Illicit Bliss Suzy B

Part of the Bliss series.

Chris / Lidia

Chris stood aside from the rest of his friends and watched. The other five men stood scattered throughout the crowd of townsfolk at the bottom of the church steps.

The ceremony had been short but innocently refreshing as befit JD and Casey. Chris watched as the townsfolk pelted the newlyweds with rice. His stance against the wall appeared casual and disinterested. Only those that knew him could see his constant supervision and observation of his town. A rare smile split his face as Maude caught Casey's bouquet.

"Who's funeral Cowboy?" a husky feminine voice spoke at his shoulder. Without turning his head he knew who had spoken. He remembered her often.

"Lydia." He tipped his hat to her as he turned to answer and to drink in the appearance of his favorite working girl.

"Wedding. JD and his girl are getting married."

"Same difference." She shrugged "Know where a girl can get a room?" she paused "And a drink?"

"There's room at the saloon. Though Mrs Travis will be fit to be tied if you're planning on trading from it."

"You still tied to Miss Muffet's apron strings cowboy." Lydia smiled.

Chris' smile faded at her continued jibes "Why aren't you in San Francisco Lydia?"

"Because I came back with a proposition for you Cowboy"

"That's mighty nice of you Lydia." He answered as he started to walk away. "But I'm not interested, in anything other than a working arrangement."

"I'll just have to take it to Fancypants then."

Chris turned and stalked back to face her. "If you have something to ask me, then ask me, don't think you can play us off against each other. It doesn't work like that here anymore."

"I'll be in a room at the saloon." Lydia smiled almost coyly as she walked past him, trailing her hand from chin to groin as she did "Come up and see me." She walked down the boardwalk away from him.

Hours later, after Casey and JD's wedding dinner at the Standish Tavern and their departure to their wedding night at the hotel, Chris left the festivities to find Lydia and pique his curiosity.

Knocking on the door that Inez had directed him to, he closed his fingers into a tight fist and knocked sharply.

"Come in." Lydia called.

Opening the door, he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.

Lydia sat on her bed, leaning against the headboard. Her arms outstretched, hands resting on the pillow, her legs stretched out in front of her and cross demurely belying her lack of clothing. She was clad only in a tightly laced low cut black corset and black silk and lace pantalets. Chris lifted a robe that lay across the back of a chair and flicked it towards her, watching as it landed across her legs.

"Get dressed Lydia." He spoke shortly.

"I don't think so Cowboy." She smiled pushing the robe of her legs with one dainty foot.

"What do you want lady?" He asked tersely.

Lydia climbed off the bed and walked to stand in front of him. She reached out one hand to press delicate fingers against his crotch, cupping him and rubbing him through his clothes.

"At the moment." She smiled feeling his body to respond to her touch. "Just you cowboy."

"Long way to travel for a quick roll." Chris spoke through clenched teeth, he wasn't about to deny the effect Lydia had on his body, or the fact that he wanted her like a fire in his blood, but he wasn't gonna be happy about it either.

"Not from you." She leaned up and pressed a kiss against his neck as her fingers struggled with the buttons of his pants.

"Really one customer's just like another." His voice sounded as a hiss as her fingers closed around his erection.

"Nope" she murmured "You're one of a kind Larabee." She murmured as she slid down his body. She trailed her tongue along his heated length "besides I don't work customers anymore." She closed her mouth and suckled him.

"Damn." Chris' knees buckled at the touch of her lips. His hands moved down to tangle in her hair, his lips caressing his heated length skillfully. Her tongue swirled across his flesh, her fingers caressed, her teeth scraped.

Chris sighed, he had obviously been too long without satisfaction, his knees weak, his fingers tangling in Lydia's shiny red curls. Lydia's hands grasping his hips, her mouth moving along his erection, the unexpected pleasure took him by surprise, minutes after her first touch Chris threw back his head groaning as he found his release.

Pressing her face against his hip she slowly buttoned his pants and slid back up the length of his body.

"Now that's out of your system," She smiled and pressed a kiss to his lips then moved to sit on the armchair in the corner of the room. "It's time to talk business Cowboy."

"I want to be your business partner." She stated as she turned to fold her legs gracefully over the arm of the chair.

