the trail, out of sight before I did it, nobody was supposed to see!"

She knew that Leland was about at his wits end with what to do with her, and felt badly that she was constantly trying his nerves and patience. It wasn't that she tried to make him angry, she just succeeded with alarming frequency! It seemed that her smallest action was like the proverbial stone in the pond, causeing ripples of disaster to spread in alarming fashion.

Her voice was small as she asked, "Am I very much in trouble?"

While she waited for his answer, Desarie looked at him, recalling Moniques words from earlier, trying to put her guardian into perspective. Her feminine senses had to admit, for an older gentleman, he was quite fine. She had touched him before, while she gave him the occasional hug and knew how corded his body was with muscle, his grey hair leant maturity to his weather chisled face...he was rather handsome! An unnacountable blush kissed her cheeks as she came to the realization and her gaze dropped to the floor as she felt suddenly uncomfortable and strangely shy.

 

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"I wanted to win!" She paused, then qualified her statement a little,

"I know I'm not supposed to, but she started early, the little cheater and I had to catch up...I waited until we were on the trail, out of sight before I did it, nobody was supposed to see!"

Leland watched as Desarie worried her full ripe lower lip a little pout bowing her lips. She had always been a wild and free spirit with a sense of honor that was keen and a temper more akin to a redhead than a blonde.

Her voice was small as she asked, "Am I very much in trouble?"

General Pierce ignored his young ward’s question and his unblinking gaze seemed to soften slightly as she blushed and demurely lowered her eyes from his gaze. God she was a rare beauty her golden ringlets framing her angelic face. If he where a younger man? Leland did not let himself continue the thought but instead turned back to the matter at hand.

“You say Monique cheated…………………………….. It was an affair of honor………………..and you had to win?”

A smile creased his lips as he looked at his adorable young ward.

“Just don’t let it happen again Desarie it is not fitting for a young Lady of your station to ride astride afterall.”

 

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“Just don’t let it happen again Desarie it is not fitting for a young Lady of your station to ride astride afterall.”

The sigh of relief that Desarie let loose was heartfelt. Her guardian was everything she could ask for! Many parents would have come down on their daughters as she admittedly deserved for such an infraction. With a smile Desarie nodded, vowing to herself that the next time Monique cheated she would just smack the other girl instead! Ok...well, maybe not, she had the feeling that would be viewed with less favor than the other!

Impulsively, Desarie stepped towards Leland, her arms wrapping around his waist in a tight but brief hug and rose on her toes to brush a kiss across his cheek. "I will try to do better, to make you proud." Releasing him, she smiled a little and asked, "Is there anything else? Elsie was about to draw a bath for me...I don't want it to grow cold if I can help it."

Recieving a shake of his head, Desarie parted company with a smile, thinking nothing of the fact she had just told her guardian that she was about to be naked and wet. The thought occured to her as she mounted the steps to her room and she paused in mid stride, a blush creeping over her cheeks. Sternly, she banished the thought, it wasn't as though he would think of it that way...hadn't she made similar comments before?

Late that night, the sky grew darker as clouds rolled over the horizon and a low angry rumble was heard as thunder growled in the distance. At the first low murmur, Desarie's eyes snapped open. Her fists clenched in the blankets as she waited to see if the grumble would be repeated. It came, louder this time and she worried her lip. The next boom snapped her upright in bed, shaking as childish terror engulfed her. The next boom was loud enough, and close enough to make her scream as she bolted from her bed, seeking sanctuary from the demons from without and even deeper ones within.

Her feet fairly flew down the hallway, beating a rapid tattoo on the floorboards as she hastened her steps in response to more thunder. She sought the one person she trusted enough to keep her safe. Opening his door, she slipped within and stopped. His breathing told her he was awake, just as the sounds of the storm told him why she was there. Her voice trembled as she asked, "May I stay with you tonight?"

 

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Impulsively, Desarie stepped towards Leland, her arms wrapping around his waist in a tight but brief hug and rose on her toes to brush a kiss across his cheek.

"I will try to do better, to make you proud."

