Chapter 1 #2
“If they seize my horse I swear I’ll—” said Bonnie, before Molly shoved her breast back into his mouth.
She held the back of his head, directing his ministrations and keeping him quiet until he grew distracted by the many ways her flesh could be fluffed and bounced while her nipple stayed firmly between his lips.
“Sir, that horse is owned by a guest of mine and I’ll thank you to see that it is left exactly where it was tied up earlier this evening,” she said.
“Time for the next act,” murmured Bonnie, pulling away from her tit with a pop. “Lift your skirts.”
“Lift my?” she said, all amazement.
He reached for his cane, propped against the door and only staying upright for fear of earning a look of aristocratic disdain from its owner.
“Skirts up,” he whispered, “I promise you’ll enjoy this.”
“Madam,” said the loud voice from outside, “we have reason to believe that a gentleman of some consequence was visiting a bawdy house and now seeks to evade the law in your home.”
Bonnie removed the silver head of his cane and withdrew a glass vial.
“I hardly think gentlemen provoke the ire of the Night Watch for enjoying the favors of ladies of the night,” said Molly, thinking fast. “I am told that such women are essential to maintaining happy homes since they provide an outlet for randy men, or so my late husband said.”
“Well, Madam,” the voice on the other side of the door seemed to get quieter, “the man in question would have been engaged in unnatural acts.”
Bonnie, tired of her distraction, pressed the skirts of Molly’s dress into her hand, propped her right thigh on his shoulder, and dove face-first between her thighs.
“That’s a good girl, running around without those pesky drawers. I knew you’d leave them off,” he growled softly.
“How did you know I don’t wear drawers?” she asked Bonnie dazedly as he sucked on her clitoris.
“I observe,” he said, returning to his task with relish.
“I hardly think the gentleman we are discussing would engage in unnatural acts,” said Molly, her voice breathy as Bonnie did exactly that.
“We don’t mean to trouble a lady,” said the voice, “but we refer to unnatural acts with other men.”
Molly began to writhe against Bonnie’s face, thoroughly enjoying the way his tongue flicked against her sensitive bud.
“I can assure you that just this evening he has been enjoying my favors in this very shop,” she said.
“Am I ever,” murmured Bonnie from beneath her skirt.
“Madam, he has been engaging in sodomitical vices this very day,” said the Night Watchman.
At that moment, the purpose of the vial of liquid retrieved from Bonnie’s cane became clear when he slid an oiled finger into her arse.
“Oh!” she squealed, surprised at the intrusion.
“Yes, it’s very shocking, indeed,” said the Watch. “May we come in?”
Bonnie began pumping his finger while lavishing her cunt with his open mouth, licking and sucking with abandon until she bounced against the door in hopes of reaching orgasm.
“I’m afraid not, gentleman, for I am entertaining a guest and find that I am not attired for receiving visitors,” she said.
Bonnie used his other hand, this one still gloved, to slide the detached silver head of his cane into her needy cunt, which immediately clamped down on it. She was pinned against the door, speared in two holes, and facing the enthusiastic ministrations of his tongue on her throbbing clitoris.
She looked down at Bonnie, only the top of his head visible as he knelt at her feet and applied himself to making her come.
She shifted her hips to direct his tongue and lips to precisely the right spot, enjoying the erotic sight of opening further to him.
He moved closer to her body, grinding his cock against the one leg she was using to keep herself standing.
She used a hand to gently direct his head.
The feel of his clean, golden hair in her work-roughened hand as well as the sight of a spoiled aristocrat working the second day in his life to worship her cunt sent her breaking apart.
She knocked against the door as she spasmed around and on him, causing Bonnie to press into her cunt further to try to keep her upright.
“Oh,” she exhaled.
He looked up at her, his face wet from the juices of her pussy, and seemed to seek approval.
“You were so good,” she breathed. “Almost as if you like women.”
He paused. “Did I say that I don’t like women?”
“I suppose you didn’t,” she whispered. “I just thought that if you visited mollies—”
“Some of the men are more narrow in their tastes and prefer to only bed men, but I rather like a supper dance buffet of options,” he said, licking his lips.
“Well, that does make the favor I need to ask of you in return far less awful,” she said thoughtfully.
“Madam, we need you to open up now,” said the Watchman, reminding them that they were most decidedly not alone.
Bonnie sighed and got to his feet, grabbed his cane, and looped an arm around Molly’s waist. He drew her close.
“How do I look?” he asked.
“Like you’ve been licking my cunt,” she said. “Where’s your handkerchief?”
“Nevermind that,” he said, “it only adds to the story. I’ll unlatch the door, you just follow my lead.”
He lifted the latch on the great door that protected the shop from thieves when the shopkeeper’s family retired to their home on the floor above at night.
Immediately, Bonnie swooped in on Molly and began kissing her until she had no choice but to loop her arms around his neck to stay upright.
“What is this?” said a voice from the doorway.
They broke apart as if surprised by the intrusion.
“Sir, this is a private shop and we are closed for business,” said Molly.
“This is the man we seek for the crime of sodomy,” said the Watchman. “He’ll need to come with us.” The Watchman gestured to two other shifty-looking men looming nearby.
“This man? The man who has been comforting me all evening? I’m afraid you’ve been misinformed,” said Molly, feigning a laugh while actually terrified that one mistake would result in the loss of Bonnie’s life.
The Night Watchman turned to her. “You are recently a widow, are you not?”
“Aye,” she said, wary about the direction of the conversation.
“And you have no children?” he asked skeptically.
“My husband and I were not so blessed,” she said.
“Hmm,” said the Watchman, turning to look at the fine horse tied up outside before looking back at Molly’s disarranged bodice.
Molly broke away from Bonnie’s arms and trailed after the Watchman. “That’s not to say that my husband didn’t plant his seed in me before he died. I have every reason to suspect that his line will be continuing posthumously,” she said, cradling her flat stomach.
“Sir, I’ll thank you not to upset Mrs. Trenchard. She’s been grieving greatly, which can’t be good in her condition,” said Bonnie, placing his hand over her belly. “Casting aspersions upon her character by suggesting that a friend offering comfort is lascivious is uncalled for.”
“I hardly think grief is assuaged through a three-penny upright!” said the Watchman.
Bonnie rose to his full, considerable height. “I’ll thank you not to suggest that Mrs. Trenchard is engaged in the flesh trade,” he said with surprising menace. “Her name might be Molly, but she’s a skilled tailoress, the best in the city, and I will not hear such slander against her.”
The Watchman started.
“I’ll thank you to leave,” said Bonnie, opening the door with a stony expression.
“Know that I’ll be watching you, Lord Lascelles. And you, Molly Trenchard. Something about this story doesn’t add up, and a man condemned to the gallows doesn’t get to take his horse with him,” said the Watchman, eyeing Bonnie’s stallion covetously.
Bonnie closed the door firmly behind him, stepping aside so that Molly could set the locks.
He placed a trembling hand on her arm and moved his fingers as though to pet her goosepimpled skin.
“Thank you,” he said.
“It was exactly as serious as you made it out to be,” she said softly, in case the Watchman listened outside.
She collapsed back on the seat near the door, unable to keep her knees engaged. Bonnie followed her down.
“By the by, what was the favor you needed in return for your aid tonight?” he asked.
“I need you to put a baby in me,” she said. “Fast.”