"That's mighty nice." Chris rested his buttocks against the footboard, his feet crossed at the ankles "But I ain't looking for no partner."

"You will be." She smiled. "I'm going to open this little backwater's only first class brothel."

Chris looked at her tilted his head back and laughed. "Sure you are."

"I'm serious cowboy." She stated.

"I can see that." Chris nodded the spark of humor still glinting in his eyes. "But I ain't having no part of it."

"I think you will." She smiled and rose gracefully to her feet. "I need protection. And I want yours."

"Well, that's mighty nice but my protection ain't for sale." He watched as she walked towards him, her fingers trailing down the buttons of his shirt and stopping as they reached the buckle of his gun belt.

"I didn't say it was." She ran her fingers along the belt "I aim to give as good as you provide." She whispered.

"I don't follow." He frowned.

"You don't have to." She let her fingers trail over his crotch "I'm all yours Larabee, whenever, however, all you gotta do is be my back up. I'm bankrolling it. I'm managing it. All you gotta do is be there if I need you." She spoke letting her fingers not so gently massage the rapidly growing bulge under the black denim. Leaning up she kissed him soundly and walked away from him returning to her seat in the corner. "Now be a good boy and go and set up a meeting with Miss Priss for me?"

"Miss Priss?" he almost stammered. His head tilted in confusion. His body aflame for her touch, his mind confused by her almost indifference.

"It shouldn't be hard for you to find her." She stood and walked to the door opening it wide, obviously intending for him to leave "Just follow the apron strings cowboy."

"I aint your messenger boy Lydia." He stated, his eyes glinting angrily as he stalked past her.

"Didn't say you were." She paused and started to close the door behind him.

"Nine AM tomorrow in the saloon would be good for me." She closed the door behind him.

~~~~~

Chris stood outside the door that had been slammed in his face, his temper seething. She went out of her way to fire his temper and inflame his body, then pushed him out of the room like a hired hand. He lifted his hand his fingers curling into a tight fist to pound on the door, but as he swung his hand to meet the wood he pulled back. A feral gleam lit his eyes as he contemplated the fireworks that would eventuate in a meeting between the town's morality and the town's wanton lustiness. No, he'd do as she asked. Not because he was her whipping boy, but because it would amuse him to watch the outcome of her plans.

~~~~~~

At 8.45 the next morning Chris stood outside the bathhouse, his buttocks resting on the window frame as he waited for Lydia to emerge from her morning routine. He had deliberately not entered the establishment when she had, fully aware of where that would lead them. He had, however, stayed close enough to be able to torture himself. Listening to the water cascading over her body had sent an arrow of white-hot desire directly to his manhood. His normally comfortable pants suddenly far too tight and restrictive. He ached to step into the bathhouse and finish what she had started the night before. But he knew he wouldn't. Next time they met would be on his terms.

Lost in his thoughts, he was startled by Lydia's appearance at his side. Her gaze knowing, her eyes sliding directly to the bulge of his engorged manhood, a sultry smile crossed her lips.

"Would you like me to help you with that?" she asked, leaning forward to adjust the plunging neckline of her gown. That one movement revealed to him the milky white expanse of her adequate breasts bared almost to the nipple by the plunging décolletage of the gown.

"No thanks." He answered with a grunt and stood to walk alongside her towards the saloon.

"Where's Curly?" she asked scanning the street in front of them.

"Who?" Chris frowned pushing his hat back a little to look at her.

"You know, your shadow." She paused frustrated "Goldilocks in buckskin." She was growing more frustrated by the minute. "I thought you'd bring him or Stud along as cover, just in case I tried anything foolish?"

"Vin?" Chris frowned finally catching up with her conversation. Goldilocks, he chuckled to himself, that was priceless. "He's out on patrol." He replied but realized he was speaking to air as Lydia had already pushed through the batwing doors and was talking to Inez as she approached the bar.

"Dammit." He muttered and followed in her wake, tiring rapidly of nonchalant dismissal.

By the time Mary arrived, Lydia was seated at a table in the center of the room. A leather-bound book laid flat on the table, a small jar of ink in front of it, quickly writing in the course pages. A pot of hot coffee stood on the table in front of her. A cup half filled with the fragrant brew and a plate holding several warm buns sat to her side.