Leland was taken aback at Desarie’s impulsive display of emotion and was very well aware that she was not longer the fifteen year old waif that he had first met. The sweet brush of her lips and the soft caress of her high firm young breasts against him made that abundantly clear. He fought back the lecherous urges that surged through his body and did not hear the rest of what his ward had to say. As the flaxen haired beauty went to take her bath.

Perhaps he had been wrong in keeping her here so long in the relative isolation of his tea plantation. The European community of Ceylon was small limited to the colonial administration. Most of the planters where absentee landlords who employed harsh overseers, hardly a desirable match for his young ward. Her only friend Monique was only on the island during school holidays as her parents had sent her to a finishing Academy in Delia. The situation was not promising for marriage prospects and again Leland debated taking the girl back to England so a proper match could be arranged before his own impulses got out of hand. The first clap of thunder awoken Leland and he held his breath praying that it was an isolate incident, yet at the second thunderous boom her gritted his teeth. Then the all too terror filled scream, the rapid patter of bare feet on the hardwood floors. He could feel her there her fragrance mingling with the night blooming jasmine on the hot humid night air as the storm broke.

Her voice trembled as she asked, "May I stay with you tonight?"

He knew he should say no, you’re much too old for this nonsense and yet the seductive memory of her ravishing young body pressed to his earlier that day sapped what resolve her had, and slowly he turned back the linen sheet so she could join him in his bed. Desarie had just slipped beneath the mosquito netting, and slipped into his bed when a blinding flash filled his bed chamber and a clap of thunder shook the house.

 

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Desarie knew that she was far to old to be jumping into her guardians bed just because of a summer storm, but could only sigh in relief as she saw the white linen move as Leland drew the sheet back in silent invitation. She was going to step calmly across the room to take up his offer, but but fear of not getting there before the next burst of sound had her almost scampering across the floor.

It was just as well, for she had just slid under the cotton when a bright flash and thunder so loud that it rattled the panes of glass sounded and shw cried out in fear. She slid across the bed and landed against Leland, quivering with abject terror. His arms came up comfortingly around her, perhaps an instinctive response and Desarie burrowed against him, her entire body shuddering.

Softly she said, "I know this is rediculous, the clouds aren't going to come down from the heavens and beat me, but I just can't help it! The last storm you were away, I hid under my bed, and came out covered in dust bunnies. Besides, hiding under the bed does very little, at least here with you I feel safe..." With that statement, Desarie's lips parted on a yawn and she relaxed a little in his hold, her eyelashes falling to her cheeks as her breathing deepened.

Desarie slept then, safe and secure she felt in Lelands arms until she rolled onto her back. The sheet slid down and as the rolling motion bunched up her nightgown, Desaries ripe bosum was clearly defined, tempting any eyes that might care to feast on it.

With a soft sound, Desarie slipped into a dream, one that she never remembered in the morning but her back arched a little off the bed in her sleep, a word escaping her parted lips, "Leland..." She muttered something else that defied understanding, then settled back down, her hand resting on her tummy as she sank deeper into the depths of sleep.

 

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"Leland..." His name half murmured half breathed called the General from his uneasy sleep. The thin muslin sheet had fallen away from his young ward’s body, again she murmured his name even as her stunning young body arched of the bed. The pale moonlight kissed Desarie’s firm ripe bosom, her dainty hand rested low on her flat abdomen the tips of the innocent young beauty’s fingers disgracefully close to her barely shield virginity.

Leland brushed the flaxen locks from her brow his eyes held his angelic ward deep in sleep and her moist lips sensually parted and he bent his mouth to hers to taste the sweetness of that forbidden fruit.

 

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Desarie roused to a half concious state, her eyelids flickering as dream and reality seemed to entwine. Lips on hers, exploring her shape was the stuff of her most secret fantasies. She might have been excused for thinking that it had been a dream as she murmured with pleasure, her lips and body responding to her dream lovers touch.

Her lips parted on a sigh, as her tongue eased from her mouth to taste the lips that played with hers. She gasped softly as his tongue met her own, then slipped within the soft wetness of her mouth. Her fingers twitched at the sheet restlessly, then crept toward him, brushing against hot flesh and corded muscle. It was only when her hand slid up his chest to cup the back of his neck that she came fully awake and stiffened in shock.

