Napoleon's Gift (19 page)

He watched me for several moments,
then frowned, just before he spoke.

“Hum.” He
queried as he sat down on the bed, and I recognized for certain that his eyes hand altered. They appeared a darker blue, even in the dim candle light. He suddenly stood frowning forebodingly, and I receded as he drew even nearer to me. I only paused when I felt the door at my back.

I looked up at him stunned.

“And ye reason…to ply yer services elsewhere?”He ridiculed.

“No, have you gone mad!
I am not this person!” I cried out as his hand meandered out to seize me, he lifted me, then slammed us into the door.

“Benjamin, what has come upon you?”
I wailed, he jerked away from me, then walked to the other side of the room running his fingers through his hair frowning

“Ye!
For what seems like an eternity now!” He jeered, then walked back to me.

“Please accept this! It is not meant to be!” I yelled, turned for the door, when he caught me, and we both slammed into the door again. I struggled for breath as he pinned me there.

“Ye want me to just permit this Ginny? As if I have no influence in the matter?” He growled as he picked me up, heaved me into the door again, my plats falling forward from the force of it.

I was a bit lightheaded.

“Yes! No! I am perplexed! Yet, it was not my intent to hurt you, as you did me! However, you are physically injuring me now Benjamin! What is the trouble with you?” I screamed as he pinned my arms above my head.

“
Then,
alors au moins faire votre travail, parce que c'est ce que j’ai payé.
” Then at least do yer job, because that is what I paid for. He countered, and it was as if someone had struck me in the face.

I nodded
as he placed me on my feet, stripped off the dressing gown and cast it on the bed. He frowned as I propelled him backwards to the bed, then straddled him.

“Is this not what you w
ish? The true harlot?”I spat, and he gave me an ominous grin.

“Yes!” He hissed,
roughly wrenched on the chemise, and I blinked back the tears as I heard the fabric cleave.

He turned us, so that now he was above me
, as he kissed me.

It was like no kiss he had ever given me.

He bit my neck, and I cried out as he opened my legs with his knees brusquely.

“Ye are slaying me! Now and then!” He swore harshly.

“It is equal!” I
returned, blinking back the tears, and he frowned.

“Then do
not perjure yerself to me. I can distinguish the disparity, and ye do.”

“I do not!” I
screamed, as he jerked me forward, then kissed me deeply again.

“We both know
ye do. Acknowledge it.”He countered callously, and I cried out as he pinned me to the bed, grasping both wrists.

I loved the smell of him
, regardless of his cruelty.

He smelled like a fresh crisp autumn day, ginger, and some kind of woodsy aftershave. I felt the heat rise in me, as he looked down at me. Before I could say anything, he pulled me onto his lap. I sucked the skin in the curve of his neck into my mouth, and he gasped.

  “God yes! I need this, need ye! Say ye do Geneviève.” He moaned, then jerked me backwards so that he could look at my face. Before I could respond, he got up and tore off his clothes. He pulled me into his lap completely, and as he rocked my hips, I screamed.

*

Benjamin knew he need this,
needed her badly, and propriety be damned
, he thought as put her back on the bed and turned her. He was mad with want of her, she sung through his blood, and the very thought of another man touching her like this, made him want to cause someone bodily injury!

He pushed her backwards, his lips going straight for her breast. As he slid his hand up her thighs, he found she was already wet
for him. He caressed her, and she moaned his name as he began to roll his fingers. He drew her nipple into his mouth, then cupped her breast sucking on it until it was stiff. She moaned his name again. He needed to be inside her, and now. He tugged the chemise completely over her head, pulled her to him, positioned himself above her, his head dipping as he sucked the skin in the curve of her neck into his mouth and she screamed as he slammed his hips forward.

*

         The scream left my throat as he took my nipple into his warm mouth, and his hand found its way to my thighs. He kissed my face, my eyelids, my cheeks, my brow, then came back to my lips. He drew back, then left my lips to kiss his way down my body. My breath caught as his tongue reached out and sucked me into his mouth, and I moaned deeper at the feel of his wonderful wet, warm mouth.

       His other hand came
up; he took my nipple between his forefinger and thumb, gently brushing against it. He was suddenly above me, pushed at my knees with his, and as I looked up he pushed forward filling every inch of me. He brought my hips up, pulled himself out, so only the tip was inside me, then bent to take my nipple into his mouth again and I cried out, as he slammed his hips forward.

        “
Vous ne pouvez pas le nier cette mon amour
.” Ye cannot deny this my love. He whispered harshly. “
Vous m’aimez, et vous savez que c'est vrai, dire. J'ai besoin de l’entendre
.” Ye love me, and ye know this is true, say it, I need to hear it. He hissed as he began to move sideways and I screamed.

        “
Oui ... oui ... tu sais que je t'aime. Mais cela ne veut pas faire de ce droit.
” Yes…yes…you know I do, but that does not make it right! I screamed, and he brought me up to a sitting position. I was on his lap again. I smoothed the hair from his eyes, then kissed him deeply.

      He pulled me
forward; I gasped as he hit something deep inside me, then began to rock my hips faster and faster. I could feel it building, higher and higher.