Chris sat at a table far enough away to give them privacy, yet close enough to hear their conversation. As Mary tentatively pushed the door open, he had to smile at Lydia's cunning. She had chosen for their meeting the one place that Mary was uncomfortable in town. Then to compound that discomfort, she waved almost offhandedly to the other woman to indicate her presence. Almost like a queen holding court. It was all he could do not to chuckle at the image.

"Lydia." Mary spoke as she walked toward the table.

"Mrs Travis." Lydia replied "Take a seat please."

Mary pulled out the chair and sank into it, her back stiff, her lips pressed into a thin unimpressed line.

For the first time Chris really evaluated the difference in the two women. Mary's icy blonde looks teemed with her prim dress secured with tiny pearl buttons to the base of her neck, made her appear untouchable. Lydia with her fiery hair and her emerald green gown cut so low it was almost imprudent, drew your eyes and almost willed you to touch the flesh revealed.

"You wished to meet with me?" she asked, her voice friendly but her eyes cold, fastened on the plunging neckline of Lydia's gown in disapproval.

"I want to inform you of my intentions." Lydia set the quill into the jar of ink and folded her lace-gloved hands in front of her.

"Your intentions?" Mary frowned, her head tilting in confusion.

"Yes Mary." Lydia nodded as if speaking to a child. "But first I want you to know that I am not seeking your approval, far from it." She spoke. "But being a respected businesswoman in this town I feel I owe you the courtesy of informing you of my intentions."

Mary's eyes narrowed "You're planning a whorehouse aren't you." She looked her up and down "It'd be the only thing you know." She spoke her voice low. "The town won't allow it."

"I told you already Mrs Travis." Lydia spoke calmly. "I'm not seeking approval, I already own the property and I will be opening my establishment. There is nothing in the town charter that my lawyer feels negates my rights."

"We'll see." Mary sat back in her chair smug in her own beliefs.

"You know Mary." Lydia spoke softly "I had hoped that we could become friends. I plan on being here for a very long time." She continued. "I'm not opening a dirty, disease ridden flea pit filled with children who don't know any better." She looked up at the icy blonde woman "It will be a friendly establishment, clean with girls who only work there because they love their work, not because they have to or are made to."

"A whorehouse will bring the wrong element to Four Corners Lydia." Mary stated.

"A Bordello will give the gentlemen in town a place to relieve their needs without impinging on the fair young ladies who may not welcome their advances." She paused "My girls won't be local, they'll be handpicked from the finest bordello's in San Francisco."

"And that makes it better?" Mary raised one finely arched brow.

"I guess not in your eyes." Lydia shrugged.

"Look at it from a business sense." She continued "It will bring money to town, money to help the town flourish."

Mary sat and considered it for a long moment and finally looked up at Lydia "I can't say that I'm happy about it." She spoke "But I won't oppose you unless you threaten the good name of the town."

Lydia leaned forward and murmured something. Too softly for Chris to hear, but Mary's response puzzled him. She looked toward Inez at the bar and shook her head quickly

"That won't be a problem." She answered.

Lydia looked across at the bar and smiled knowingly "Never would have guessed." She chuckled. "I'll have some paperwork to discuss with you later, I wish to advertise in your paper."

"I'll have a sheet of advertising rates ready for you." Mary nodded tightly. "I mean it Lydia." She spoke harshly "If you besmirch my town I will fight you." Then turned on her heel and walked out.

Standing Lydia stood and walked out of the saloon stopping at the door long enough to turn to Chris.

"Coming Cowboy." She smiled.

"Damn it Lydia." He cussed at her, slightly amused by her expectations "Why don't you get yourself a dog." But he still stood and followed her onto the boardwalk.

Walking down main street, Lydia nodded to various people, some turned away scandalized by the provocatively dressed woman, others watched with hungry eyes.

Chris lifted a hand in greeting as he noticed JD walking out of the hotel doorway, a glowing Casey on his arm, a buggy waiting for them on the street.

"Morning Chris." He spoke as he stepped closer to shake his leader's hand.