The instant she stiffened, Leland released her and she stared at him in embarassment. She wondered if perhaps she had brought this on...her guardian wouldn't do such a thing on his own would he? Desarie brought up a trembling hand to touch her lips, feeling them tingle even as other areas of her body ached with an unfamilliar sensation.

"Leland...?" Once more she said his name, this time awake, in command of her senses, her tone full of unanswered questions and no small wonder

 

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Her fingers twitched at the sheet restlessly, then crept toward him, brushing against hot flesh and corded muscle. It was only when her hand slid up his chest to cup the back of his neck that she came fully awake and stiffened in shock. The instant she stiffened. and he released her caught between embracement and desire. The sweet summer wine taste of the girl’s lips lingered , its memory so seductively tempting. For what seemed an eternity they lay there bodies pressed to each other, He knew he should send her from his bed , she was a child his ward, and yet her supple young body was most definitely a woman’s.

"Leland...?"

Once more she said his name, her tone full of unanswered questions and no small wonder. He lowered his mouth to hers and drank of the sweetness of her mouth he cared little of what was right or wrong only that he wanted her, that she seemed to want him boldly he pressed his hand to her half naked breast and let the kiss deepen a kiss that society would have found scandalous for a married couple never mine a man and his innocent young ward.

“Desarie’ his lips brushed hers as he spoke her name.

 

[Untamed_Heart]

Desarie's eyes locked on him as they lay there, so close, neither moving for the moment as her mind spun with the confusion this turn caused. Her unanswered questions remained that way as he lowered his head once more and reclaimed her lips. She whimpered softly, low down in her throat as she met his lips, hers shy, but definitely unresisting, even eager.

She stiffened again as his hand so boldly cupped her breast, the pleasureable sensation at war with the horrified realisation that her guardian had his hands on her body! Her nipple stiffened impudently under his palm, plainly proclaiming what it wanted, even if her mind wasn't sure. Desarie shifted on the bed, her body pressing to his, then shifting away as her hands crept back up to explore the ridges and planes of his back and shoulders as she gave in to the temptation offered in his touch.

"Desarie" His lips brushed hers as he spoke and she whimpered once more, need dictating her responses, though if asked that wouldn't have been her deffinition, instead she wouldn't have been able to voice what she was experiencing.

She wanted his kisses, didn't want him to stop, but sanity and propriety made her ask both dubiously and excitedly, "What are we doing? We shouldn't..." Secretly, she almost hoped he would ignore this query too, and at the same time feared it.

 

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She stiffened again as his hand so boldly cupped her breast. Her nipple stiffened impudently under his palm, plainly proclaiming what it wanted, even if her mind wasn't sure. Desarie shifted on the bed, her body pressing to his, then shifting away as her hands crept back up to explore the ridges and planes of his back and shoulders as she gave in to the temptation offered in his touch.

Leland was both repulsed and pleased when his young innocent ward surrendered to his bold scandalous kiss and her supple young body pressed to his as her dainty hands began to explore his back. That moment of conscious where he could of stopped passed as the girl’s body responded to his kiss, to his touch. When she turned her head from their kiss her voice was a panting breathless whisper.

What are we doing? We shouldn't..."

Leland dark hazel eyes held the soft gaze of his wards blue eyes and her only answer was his lips capturing hers in a scandalous lover’s kiss his hand eased her firm young breasts from her night gown. He trailed light kisses down the sensual curve of the teen beauty’s neck. Pausing, his hot, moist, breath, bathed the scented valley between Desarie's breasts then tongue’s tip lightly circled her pink areola till it was a puffy mound before he flicked the tip of his tongue across the tip of the girls rose bud nipple.

 

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Desarie stared into Leland's eyes as he again neglected to answer her questions. She parted her lips to meet his as he came towards once more, moaning softly as his hand continued to caress her pleasure tightened nipple, gasping into his mouth as he freed her aching flesh.

