Lessons of Love (14 page)

“
You seem to have forgotten your little lesson this morning,
Jolie
, but we shall discuss it later. Celia may s
tay in your chambers this evening as you wish, but the key stays with me. We can seek
other arrangements tomorrow.”

“
Why must you lock us in? We would both be safer if you let us lock the door to keep out the horrible men you employ. They a
re vulgar and sa
distic and...”

“
Jolie
... Do not anger me.”

“
You lock us up like prisoners.”
Her voice was choked with emotion, the stress of the last two days co
ming to a head.

“
That will change soon little one when I
’
m certain you won
’
t flee. I need you to accept your l
ife here. Fighting my every wish and berating me with your insolent tongue does not lead me to believe that you have. I am your husband and you are here to stay. Celia will be quite safe with the only key in my possession. Now it
’
s time for our dinner. Do
not argue with me any more
Jolie
. I will not give in to your demands. One more word and you will be over my lap while I warm your bottom. I planned a special d
inner. Please don
’
t spoil it.”

Jolie
raised her chin in a show of pride but held her tongue. She
had no desire for another spanking. Her bottom was still sore from the one she received that morning. Celia would be safe in her chambers, and
Cole
had compromised by letting her stay here even if he wouldn
’
t give her the key.

She bid Celia goodnight and
Cole
led her down the grand staircase, arm tightly wrapped around her waist.
Jolie
took in her surroundings, noting the opulence throughout the mansion. The floors were polished marble, the chandeliers a multitude of gleaming crystal prisms. There were hug
e bouquets of flowers everywhere and their heady scent filled the air. Instead of leading
Jolie
to a di
ning room,
Cole
continued on through a large ballroom and out onto a terrace where a table was set for two laden with gleaming covered dishes and a nearb
y cart holding a bottle of wine, more dishes and crystal goblets stood waiting their every desire.
Cole
pulled out a chair for her and she gratefully sat, a bit overwhelme
d by him and her surroundings.

"Did I mention you look ravishing Mrs.
Jameson
?"
Jolie
gazed up at
Cole
, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. What was it about this man that stirred her senses into disarray? It was only a simple d
inner. Why was she so nervous?

"Yes you did, but you can tell me again." Her words were whispered and
Cole
sa
w her blush in the light of the candles. My God she was breathtaking, an irresistible m
ixture of innocence and fire.

They ate their dinner in private, all the food was on a cart or the table so there was no need for them to be disturbed.
Cole
did his best
to be charming
.
H
e wanted to secure a place in
Jolie
's heart.
Jolie
glowed in his attention, never before had she felt so desired, so cared for, so loved. They drank champagne under the stars as he gazed in her eyes, and
Cole
recanted tales of the faraway
places he
’
d seen.
Jolie
listened with rapt attention, totally mesmerized by his rugged masculine aura, his silver tongue, and his breathtaking good looks. Those deep blue eyes seemed to look into her soul, and
Jolie
felt herself slipping away, lost in the
emotions she h
ad been denied for so long.

They finished their dinner, and
Cole
took her hands, pulling her into his embrace. He spun her around in his arms, dancing her across the terrace as she giggled in delight. Whirling her round until she was dizzy
and clinging to him, her breasts rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. Holding her close to his hard body, making her feel secure in his strong protective arms. The champagne mixed with heady feelings of being desired and she clung to
Cole
a
s he romanced
her.

His lips brushed hers, fleetingly, teasingly, making her want more, and she melted against him, molding herself to his body. Gone was her shyness and her anger. There was no room for arguing tonight. The stars were out and the man who he
ld her was the one she
’
d longed for during the long empty nights as she
’
d cried, desperate to feel loved. Right now he was the dashing yet tender husband every maiden dreamed of. She wanted him with her heart and soul. Her body knew her desires and wasn't
afraid to act on them.
Cole
bent down for another kiss and
Jolie
tilted her head back, lips parted, waiting for him to claim her. He obliged and took her for his own. His lips were hot and hard, his tongue silky and soft as it danced ove
r hers leaving her
breathless.

He felt her press against him and ran his hand over her back, tracing circles as his hands dipped lower and lower.
Jolie
sighed and wiggled against him, her nipples pressed into him, seeking contact, needing to be touched.
Cole
obliged and slid
his hand up to trace the neckline of her gown. He dipped his fingers in and brushed her nipples, first one, then the other. Pinching them, rolling them between his fingers until she was moaning with longing. He pulled one hard peak free from the neckline
of her dress and
Jolie
gasped as his mouth claimed it.
Cole
swirled his tongue around and around it until
Jolie
thought she would go mad. All of her being was centered between her thighs and on the tip of that one breast.
Cole
suckled her and she arched he
r back, crying ou
t as she trembled in his arms.

"
Cole
"

"Yes love?"