"Morning JD, Mrs Dunne." He added and tipped his hat to Casey who blushed furiously and stammered a greeting.

"Cute Kids." Lydia stated as they continued their journey, stopping in front of a building that had long been vacant. It had been intended as a hotel but the builder had gone bust before it had opened. Lydia took a key from between her breasts and turned it in the lock.

Stepping into the room she reached out with a primly lace gloved hand and pulled Chris into the room after her. Catching him by surprise, she pressed him against the back of the door and kissed him long and hard, her fingers trailing all over his body before she pulled away.

"Damn Miss Priss gets me hot under the collar." She murmured against his chest.

"Then I would suggest you stopped baiting her." Chris answered dipping his head to catch her lips again.

Lydia ducked out of his reach and walked to the center of the room, her arms spread wide.

"What do you think of your new home Cowboy?"

"Excuse me?" Chris asked confused by the sudden topic change.

"Well if you're my partner I need you close by 24/7. The top floor will be our suite." She watched him carefully as she spoke.

"Our suite?" He stated, his lips compressing into a thin line.

"Get over yourself cowboy." She walked past him pressing a quick kiss on the side of his neck as she stepped out of the room and back into the sunlight.

"It's not like I proposed." And walked away down the boardwalk.

Chris only realized she had gone when he turned to vent at her and she was not there. He followed her, long strides eating up the distance she had already traversed quickly.

"So when do I start being kept?" He almost hissed at her as he measured his stride to stay at her side.

"What the hell are you talking about Cowboy?" she turned on him.

"You heard me." He hissed through clenched teeth.

"When you get over yourself Cowboy," She spoke her tone measured and furious, "You know where to find me." She took a deep breath obviously trying to rein in her temper. "Until then I'll be hiring my employees, my bordello is opening next week, whether you're my partner or not." She turned on her heel and stalked away. Only to stop a few feet away "You know, I could open this anywhere Chris." She stated softly. "I came back here for you. Can't you just be happy I did."

She turned and walked away, moving faster the closer she got to the saloon.

Chris sighed deeply, taking his hat off he wiped the sweat from his brow and swore softly to himself.

"You get that pretty little filly all riled up?" Buck asked walking up beside him, leading his horse behind him.

"Yeah." Chris stated "Damned if I know how?"

"Ladies don't ever get over it if you leave'm to stew." Buck stated matter-of-factly "You'd better go clear the air before it's too late." He nodded sagely "Take it from someone who knows."