Her head tossed as his travelled down her throat, then as his breath washed across the valley between her breasts she began to pant, gasping in huge lungfuls of air as she struggled to come to terms with what was happening. She whimpered as his tongue teased her areola into a state of puffy anticipation, except this time her whimper was laced with fear as well as desire. She wanted these sensations, in fact her body was thrilling to each new touch but her mind rebelled, clamoring that it wasn't right, that she needed to stop, and to do it right now. She was torn, shaking with indecision.


The flick of Leland's tongue across her nipple brought her off the bed a few inches, a cry escaping as she was overwhelmed by intense, but sudden pleasure that spiraled out from her nipples to the secret space between her legs, making her go limp and taut in turn. Her hand rose helplessly, caught surely in this web of forbidden desire, pulling him closer, needing his touch.

In moments though, caution reasserted herself and amidst her squirming, she moaned, "You have to stop! Please..." though her please could have been easily interpreted as a plead for more as a deep moan of pleasure followed right behind it as her body lifted once more, offering her breast for his pleasure.

Desarie was so confused, unsure what she really wanted, caught following Leland's lead as he led her down a path to sure damnation as more and more she was thrusting back her hesitation. As his tongue teased and flicked over her distended nipple again, she sighed and gave up the fight, though she knew she would surely regret it later. "Yesss...." her voice choked with passion, she almost didn't sound like herself.

 

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She parted her lips to meet his as he came towards once more, moaning softly as his hand continued to caress her pleasure tightened nipple, gasping into his mouth as he freed her aching flesh.

Leland had noticed the longing mixed with fear in his young ward’s soft blue eyes. She was lovely and so innocent and her supple young body was so willing despite her murmured protests. Had not she come to his bed, was it not she that had pressed that stunning supple body to his. Now to thing a few paltry words could undo what she had already done.?

"You have to stop! Please..."

Though her please could have been easily interpreted as a plead for more as a deep moan of pleasure followed right behind it as her body lifted once more, offering her breast for his pleasure.


He had almost faltered civilization, society with is stringent boundaries and taboos had almost won calling Leland Pierce back from the abyss Yet when Desarie arched her body to him and her soft youthful voice pleaded

"Yesss...."

Her voice choked with passion to match his own, the battle was lost. His hands seized the girl’s flimsy night gown as his mouth paid homage to Desarie’s other neglected nipple. The soft renting sound of fabric the only sound other than the young beauty’s labored breathing filled the room and his kisses flowed down across her newly bared silken skin. His hot moist breath washed over her virginal innocence, her sparse tawny Golden Fleece danced in his breath. As his head lowered so he could taste her sweet dewy innocence nectar.

 

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The soft ripping of the fabric of her nightgown intruded on Desarie's senses, but instead of horror at the slight violence, she thrilled to it. Her body shifted on the bed, her legs splayed wantonly, opening herself for Lelands touch, in a move that was completely unconcious. She sighed with pleasure as his lips trailed down to her stomach, then held her breath as he moved lower.

The soft brush of his breath across her fleece made her jump, but without knowledge of what society called taboo activities in the marital bed, it was surprise, without disgust. Fear of the unknown was there too, but her trust in Leland was great enough that she was able to move past it, into a new world of sensation.

With Leland between her legs, they had parted, opening her sweet pussy to his touch, letting her juices seep. She quivered at the first touch of his lips, jerking as his tongue parted her folds to sample the sweet nectar within and her hands fisted once more in the bedding. She was bow taut, holding herself almost painfully still as she waited for, and feared the next touch.

She felt as though she was hovering on the edge of a great discovery, an abyss of pleasure and she moaned again, reaching for it, embracing the foreign sensation, crying out as Lelands tongue lashed and teased her pussy to new heights of pleasure.

Then it came, the crash of pleasure as her hips lifted from the matress, the sparks behind her clenched eyelids, the feeling that she was going to fly apart as her whole focus centered between her legs. She had never felt anything like it before. There was so much pleasure, she almost cried with it.

Her fingers lifted from the sheet, lacing behind Leland's neck, refusing to let him go, holding him to her as she never wanted this to stop. All to soon, yet not soon enough the pleasure began to ebb and she moaned his name once more, her tone questioning, pleading for more of the same, or even more. "Leland...Please...!" She didn't think it could get any better than this, and almost feared that he would prove her wrong, yet thrilled at the same time.