“
Make love to me.”

Her words were a husky demand.
Cole
slipped her breast back within the confines of her dress, planning on taking her upstairs that instant, but his body had other more p
ressing ideas. He was wild for her and wanted to prolong this sweet agony. He lowered his head to suckle both breasts through the taffeta bodice of her gown and she quivered, nipples straining to be free, her body aching to be satisfied.
Cole
bent her back
wards, squeezing her bottom, pressing his rock hard shaft against her belly.
Jolie
longed for the feel of it sliding inside her as his body pressed her down into the bed, thrusting,
seeking, taking what was his.

He reached up and pulled the pins from her
hair, running his fingers through the silken mass of curls, burying his face in its satiny waves, breathing in the sweet scent that was
Jolie
. His mouth found her neck and he trailed kisses up to her ear, gently suckling the lobe, teasing with his tongue,
growling with need. Finally he could take no more.
Cole
swept her into his arms and pressed his lips to hers. He needed her and it had to be now. He carried her through the ballroom and up the grand staircase kissing her and nibbli
ng her lovely lips as he
went.

Neither of them noticed Gregor who had concealed himself on the terrace to watch their little lovemaking session. He scowled in fury at the tenderness his boss was showing the little bitch. And now Celia was under lock and key as well. His cock thro
bbed with need and his hands fisted in anger. He had to get rid of
Cole
’
s little whore before she ruined everything. The boss was going soft because of her, and it would endanger their business. Perhaps he would steal her away and keep her for himself. He
had a hunting shack in the bayou where he could use the wench to his heart
’
s content. In the meantime he was going to
find a way to take sweet Celia.

Cole
stepped
into his chambers and kicked the door closed behind him. He laid
Jolie
on the bed and rolled
her onto her stomach. She tensed but only for an instant. This man would not hurt her.
Cole
began the task of unfastening the long row of buttons down her back. Once they were undone he opened the back wide and pushed it off her shoulders, lifting her at h
er waist so he could slide the dress off her body.
Cole
went to work divesting her of the absurd amount of petticoats she wore, then made work of the horrid hoop contraption keeping him from what he desired. Finally, his fingers went to work on the ties of
her drawers, silently vowing he would never have to divest her of so much clothing again. He smiled at the thought of forbidding her to wear underclothes. The idea of her moving about the house completely bare under her skirts, always ready for his delig
h
t, stirred fire in his blood. She would be scandalized at first, but
Cole
would make her overcome it.

He freed her from the rest of her clothing then held her there on her knees for a moment, bottom in the air. She was so lovely, so perfectly shaped. He ra
n his hands over her back then reached around to tease her nipples trailing teasing nips down her back until he reached her bottom. He reached between her thighs and slid a finger into her, finding her wet with honey and ready for his pleasure. Spreading
h
er thighs further he cupped her womanhood, denying her the feel of his fingers entering her. He just cupped her tight while one finger teased her nub. She pressed back against his ha
nd, needing more than he gave.

“
Cole
.”

“
Soon love.”

Cole
pulled away and b
egan to undress.
Jolie
sighed at the loss of contact. He sat on the bed and pulled off his boots, then he peeled off his breeches. His cock sprang forward as it was released, hard and ready to take his wife, but there was a lesson to be learned first.
Joli
e
had curled onto her side, watching him undress wit
h eyes full of unabashed lust.

“
Do you
want to please me little one?”

“
Yes
Cole
.”
She boldly reached forward and grasped his shaft, stro
king him like he
’
d taught her.

“
Will you do anything I ask you to, l
ove?”
Cole
casually reached out and tweaked a nipple, then ran his hand down and stroked her belly, teasing her by running his fingers in the silky patch of hair between her legs. She parted
her thighs but didn
’
t answer.

“
Will you,
Jolie
?”
He slowly slid a
finger between her netherlips, tickling,
teasing, building her passion.

“
Ye...yes
Cole
.”
Her eyes held a mixture of fear and desire. She wanted to please him, needed to please him, but everything was new to her
and hesitation still remained.

“
That
’
s my ki
tten. Kneel at my feet
and take me into your mouth.”

Jolie
started at his words, the languid passion disappeared from her stance as tension filled her body. Her luminous eyes filled with uncertainty as
she looked at her new husband.

“
I said get on your kn
ees before me little one and suckle my cock. Do it now.”
 

Eight
 

When
Jolie
didn
’
t move from her place on the bed,
Cole
’
s eyes flared with a spark of anger, but still, she didn
’
t know if she could do as he asked. He wanted her to use her mouth to pleas
ure him, but the thought filled her with both desire and disgust. She wanted to please
Cole
, to know she was making him feel as wonderful as he made her feel, but this request was so ... so crude, and the way Celia had described what Greg
or made her do was
disgusting.