Chris walked towards the saloon, forgetting to even acknowledge Buck's presence as he stalked away. Buck shook his head chuckling, wondering just how deep Miss Lydia had hooked the black clad gunman.

~~~~~~

Chris pounded hard on Lydia's door. He'd been pounding hard enough for long enough now for the dead to know he was there.

"Lydia, I know you're in there." He pounded his fist against the door again. "Please Lydia let me in."

He was unprepared. The door swung open, Lydia's face a mask of barely contained fury, her eyes red rimmed.

"What do you want?" she growled at him.

"To talk." He stated simply. "Can I come in?"

Lydia didn't answer, just turned and walked to the window on the other side of the room.

Chris followed closing the door behind him. He walked to within arms reach of her and stopped.

"I'm sorry.' He stated simply.

"No you're not.' She shook her head firmly without turning. "Besides it doesn't matter."

"It does." He answered. "And I truly am sorry."

"I thought you understood." She whispered softly, so softly that he had to lean forward to hear her.

"You surprised me that's all." He answered with a shrug.

"You don't know what it's like Chris." She spoke. "You have to be hard to survive. I don't know any other way." He watched her shoulders tremble as she spoke.

"Turn around Lydia and talk to me."

Lydia turned to look at him, silent tears streaming down her cheeks.

"You just don't understand." She shook her head. "I made a mistake coming here. I'll leave in the morning."

"Lydia." He grasped her by the shoulders "You're right. I don't know. But can you blame me? All you've done since you got back is treat me like the messenger boy." He pushed her back to sit in the armchair. "Sit down and tell me."

He sat on the edge of the bed in front of her. Lydia reached out one trembling hand and cupped his face.

"You could never understand." She whispered. "You are all special. Fancypants, Goldilocks, Stud, every last one of you. But especially you." She inhaled deeply.

"When you saved us from Wickes we all saw that. You didn't treat us like dirt. You all treated us like we mattered. You didn't use us the same way other men do. We were more than a momentary satisfaction to you. I know we were just cheap, dirty whores, but you made us feel like ladies. None of us ever forgot that." She continued. "When we got to San Francisco we used the money we had to find ourselves a good place."

Chris listened to her speak, "I worked hard, cowboy. I saved every penny, because I knew exactly what I wanted."

"What was that?" he asked.

"I wanted my own place. A place that my girls can feel safe working in. But most of all I wanted to come back to the man who always treated me like a lady. The man who showed me that I do have a heart that's breakable."

Chris looked up at her his face impassive but his mind awhirl. "Me?"

"You." She nodded. "I've had a lot of men Chris. I could never deny it. I'm good at what I do. But if you'll have me," she spoke softly, her eyes downcast "You'll be the only man I ever have again."

Chris was silent for long seconds. Lydia drew a deep breath and stood, the only reflection of her turmoil her tightly clenched hands.

"Like I said cowboy." She paused her voice tight. "I'll be gone in the morning."

Chris stood, facing her. The brief glimpse she had allowed him of fragile Lydia was already dissipating.

"Damn you're irritating." He ground out through clenched teeth. "At least give a man a chance to think of an apology." A slow easy smile crinkled his eyes. 'Why didn't you just tell me all this at the start?"

Lydia sighed in frustration "Damnit Chris." She growled "I told you, I'm a hard bitch."

Chris nodded. "Don't want you to change." He asked "Just give me a heads up every so often."

"So you'll consider my proposal?" Lydia smiled.

"On two conditions," he answered solemnly.

"What would they be cowboy?" her eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"You promise me that hard assed attitude of yours doesn't get you into trouble before you ask for help."

"Can't do that." She shook her head. "But I can promise to try."

"All I can ask." He shrugged "And just sometimes do you think you could see clear to at least pretending that I'm the boss?"

She grinned at that. "Sure Cowboy."

"Are we good?" Chris asked quizzically.

Lydia looked long and hard at him, then nodded quickly.

"I need to go on a prisoner transfer." He stated. "Will you be alright alone here for a few days?"

She crossed her arms across her chest and almost grunted in disapproval.

"I'm a big girl cowboy. I've run a bordello and kept a dozen girls safe and me. I think I can handle a few days without a big strong gunslinger protecting me."

~~~~

It had taken four long days for Buck, Ezra and himself to transport their two prisoners to Grant's Pass and then return. They had made good time but he was restless. Normally he wanted nothing more than to be on the trail, not cloistered in the restrictive confines of town. This time, however, his thoughts were constantly drawn back to town. He had endured four days of Buck's good-natured ribbing. Ezra knew when to leave well enough alone and had spent a good part of the trip in a similar thoughtful silence to him. But Buck never could leave well enough alone. He knew exactly what was causing his restlessness and wasn't afraid to jest him with it.

Now as they finally rode back through the outskirts of town. He lifted his head and surveyed his town. A slow salacious smile spread across his face as he noticed the reason for his restlessness on the boardwalk. She stood outside her new bordello, today dressed in a deep purple dress of shimmering fabric that accented the glossy highlights in her unbound hair, talking to Buck's wife Millie.

"If you gentlemen would prefer to cease your journey here in the presence of your concubine's I would gladly assist your equine companions toward the livery." Ezra stated realizing the attention of his two companions was now drawn to the women in their lives.

"Well dang, Ezra I thought you'd never ask." Buck laughed as he almost vaulted off the horses back and sprinted in his long legged lope to spin Millie off her feet and into his arms.

"Thanks Ezra." Chris dismounted and flipped a silver coin to the gambler, "Ask Tiny if he'll groom them for us?"

"I had already intended to." Ezra nodded. "Enjoy yourself." He smiled, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Chris frowned at Ezra's sad smile but all thoughts of a question were erased as Lydia's hand slid down his dusty back.