 

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When it came, the crash of pleasure as her hips lifted from the mattress, her fingers lifted from the sheet, lacing behind Leland's neck, refusing to let him go, holding him to her as she never wanted this to stop.

"Leland...Please...!"

There was no mistaking the deep seductive whisper that had escaped Desarie’s parched lips or the sweet passion that laced her voice. Leland feasted on his innocent young ward until her body was again engulfed in that white hot blinding pleasure. He then kissed his way back up her body to claim her ripe lips in a searing kiss where she could taste her own sweetness on his lips.

Leland guided his cock to Desarie’s virginal folds his hips rolled forward and the head of his cock slid passed her moist folds to enter where no man had ever been before. he let her adjust to him as their kiss lingered. Slowly He began to open her virginal passage till his cock brushed the girl’s maiden head. The moment of truth was at hand Leland stilled and began to draw back, then with one thrust Desarie’s virginity was nothing but a fading memory.

 

[Untamed_Heart]

Pleasure untold, such that Desarie didn't know what to do with it all came once again. She writhed against Leland's mouth, hips bucking with excitement until he had a hard time holding her. She moaned with delight and sorrow as he kissed his way up her body once more until their tongues tangled again. She tasted tart sweetness on his lips and realised she sampled herself and a dark naughty side of her was thrilled too. She loved the taste in fact...wanted more.

Her breath caught again as the blunt head of his cock nudged her pussylips, sinking slowly into the outer edge of her core. She was a little afraid, but her trust and Leland's seductive kisses relaxed her so that she put up no protest as his girth stretched her almost uncomfortably. She whimpered softly as she stretched to adjust to him, then again as he began to withdraw as she was certain he was about to leave her once more.

His thrust that claimed her virginity was shockingly painful, causing a sharp cry that was lost in the depths of his mouth as her body stiffened in shock. Gradually though, the searing pain faded and she relaxed, her legs wrapping about him in welcome, her actions indicating that she was ready for more.

Experimentally, she rocked her hips, gasping as a ripple of pleasure deeper than she had experienced at the hands and lips of her lover shuddered through her.

 

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His thrust that claimed her virginity was shockingly painful, causing a sharp cry that was lost in the depths of his mouth as her body stiffened in shock. Gradually though, the searing pain faded and she relaxed, her legs wrapping about him in welcome, her actions indicating that she was ready for more.

Experimentally, she rocked her hips, gasping as a ripple of pleasure deeper than she had experienced at the hands and lips of her lover shuddered through her.

Leland knew that Desarie was his and that what had been between them had changed forever. As the storm outside began to rage again he took her he played her young innocent body masterfully. She his willing lover. Leland ripped a series of cascading orgasms form the innocent young beauty till she was left panting , bucking , and thrashing in her ecstasy under him. At last his own need for release claimed him and his climax flooded her virgin womb.

Leland bathed his young ward’s face with kisses and gathered her spent and exhausted body into his arms as her tawny head rested on his chest. Yet as his lust for her subsided a feeling of guilt for what he had done began to fill him. he had taken advantage of her youth and inexperience. Desarie was ruined and her prospects for a suitable match destroyed. God now she would hate him when she awoke in the morning.

Leland steeled himself for her outrage.

 

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Desarie experienced pleasure like she had never imagined before as Leland played her body with masterful intensity. Cascading orgasms barreled through her until she was utterly exhausted, and yet her body rippled with yet another as Leland stiffened within her and she felt the scalding rush of his seed coat her insides.

After, as he kissed her and held her close, she felt only contentment, relaxing in a sleepy satiated puddle on the bed. There was no recrimination, though the thought did occur to her briefly that she was now ruined for marriage...but the only conclusion she had for that was that it was good-she hadn't wanted the strings a husband would place on her wild carefree existance. Now instead, she could be free. With that thought curling a smile about her lips, she fell asleep.

When dawn began to brighten the sky, Desarie stirred. Her leg touched Lelands and her eyes shot open. She recalled intimately the details of the night before and any illusion that she might have dreamed it was dispelled with both the feeling of the sheet on her naked body, and the lingering soreness between her legs that told her exactly how much fun she'd had the night before!