       As he jerked my hips faster, the screams began to leave me in a chant. I screamed his name as he continued
, and I rode him and the orgasm.

I frowned.

I had not meant to be this way with him. 

This was given over to too many emotions.

What was I to do now?

Just one touch from him, and I
ceased to think straight.

      He looked down on me, and I turned my face away from him. He put his finger under my chin, turned my face back, then brushed the tears away with his thumb.

“
Tu ne vois pas que je t'aime Geneviève
?” Can ye not see that I love ye Geneviève? He whispered, and I looked into his eyes then.

What he just said was shinning bright, but I knew this could never be; he
had hurt me too much.

We were from two
worldly different classes.

His eyes seemed to darken, and I closed mine to turn away from them.

Those beautiful blue eyes of his.

Those eyes were my very downfall, from the first day I looked into them many years ago, he had taken me.

I could not help the sob; he sat up, pulled me into his lap wrapping his arms around me and held me while I cried.

     When my tears were spent
, he brought me to my feet, and we both re-dressed. I looked towards the window, and saw the first shards of light.

He tugged me to him, kissed me deeply, and I left the circle of his arms and rushed from the room.

Benjamin stood there for several moments frowning.

He had acted like a complete cad.

How would she ever forgive him now?

However, the very thought that she would prefer someone else
’s touch than his, had infuriated him.

She loved him
though
, he thought smiling now.

Although in French, she
had said it, and he would hold her to it no matter what!

His frown deepened as he descended the stairs and
observed Madame Soleil.

“
Mme
Basile’s contract has been terminated with Madame.” He stated, and she frowned.

“And who shall repay my expenses, for the last month where she is concerned?” She hissed, and he frowned.

Benjamin was quite knowledgeable on the facts of prostitution. He and Bartholomew had helped to bring the deplorable conditions to Parliament. It was because of Bartholomew’s obsession with Bordellos, that he was even made aware of what truly went on. However, thank God, although obsessed, Bartholomew rarely frequented them.

During the
Middle Ages, prostitution was commonly found in urban contexts. Although the Roman Catholic Church regarded all forms of sexual activity outside of marriage as sinful, prostitution was tolerated because it was held to prevent the greater evils of rape, sodomy, and masturbation.

Augustine of Hippo held that:
“If you expel prostitution from society, you will unsettle everything on account of lusts”
. The general tolerance of prostitution was for the most part reluctant, and many canonists urged prostitutes to reform.

By the end of the 15th century, attitudes hardened against prostitution. An outbreak of syphilis in Naples 1494, which later swept across Europe, and which may have originated from the
Columbian Exchange
and the prevalence of other sexually transmitted diseases from the earlier 16th century may have been the cause for this change in attitude.

With the advent of the Protestant Reformation, numbers of Southern German towns closed their brothels in an attempt to eradicate prostitution. In some periods prostitutes had to distinguish themselves by particular signs, sometimes wearing very short hair or no hair at all, or wearing veils in societies where other women did not wear them. Ancient codes regulated in this case the crime of a prostitute that dissimulated her profession. In some cultures, prostitutes were the sole women allowed to sing in public or act in theatrical performances.

Benjamin knew even now, presumably in Venice, prostitutes started using penis sheaths, made with catgut or cow bowel.  However, this was something far removed from the Americas unless ye were an aristocrat. With Madame’s clientele, he was not surprised that she had acquired them.

“I will, ye may as well tally the entire bill and send it to me. As of this moment, she no longer works for ye.” He commanded frowning.

“And what is it that I shall tell her?” Madame demanded, and he gave her a look.

“
Tell her that she is terminated, there is nothing further that ye need say.” He stated, then took his leave.

***

Madame frowned, then motioned for Monique to fill her glass.

She would not be outdone in this way!

Once again, Marié’s little bitch found favor!

When will it end?
She thought, her frown deepening.

She was always made to feel second to those holier than thou Basile’s.

She would have her justice!

She hissed to herself as
Geneviève came down the stairs.

“
Vous êtes congédié, j'ai déchiré votre contrat
.” You are terminated; I tore up your contract. She spat with such contempt, I was taken by surprise as I gasped.

“
Mais pourquoi
?” But why I cried, then frowned.

Why on earth would I care, this was a gift horse.

“
Vous n'êtes pas digne de cet établissement, sinon Pourquoi
.” You are not worthy of my establishment, why else, she sneered, and I nodded.

Th
at was fine by me; in fact, I would be thanking the merciful lord.

I nodded curtly, then exited the establishment.

Madame looked up frowning as
Monsieur Marrow
walked towards her.

“How many times has she been here?”
He hissed, and Madame looked up at him.

“As of moments ago, she was an employee of mine.” She purred, and he snatched her forward.

“Ye lie!” He spat, and she shook her head.

“I do not. Although, she has only serviced one caller since she has been here.”

“Who?” Mr. Charles demanded, and she smiled.

“
Monsieur Waverly,
she has been his bitch
.
” She stated, he gasped, then frowned.

“For how long now?”

“Over a month.” Madame smiled, he nodded.

“And has he paid for the duration of
her services and the tally?” Charles asked, she frowned, then shook her head.

“
Non
, I am to tally it and send the bill.” Madame replied, and he nodded grinning evilly.