"Welcome back Cowboy." She whispered in the husky voice that curled his toes. The feel of her breath on his ear and the sultry promise in her voice shot an arrow of pure lust directly to his groin. "Want a bath?"

"I am dusty.' He answered turning them both toward the boardwalk, trying desperately to keep control.

Once on the boardwalk, Lydia clapped her hands twice and the young woman who was standing just inside the door watching immediately left her post to whereabouts unknown.

"I'm sure you two will excuse us, but we have somewhere else we need to be." Chris ground out to Buck as he watched his friend lean down and kiss his glowing young bride on the side of the neck.

"Forgive him Millie." Lydia smiled at her new friend, "He has a one track mind."

"I understand Lyd," Millie laughed elbowing Buck in the ribs "So does this one."

Lydia stepped out of Chris' grasp and hugged her new friend, placed a chaste kiss on Buck's stubbly cheek and took Chris by the hand.

"Come on Cowboy." She murmured pulling him after her.

She led him up the stairs to the third floor, and opening the door she led him inside.

A large four poster bed held pride of place in the center of the room, hung with rich blue silk curtaining, the bed itself covered with shiny black satin. On a rug closer to the windows sat a bathtub filled with steaming water.

Lydia turned toward him and started unbuttoning his dust-encrusted shirt. Unbuttoned she pushed it down his arms to drop in a heap around his feet. Pushing him back to sit in the plush armchair under the window. She stood just out of arms reach and slowing unbuttoned her own gown. She could see the lust in Chris' eyes as she slipped the gown down her body, stepping out of it she tossed it over the top of the dressing screen that stood in the opposite corner. Turning back, clad in an almost transparent white corset, the pink tips of her nipples peeking over its low cut top. The matching pantalettes did little to hide her charms from the man devouring her with his eyes.

Leaning forward, she quickly unlaced her boots and stepped from them, kicking them away from the chair, sidestepping Chris' hands as he grabbed at her.

"Not yet Cowboy." She admonished as she turned away from him, her buttocks at face level she straddled his lap and lifted one leg, pulling his boot from his foot.

Chris watched the delectable view in front of him for mere moments before he reached out and caressed her buttocks. Unable to restrain himself he let one hand trail down her leg, his fingertips caressing the inside of her thigh as his hand continued it's journey. He could feel Lydia's resolve almost crumble as his rough work hardened fingers brushed against the delicate core of her sensuality. His fingers brushed back and forth, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. She shakily lifted his other leg, her own legs trembling as she struggled to maintain control while he stroked her so intimately. The second boot gone, she stood and turned towards him.

"Patience." She admonished.

She smiled as she extended a hand to him.

Pulling him up out of the chair she rubbed herself against him. Her hands moving to his gunbelt she unbuckled it quickly and dropped it to the chair behind him.

Realizing it was her turn to drive him insane, she reached around him and cupped his buttocks in firm hands, kneading the taut flesh as she ground herself against the heat of his arousal. Her teeth nipping gently at his tiny hard male nipples, her tongue laving the delicate peaks as she did.

Moving her hands around his body she allowed herself a moments distraction, rubbing the length of his confined arousal quickly before she returned to the task at hand. Slowly she unbuttoned his pants. As more flesh was revealed she dipped her hand inside the fabric and stroked first the hair and then the flesh that was revealed.

When his pants were completely open she pulled away from him, her hands on the top of the dusty heavy denim and pushed them down his hips. When they reached his calves she looked up at him urging him to step out of the restrictive clothing.

When he stood before her naked, she knelt in front of him and touched his arousal with her lips. Pressing a soft kiss against his weeping tip, she swirled her tongue across the sensitive glans before standing in front of him.

"Bath time Cowboy." She murmured against his lips.

"Bath can wait." He growled pulling her into his arms.

"No." she stated firmly. "You're not gonna dirty up my new sheets with all that dust." She shook her head and pulled out of his grasp.

He walked the short steps to the bath and stepped into the tub. Sinking into the warm water, he leaned back against the back of the tub closely his eyes briefly. He ached to close his arousal in his callused hand and relief the intense pressure Lydia had induced, but he wouldn't. He'd wait to see what she planned.