Her gaze darted to Leland's and she let out a small puff of breath in relief. He appeared to still slumber, for which she was grateful. She slid out of bed and snatched up the shreds of her nightgown. She saw that there was no way that it would cover her half decently and in desperation she snatched up Leland's dressing gown. With a brief peek down the hall to ensure nobody was coming, she fled.

A few hours later, Desarie tapped shyly on the study door and slipped inside as Leland bid her entrance. She had spent the morning deep in thought, and had finally come to face her defiler. She couldn't read his expression as she faced him and swallowed hard. Deciding the best defense, she stepped forward until she could plant her hands on his desk, leaning forward until she stared him right in the eyes.

Almost defiantly, she spoke, "I refuse to be sorry that it happened! I can't say that I wanted it for a long time, or at least its not something I've thought of conciously, but now that it has come out, I am not unhappy about it!" She stood up then, pacing a little as she grew suddenly nervous. "I hope you don't think that is the sort of thing I would do with just anyone..." Her voice trailed off until she said in a whisper, "Last night was special...and incredible." She stopped suddenly, worried that he would think her shameless, that it had meant nothing to him or worse, less than nothing and her arms wrapped around her waist defensively while she waited for him to shatter her secret desires.

 

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When Leland awoke Desarie was gone. Had it all been some fiendish nightmare, an obscene desire to enjoy and taste forbidden fruit? Yet as he rose and saw the crimson stain on the sheets he knew that it had been all to real, that he had betrayed his ward’s innocent trust. Desarie had come to his bed seeking solace and comfort from the storm and he had…….he had taken her most precious treasure.

Leland was listless and distracted for most of the morning she had not come down to breakfast as was her custom. There was nothing to for the present other than to go about the days activities to maintain the routine of the household. He state in his study desperately working on the plantation’s accounts, yet his mind was uneasy as th events of the night would come stealing back to him. Leland’s thoughts where interrupted by the soft knock at th door.

“Enter”

He blushed crimson as Desarie entered he had made up his mind to send her away.

Almost defiantly, she spoke,

"I refuse to be sorry that it happened! I can't say that I wanted it for a long time, or at least its not something I've thought of consciously, but now that it has come out, I am not unhappy about it!"

She stood up then, pacing a little as she grew suddenly nervous. "I hope you don't think that is the sort of thing I would do with just anyone..." Her voice trailed off until she said in a whisper,

"Last night was special...and incredible."

She stopped suddenly her arms wrapped around her waist defensively while she waited for him to to speak.

Leland drew a deep breath as he prepared to tell her she must leave but to his surprise he heard himself say,

“Come here you naughty vixen.”

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A servant girl came to Gangee the major domo with the stained sheets from the Mater’s bed chamber and the remnants of the young Mistresses’ night gown.

He took them and dismissed the girl as a twisted evil grin creased his face so the young Mam Sabe was no longer a virgin. He could feel his lust for her grew and knew what a powerful weapon had been placed in his hands.

 

[Untamed_Heart]

Come here you naughty vixen.

Desarie's eyes flew to his to seek the truth in his hazel gaze. She had convinced herself that morning that she had done something very wrong, that Leland would surely hate her for climbing into his bed. She expected to come in there to be told she was being sent away in disgrace. To have him invite her to him as old was unsettling.

Hesitantly, she stepped forward, circling the desk slowly until she stood within inches of his side. Desarie paused, then moved just an inch further until the sway of her skirts brushed against Leland's arm. She leaned closer, lowering her body until her face was aligned with his, mere inches apart.

She whispered, "Are you sorry?" She was positive of course that he would say yes, that it never should have happened and that she would have to leave, but before he could tell her that and break her heart, she closed the distance between them whipering, "Don't be..." It was a bold move, she actually expected him to draw back, but Desarie had no wish to return to the way it had been, or worse that he would shut her out of his life. She poured all the emotion of her hopes, her dreams and her fledgling desires into the brief, but smoking hot kiss she pressed to his lips.

