He watched her as they ate. She was not the first woman to have dined, unclothed, in his chambers - but there was something about Allys - her diminutive size perhaps.....her youth and innocence. More and more he was finding himself as captivated by her as she was becoming of him and by the time he was leaning back in his chair with a glass of brandy he found himself contemplating the next stages in her lessons with quiet excitement. She ate delicately, savoring the roast swimming in it's own gravy, the individual crisply browned Yorkshire puddings and the vegetables, lightly steamed and buttered. He prided himself on his table and spared no expense to ensure that his chef and kitchen staff were of top quality and that they and his housekeeper spared no expense on provisions.
The girl had declined a poached pear and now sat across from him, sipping a sweet sherry and toying nervously with her napkin while staring nervously into the fire.
"Is anything amiss, kitten?"
Blushing she began to stammer again, "I-i-i only h-h-have the one gown w-with me Ronald. I must beg your assistance.....or th-that of a m-maid to assist me with corset and lacing. I....I MUST get to the necessary in all haste." Hanging her head she flushed to her toes with embarrassment.
He flushed himself, rising with haste and holding out a hand, picking up a taper from the box on the mantle and lighting it. "My apologies, pet. I should have anticipated long before now....."
Leading her to a doorway, half hidden by heavy drapes he opened the door, revealing the luxury of an inside toilet and bath. Lighting the small paraffin lamp and stove he adjusted the flue and tested the tap to make certain it was open and the water tank was full. The luxuriously appointed bathroom was even well stocked with a supply of the new therapeutic papers for use in cleaning oneself afterward.
"Here you are kitten. The water is heating should you desire a bath..."
Her eyes widened in dismay, but her stammer was gone for the moment when she gasped, "A bath?"
He chuckled, pleased to have finally reached her, "Yes, Lady Allys....a bath!"
Taking her hand he turned it to place a kiss in her open palm, his other hand reaching to brush one soft pink nipple. "Don't be long my pet," he murmured as he turned and left her, leaving the door partially ajar so that he could hear if she required assistance and also so that the heat from the fire might reach the enclosed bathroom. Stroking himself thoughtfully he returned to the wing chair by the fire, pouring himself another brandy as he passed the table. From the sound of things her curiosity and intelligence had led her to discover the reason for the pull chain depending from the tank on the wall above the toilet seat. The further sounds of splashing as she filled the copper tub made him smile to himself as he realized she was, in fact, making use of the opportunity to bathe.
Settling into the chair he picked up the new book, recently sent to him by his American factor, "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer". While disbelieving that even in the wilds of uncivilized middle America young lads can run so amok, he still found himself enjoying the tale of adventure penned by the Clemens chap, at one point so lost in the story of young Tom and his friend Huckleberry witnessing the murder of Doctor Robinson, that he did not hear the draining of the tub or his bride re-entering the bedroom, wrapped in a bath sheet that clung to her where her body was still damp from bathing. It was the scent of her youthful flesh, clean and fresh from the bath that reached him first and his nostrils flared. Almost as quickly his prick began to stir where it lay against his thigh, damn but the girl had an astonishing effect on him. The quiet rustle of her movement made him look up from his book to find her standing next to the chair smiling, her hair was flowing loose over her shoulders and down her back - a mass of loose, curling ringlets. The change in her was remarkable to say the least and he found himself sliding a marker into the book and setting it to one side.
Reaching around and taking her hand he pulled her forward between his knees again, loosening the bath sheet where it clung to her curves and letting it fall away onto the floor. Pulling her farther forward he buried his face between the sweetly scented pillows of her breasts, pleased when her arms lifted to circle his shoulders and neck, pressing him closer to her still. The throb of his prick decided him. Much as it pleased him to have a pretty young virgin, all to himself, to train to his own ways and pleasures.....he found a serious need for release growing with every moment that passed. Standing he bent over the little thing, scooping her up in his arms, her gray eyes glowing with reflected fire and candle light. Striding the half dozen steps to the bed he deposited her against the pillows, pausing a moment to eye her with appreciation before sliding into the massive bed next to her.
Bending to kiss her he pulled her hair back from where it hung down across her breasts, fanning the auburn curls over the snowy linen of the pillows.
"Did you wash away your guilt with that bath?" he murmured against her throat.
She flushed and lowered her eyes, turning her head down and away.
"Don't...Allys...look at me!"
His hand captured her chin, turning her face back toward him, calming and gentling her, stroking her hair and the line of her jaw. Kissing along the opposite side that his fingers caressed, his lips slid down over the curve of her jaw seeking the warm spot where her pulse beat like a trip hammer below her ear. He lingered there, his lips following the line of her neck as it flowed gracefully into her shoulder. Lifting her hand he nibbled her fingertips, breathing warmly into the palm of her hand. She sighed and goosebumps flowed over the surface of her skin. Her nipples tightened and pebbled, inviting his lips and fingers but he denied them the pleasure for the nonce, wanting to take his time with her until his young wife was actively yearning and aching for the fulfillment only he could bring her.