Lydia knelt by the side of the tub, a cake of softly scented soap in her hand. Reaching into the tub she wet the soap and rubbed it over his entire body, lathering him richly. Her fingers rubbed the soap into every inch of his skin, except for where he wanted her touch the most.

As her fingers massaged his chest, his shoulders, the taut firm skin of his belly, she rinsed the lather from his skin. Perspiration beaded on his brow as he struggled to keep control of his traitorous body.

"For God's sake Lydia." He moaned through gritted teeth "Please touch me."

"Why didn't you say so sooner cowboy." She whispered against his ear, her hand sinking under the waterline. Rubbing the silky bar of soap along his heated length she trailed it lower, caressing and lathering his delicate sac as she did.

Dropping the soap into the bottom of the tub, her fingers caressed him, teased him, toyed with him until she could wait no longer. She closed her hand around him and stroked him quickly under the water. His head thrown back against the back of the tub, his eyes closed, his mouth open, he arched into her touch. His hips thrust up into her every stroke. Her thumb flicked back and forth across his tip as she stroked, feeling his control unraveling. His hands gripped the side of the tub, a low sharp moan squeezed from his lips as his orgasm tore through his being. His hips arching up into her touch as he found his release in her delicate fingers.

Taking a moment to catch his breath, he turned his head to watch her through heavy lidded eyes. She had lifted a soft wash cloth and was smoothing the lather from his body, the gently abrasive cloth passing across his sac and his spent manhood as she washed him.

The transparent fabric of her corset clung to her like a second skin as the water he had slopped over the sides in his ardor had soaked it. The deep pink tips of her nipples were hard peaks under the delicate fabric. Reaching forward with one hand he touched one peak and smiled at her indrawn breath.

"I think it's my turn now don't you?" he spoke softly.

"If you say so Cowboy." She answered, rising she untied the lacing at her waist and quickly pushed the fabric of her corset aside. Pushing the top of her pantalettes down it was mere seconds before she stood in front of him naked.

His eyes drank in the site of her perfect body hungrily before he stood. Reaching out a hand to her, he watched her step into the tub as he stepped out. Lifting the soap out of the bottom of the tub, he urged her to sit in the warm soapy water before he knelt at her side.

Drawing the soap slowly over her skin, he traced teasing circles of lather across her breasts and belly, he lifted her arms from the side of the tub and lathered the pale skin. Lifting one leg he lathered it then its mate, before he turned back to her.

Leaning into the tub, he closed his mouth over hers and kissed her long and slowly. All the while his hands lathering lower across her belly. As his fingers reached her curls she pulled away from his mouth, her hands caught the sides of his face as she pulled him closer.

"Please Chris." She murmured "Please." Her mouth met his again in a drugging punishing kiss.

He needed no further urging, toying with her curls his fingers slid across her. Delving between her slick folds he caressed her softly, two fingers dipping in and out of her body, before his thumb found the little nubbin he sought. Rubbing it almost roughly with his callused thumb he was rewarded with a scream of pleasure. Her body arched out of the water, her hands fastened to his shoulders as she climaxed around his fingers.

Before she had time to relax he reached into the water and scooped her up into his arms. Remembering her earlier admonitions about her sheets he set her on her feet long enough only to wrap her in a fluffy towel before he walked over the bed and placed her in the center.

Looking carefully at the huge bed, a feral smile tightened his mouth as he moved onto the bed. Straddling Lydia he leaned down to kiss her softly. Her fingers lifted to twist in his hair and stroke his back as they kissed. Catching one hand in his own he knelt over her, kissing the palm of her hand as he did. Leaning forward in one fluid movement he flicked the silken curtain up and wrapped it around Lydia's delicate wrist. She frowned, momentarily confused merely watching as he secured her other wrist in a similar fashion to the other corner of their bed.

Both of them knew that she could easily escape the bonds he had placed her in. Just as both of them knew that she wouldn't. He lowered his head and placed a string of wet openmouthed kisses down the length of her neck, pausing only as he reached the tip of one peaked nipple. He stopped long enough to catch her nipple with his teeth and abrade it gently, his tongue swirling soothingly in the wake of his teeth.

Her mewling whimpers caused him to pause in his attentions. His eyes meeting hers as his fingers toyed with her nipples.