When she drew back, Desarie's eyes were clouded with desire and she blinked, holding her breath as she stared at him, waiting for the judgement she was sure he would render.

 

[cgraven]

His you ward came to him hesitantly when she leaned down to speak to him the bodice of her dress provided a most alluring view of her firm young breasts.

She whispered, "Are you sorry?................ Don't be..."

She had not waited for him to answer and then in a bold wanton move the yo9ung beauty pressed a kiss to his lips. She poured all the emotion of her hopes, her dreams and her fledgling desires into the brief, but smoking hot kiss she pressed to his lips. Before she drew back, Desarie the contrite young beauty shyly blushing as if she again had been caught in some minor indiscretion. Leland slowly stood taking her hand.

“Shall we retire to my bed chamber now naughty Vixen?”

 

[Untamed_Heart]

“Shall we retire to my bed chamber now naughty Vixen?”

Deasarie blinked in surprise and stared down at their linked hands. This was what she wanted...the thing she had thought of this morning as the peak of her dreams, but that was what she had expected it to be...just dreams. Reality was more than she had realisticly hoped for!
Shyly, she nodded, allowing Leland to lead her from the study to his chamber, feeling her heart begin to pound with anticipation, a little fear and a wealth of excitement. She was silent, until the door had closed behind them and then she asked, her voice trembling slightly, "Will you teach me what to do?"

Desarie had concluded on the short walk that loving under the covers in the dark proved to be far different than daylight. It all seemed natural in the dark, but in the dim light of Leland's bedroom, she suddenly felt self concious and unsure. She blushed once more, feeling suddenly inadequate to the task, no matter how much she wanted it.

 

[cgraven]

blinked in surprise at Leland bold proposal but did not draw back in shock and horror as he had suspected that she might do. She followed him like a meek little lamb as he led her upstairs to his bed chamber.

She was silent, until the door had closed behind them and then she asked, her voice trembling slightly, "Will you teach me what to do?"

Leland found his wards maidenly blush adorable, her shy eyes told him she was more than willing to learn the arts of love.

“Yes my naughty Vixen I shall teach you.”

He drew his young ward into his arms and his lips sensually brushed hers in a lover’s kiss. He savored the sweet innocence of the girl’s mouth and then slowly broke the kiss to sit on his bed.

“The first thing is that you are never to be ashamed of your body Desarie so I want you to disrobe now.”

 

[Untamed_Heart]

“Yes my naughty Vixen I shall teach you.”

When Leland drew her into his arms, she went willingly, going to him and meeting his kiss with one of her own that showed the depths of her passion. The kiss was hot, somreso in its seductive gentleness than anything else. Her brow wrinkled in confusion as he released her to take a seat on the bed.

“The first thing is that you are never to be ashamed of your body Desarie so I want you to disrobe now.”

Her eyes widened. Disrobe? Right now? As in in front of him while he feasted his eyes on her? The concept was alarmingly arousing. With a small smile, Desarie stepped back slightly, reaching for the laces on her camisole. "For you? Anything..." Her tone was teasing, playful even but her words were sincere. For Leland, Desarie would attempt anything he wished of her.

However good her intentions, Desaries fingers trembled as she unfastened her laces, letting the bodice of her gowngape open slightly. She slid her sleeves down, then pushed the material over her hips, kicking it disinterestedly somewhere behind her. She stood there for a few moments then, clad only in her camisole and knickers. She waffled between them, knowing that whichever she removed next would bare skin that nobody but Monique had seen since her body had changed to that of a womans.

Slowly, she eased the camisole off, blushing scarlet as her breasts came into view, their nipples already pebbled. She giggled, a little self conciously as she scrubbed her palms over the offending tips in an effort to make them settle down. She gave up though, for the more she rubbed at them, the hardr and more sensitive they became.

Desarie looked up, her fingers playing with the edges of her knickers. She hesitated even longer with these, so long in fact she decided Leland must think her a coward. With that thought, she set her jaw and whisked them down and off, then straightend, her palms turning in to her hips, as she set herself proudly on display. She thought she had a nice body, and could only hope that Leland thought the same.

Looking for his opinion, Desarie asked, "Is that good?"