15. St. Erth
Ihad very little interest in what the servants had done with the money I had sent ahead for the house, but it was a bit amusing to see Catherine’s eyes widen at the beautiful confines of her prison.
Because that’s what Rosewood Manor is for her.
The Wendovers had done such a shit job maintaining the land and house that it was an act of revenge to hear the grumbling from the village about how the Wendovers had wrung every bit of money they could from the land and left it dried and barren, then put my own money into it.
Just another way no one will mourn Lord Philip when he dies.
I led Catherine into the drawing room. It looked out onto the lawn, now dark and shadowed with night.
“Play something for me,” I ordered, sitting down on one of the couches.
She looked startled. “Why?”
“Because I told you to,” I said, leaning back and stretching my legs in front of me.
My pose was lazy, but I wanted to see if Catherine would obey.
She glanced over at me. There was only a touch of pink on her cheeks that indicated she had tramped miles in the muck and dirt this afternoon.
For a moment she hesitated, looking at me.
My hand itched to spank her ass again, flip her over my knee and watch the marks my hands made on her skin.
But she turned and sat down at the piano.
“You don’t need sheet music?” I asked when she began to play.
“I don’t need sheet music,” she said, not stopping as the music began to flow from the instrument.
I watched with growing heat as her small delicate fingers flew over the keys. She had clever fingers. They felt amazing on my cock and now they moved easily over the piano.
There was something almost hypnotic about the way she played, the way her arms pulled at her soft cranberry-colored gown, the ribbon on her back cinched high and tight with a big bow.
“Keep playing,” I said.
I got up and stood behind her. I could tell she was nervous to have me there, but she obeyed, her fingers only faltering a little over the keys.
With one hand, I reached out to hold one of her silky auburn curls. Passing it between my fingers, I felt my cock start to harden. Catherine smelled sweet, like sunshine on skin and a light floral scent, like she’d brushed by the roses outside.
With my other hand, I took my cock out of my breeches, stroking it with long, even strokes as Catherine played.
The music seemed to sing in my blood, and I pulled another curl from her updo, my fingers brushing against her neck.
Tonight I was going to put a baby in my wife, but right now I couldn’t stop.
I stroked myself slowly, then with increasing speed as her playing sent lust rushing through my body, her elegant, sure movements impossibly desirable.
As I saw the goosebumps break out on her elegant neck, I released into the folds of her perfect satin bow, my cum coating the back of her dress and collecting in the little hollow between the ribbon and her body.
I had to bite my fist so I didn’t make a noise, so Catherine would play on, and I only pulled my fist away when I was finished.
Then I dropped the curls lightly against her back and left the room.