"Payback's a bitch isn't it Sweetheart." He whispered softly before returning his mouth to its tortuous journey. Her incoherent response bringing a chuckle against her belly from his hungry lips.

His lips traveled lower and as his tongue found the nest of curls at the juncture of her thighs her legs fell open for him. Her hips arched towards his mouth, and his own body clamored for similar attention.

Kneeling between her legs, he reached out with one hand and touched her slick center. He watched her, her head tossing restlessly on the pillows, her hands clasping the curtains that bound her. Nodding to himself he leaned forward and trailed his tongue up the inside of her thighs. Over and over again he licked the soft skin until he himself could wait no longer. He licked one long slow stroke from her knee not stopping until his tongue slid along the slick folds of her womanly center.

Her back arched off the bed as she let out a low keening wail. Her legs closed around his head as she tried to pull him deeper. His tongue plunged in and out of her. Dividing its attentions between plunging into her and flicking across the little nubbin. Her hips ground up into him, her feet drummed on his back. His fingers joined the assault on her sanity and slid inside her silken depths as she struggled to retain any control. All hope of control was lost as his teeth closed on her nubbin and shook gently, pulling all control from her. She screamed, her body arching off the bed as he captured her release with his tongue.

Sliding back up her body, he gently laid above her, his hands untangling her hands. His own feverishly aroused body nudging against hers as he held his weight off her with his elbows. His hands cupped her head and turned her to face him, not understanding the tears on her lashes.

"What's wrong Lydia?" he murmured stringing kisses across her face and neck.

"No-one." She paused almost embarrassed " No-one has ever done that for me before." She whispered cupping his face and kissing him deeply.

"They have now." He smiled, relieved he hadn't hurt her.

Lydia reached between them, her soft hands stroking his hardness as he lay above her. He batted her hand away and let his body rub against her. Expelling a sharp gasp as his tip rubbed against the hard little knot of her pleasure.

Exerting strength he hadn't realized she had, she pushed against him and flipped him onto his back, her hips straddling his, her knees pressed against his slender hips as she slowly lowered herself onto his swollen manhood.

She pressed her hands against his chest, her fingers absently flicking at his nipples as she rested there growing accustomed to his entry. Mere seconds later, she began to undulate against him, her knees gripping his hips as she rocked in a rhythm only they could feel.

Trapped between wanting the pleasure he knew was theirs for the taking and perpetuating this mind numbing arousal, Chris arched up into her. His hands gravitated between holding her hips to grind up into her welcoming depths and cupping her swinging breasts as they hung in front of his face, bouncing with her posting rhythm.

Watching the pleasure on her face was his undoing. He watched her closely, her head thrown back, her mouth open whimpering in pleasure, her skin flushed rosy, her eyes closed. He knew how to help her from the intensely pleasurable misery she was trapped him. His fingers touching them where they joined it took mere strokes of his fingers against her nub to send her spiraling into the abyss of absolute bliss.

Her knees clamped onto his hips as she screamed and ground down onto him. That was all it too k to push him over the brink and following her into their own illicit oblivion. He arched up into one final deep hard thrust as his body exploded within hers.

Desperately trying to catch his breath, he pulled her down into his arms and rolled onto his side. Twining his legs with hers he cradled her as she struggled to breathe normally again.

"You just might be the death of me." He stated when he felt he could speak again.

"Why's that Cowboy?" she smiled at him lethargically, her fingers twining in the sparse hair on his chest.

"Dammit!" he growled "Why do you do that?" he pulled back to look into her face.

"Do what?" she asked innocently.

"Call me Cowboy." He stated.

"Get's your attention don't it?" she smiled leaning up to kiss him. "'Sides." She whispered "I know it gets you all riled up, and I like you riled."

Chris threw back his head and laughed. Not many people would have the wherewithal to deliberately get him all riled up. Somehow it didn't surprise him that the woman in his arms would deliberately make a habit of it.

He watched her as she snuggled against him, her drowsy eyes closing as she slowly drifted to sleep against his chest. Closing his arms tighter around her he let his chin rest against the top of her head and followed her into slumber.

FINI

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