In The Forest of the Night & Barmaid & The Blacksmith

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

I thought this fine affair would go on forever. There was nothing about this man that did not satisfy me deeply. I wondered often if it would be possible to have him for a husband, though in the world I was in, it seemed very far from likely.

Early one evening, I slipped out after dinner, to see the loveliest evening shadows crisscrossing the huge estate lawn. I’d told my uncle I needed some air, and that I’d be back inside shortly; but since I knew he was going out for the evening, I really planned to spend some time with Will.

When I arrived at the cabin, I was surprised to find that my lover had something rather unique planned for our night, a escapade in bondage, which seemed so very tantalizing. Often he would pin my arms above my head, order me to stand still while he fondled me. But on this night, he took another step to insure that he alone would please my body.

Taking a length of leather, he fixed my hands together and drew them over my head, fastening them to the headboard. My nether juice was flowing madly, my body jerking, crawling with need; while he stood smugly above me, and tortured me by avoiding any contact at all. For the longest time, my nude, spread out and bound body writhed against the sheets with no relief, while Will took his time, tending to completely unsexual things. Just to make me more aroused. Just after my midnight excursion, I was sure this treatment was revenge for having taken control of him that night. But, what delicious revenge for both of us!

“Please Will, please take me now!” I implored him.

“You think you deserve it? Isabella.”

“Maybe not, but you don’t want to see me suffer, do you?”

He looked at me with lusty eyes and came to me with his hands fondling me everywhere, quick and fast. I was cumming, with stunning cries rising loudly into the air, and an orgasm that was so potent I truly thought someone was shooting darts in my groin.

Will was laughing as he untied my bonds. I satisfied him with my mouth, since he shoved his erection in my face.

But all our furious s*x play was abruptly interrupted when there was a sudden sharp rapping at the cabin door.

I jerked away, glad my hands were free; while Will, pulling a sheet over his naked loins, took just two determined steps to the door, and opened it a crack.

“I beg your pardon for interrupting,” I heard my uncle’s voice.

“You’ve come at a bad time,” Will confirmed. By then, I was hiding under a blanket so that even if the door were to widen so he could see inside, Uncle Andrew would not know I was the woman Will was entertaining.

My uncle, being very shy about such things as s*x, was most embarrassed. Quickly conversing with his caretaker, he was gone moments later.

“We’ll have to be more careful,” Will said, when he turned back to me.

“I’m careful enough, he did his business and left. He won’t be coming back again. He hates walking down here!” I was totally confident of my information.

“I don’t want you coming here for three days,” he said.

“Three days!” I exclaimed. “I’ll die if I have to wait that long to have you,” I said, leading him back to the bed, where I took his soft prick in my mouth to make it hard again. He gently pushed me off.

“Not for three days,” he warned me sternly. “You promise me?”

I flirted with my eyes, and returned to his poor sagging prick.

“I want your word,” he insisted.

“I promise, I do,” I said, just to get back to our pleasure.

“And you’d better keep it,” he warned.

“I will,” I said, as I returned to the delicious meal of his sumptuous c**k.

I could stand two days away from Will, but not three.

Late on the afternoon of the second day, I crept quietly from the house, making certain that I wasn’t noticed, and made my way to his cabin.

He wasn’t there when I arrived, but I slipped inside nonetheless. Taking off my clothes, I would be a surprise to him when he got back from wherever he’d been. I waited a good half hour, then heard the stomping of his boots at the doorway. Just to excite him all the more, I reclined on his bed, naked and seductive, my hand already at my wet s*x, just prepared for him to sink himself inside that throbbing pink place.

The door opened wide with a sudden jerk, and I saw Will standing in the opening, his impressive large frame looking as daunting as ever to me. To my horror however, behind him and just to the side was Uncle Andrew, seeing me as easily as Will did, posed like some common w***e.

“Isabella!” Uncle Andrew shouted.

Will slammed the door, as I hurriedly gathered the sheets around me. It took me just seconds to dress. I heard my uncle’s sharp tongued voice as I put on my dress, but I didn’t hear what was said.

Once fully clothed again, I opened the door, fearing there was nothing I could do but face the awful consequences of the appalling moment. The two men were there, my uncle and Will, both wearing stern, angry expressions on their faces, though I’m sure that the nature of their anger was quite different. Will’s frightened me most, I’d never seen him looking so furious.

“You’ll go to your room,” my uncle ordered me, his voice was trembling from the fury.

I stared at Will, only to gaze at his darkened face; disappointment, even hurt joined the fierce look of rage. He said nothing.

I fled to the house, not stopping until after I’d slammed my bedroom door behind me.

I remained in my room the remainder of the day, not wanting to leave. When a tray of food arrived just before the usual dinner hour, I suspected my uncle was punishing me. I ate little. It was my uncle’s food, and anything that was his was not to my liking. Not at that moment.

I knew the whole rotten incident was my fault, and that was what made it worse. In a day or so I might be able to explain, but certainly not now. I only wished that I could at least talk to Will, soothe that anger I saw in his face. I feared that my uncle was likely as furious with him as he was with me.

After dinner, there was a firm knock on my door.

I was sure it was Uncle Andrew, and so it was.

He cleared his throat a half dozen times before he began to speak. A genteel man, I knew this was probably difficult for him, and he must have rehearsed his speech. I waited patiently for him to begin.

“It appears that your busy schedule was a clever ruse to keep me from knowing of your untoward behavior with Mr. Sage.” His voice was not cracking, but he was clearly nervous. He cleared his throat again. “I shall right away find suitable activities to keep you occupied, my dear, and have already posted a letter to your cousin Meg.”

I hated cousin Meg. But I nodded as I bit my tongue.

“You’ll be spending several weeks at her home, to let this incident pass. When you return, there will be plenty of young people of your age and station to associate with.”

That was it. I was shocked, the admonishment was no admonishment at all. This was all his wrath could conjure?

He was on his way to my door, the brief confrontation over. Apparently, he had no reason to stay for what could only be more embarrassing moments for us both.

“William Sage?” I asked.

“What of him?” my uncle said, turning back to me.

“I thought you would forbid me to see him,” I said.

“I don’t have to. He’s left the estate by my order, and will not be returning, ever!”

He didn’t honor the shocked expression on my face, but left the room and my “God nooooooooooooo!” reverberated through the second story. This was his revenge and the worst possible!

Where was he? I wailed to myself, as I cried myself to sleep.