Red Cloak of Abandon (6 page)

return. Suddenly there was a resounding bong sound down the hallway

from her and Affinity started, darting her gaze in that direction. It was

only the grand clock in the hallway ringing the time of midnight.
Mid-

night?
Heavens, had she been prying through Law’s home that long? It

had been hours, but then of course she had found Law’s personal journal

. . . a personal
sexual
journal, and reading it had engrossed her immedi-

ately. For hours it appeared.

A journal that she needed desperately to return to the study where

Law now moved about in. The only light was from the fire which Law

now went over to stir, adding another piece of wood and making the

flames dance higher. The golden reds of the fire in the room illuminated

the side of Law’s face and caught the dark highlights in the thick strands

of his brownish-blonde hair, while the ever-present dark shadow on his

jaw seemed chiseled at sharper angles in the firelight.

Affinity’s heartbeat fluttered erratically and it was not because she

had broken into Law’s home and wantonly rifled through his things. It

was because when Law straightened and turned away from the fire, she

saw that since entering the study, he had completely unbuttoned his shirt.

. . . I ponder in my masculinity whether I would be brave enough to

touch my male nipples . . .

That passage from Law’s journal flitted through Affinity’s thoughts

unexpectedly and took on new meaning as she gazed at Law’s chest. She

found herself foolishly praying that wherever he moved inside the room,

it would afford her a clear view of his tight-muscled and lightly hairy

chest. The pangs of pleasure that had been throbbing ever higher in her

sex,
in her clit
, while reading Law’s intimate journal, now took up

intense bites that nipped into her core. It rooted her to the spot and

whitened her fingers gripping the journal to her oversensitive breasts.

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That grip of her fingers was fighting the urge to rush her hand lower and

rub deeply between her thighs at the aches bouncing in her pussy. Then,

her gaze widened and a second later her eyelids lowered as though a

husky purr had run through her mind at the sight of Law sprawling in a

wing chair. The angle of the blue-tufted chair gave her an unfettered view

of Law, relaxed into its folds, yet with some unnamed tension about him.

Perhaps that tension was the intensity of her gaze clinging to the

sight of Law with his shirt fallen open, showing the rippled muscles of

his belly. My god, nothing she had seen in her young life had looked as

utterly masculine and divine as Law’s body, chipped and lean with his

sinew tautly defined. He held a glass of liquor in one hand, yet it was his

other hand that mesmerized her gaze. He was completely unaware of her

presence. He was relaxing alone in his home, perhaps relaxing after

helping another prostitute come-into-the-light this evening. The benefac-

tor of another lady of the night, who might have told him other sexual

feats that he could ponder in his private journal. And that was why his

hand was slowly rubbing over the outline of his male organ beneath the

black material of his breeches.

Affinity’s core quivered as she watched him, trying fiercely to keep

her breath from gasping. She should leave! She should set the journal on

the hallway table and sneak away. Maybe he would never know. Perhaps

he would always wonder how it got there. He might blame a servant.

They could be fired for thievery. Touching something so private would

make anyone furious. She
could
steal it, stuff it into her breeches now and

flee. She wanted it. She never wanted to let it go. How could she wonder

the rest of her life what else was written there?

Then, without realizing it, while her gaze was watching Law’s hand

with his strong lean fingers slowly caressing . . . She just did it! She

stuffed the journal into the back of her breeches. It was held by the

banded waist and covered by her wool sweater. To keep her hands free,

she assured herself as a passage from Law’s journal spirited unbidden

through her mind.

. . . I have never had a woman’s mouth pressed to my swollen cock

before . . .

She could not leave.
Nothing in her soul could make her take that

first step. It might be a sin or damnation upon her soul, but she had to

watch. It was a living breathing thing inside of her and the desire of it

made her knees weak.

Then, Law’s fingers began to unbutton the narrow pocketed front of

his evening trousers. His head was tilted backward with his muscular

throat bared and his male nipples hard.
Oh my god.
Affinity sucked in a

climatic breath. Law’s nipples were tan circles on his raised breastplates

with the tips taut and poking outward. Just like hers would be pink, but

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flushed to a deep rose, while lancing outward twice as far as Law’s

aroused nubs. The desire in her clit strained, gnawing deeply at her.

Then, it was as though a curtain flashed open before her eyes and

Law’s manly organ was lifted upward into naked view. Hastily, Affinity

bit her bottom lip so hard she tasted blood as her fingers clenched over

the open doorway molding. She was
shocked
, blinded, and stunned at the

suddenness of a climax bursting inside her sex. The pleasure contorted

repeatedly as her body shuddered in uncontrolled amazement, while her

eyes glazed over the head of Law’s bared organ.

It looked as though a large ruddy flesh-colored nut had been attached

to the sleek shaft. The entire male cock was rigid and bowing upward into

Law’s hand, like a powerful lancing entity. It appeared, jutting out of the

black material as it was, as though it might not be attached to Law’s body

at all.

But then, Law grasped the root of it, drawing his hand from the

ponderous base to the red-swollen bullet-shaped head. His grip had to be

so tight, so purposeful, because when he reached the rimmed head, he

continued lifting his entire rigid organ upward toward his chest, and

suddenly his full testicles sprang free from the folds of black material,

two twin sacks, full and heavy.

The clashing of exotic pleasure thrashing through Affinity’s pussy

multiplied in throes that pinnacled . . . receded, then
pinnacled
again. She

was nearly choking and feeling faint at the exquisite rapture bursting

inside her sex, and some sound or movement must have escaped her

because Law’s gaze turned toward her at just that moment!

Affinity did not realize that Law’s eyes were still closed as he

stroked his male cock fiercely. In her passionately clouded vision she saw

only discovery as she leaped backward away from it on legs too weak and

shaky to hold her steady. That was when the sound reverberated in her

mind like a hundred drums beating with a singular stroke. It was the solid

thump of her spine hitting the wall in the silence.

“Oh no!” she gasped, forgetting to remain quiet in her panic; a panic

that was stubbornly lethargic to her emanate needs, because of the last

pangs of a climax thrashing through her body.

Law’s head dropped forward from its tilted back position as a growl

and half groan, scraped his throat tightly. The sound was arousal com-

bined with challenge as his straining and heated body fought the backlash

of interruption. There was a disassociated breach in his mind, when he

clung to the imminent ejaculation of his cock at the same moment his

instincts rose with alarm.

His heartbeat raced in his chest as his pumping hand stopped abrupt-

ly, then he squeezed his cock furiously to keep it from erupting. At the

same moment, he was rushing to stand and meet the danger or challenge

of that sound in his home, where no loud thumping sounds should be

other that his suppressed groan of release.

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His mind finally started to partially work, even as his body was

meeting the unknown threat by pushing his strong limbs forward.
Was it

an intruder?
Law’s gaze quickly found Warrior stretched out calmly in

front of the fireplace. His mind registered that as quite odd, just as he

rushed into the hallway.

The apparition he found there let out a high-pitched and clearly

frightened squeal at the sight of him. This person, he could not tell

gender, had their small hands raised forward as though warding him off.

“What
in the hell are you up to?” Law demanded, with a suppressed

shout.

The sound of his shout made the apparition jerk as if slapped, then

immediately the person began to spring forward down his hallway away

from him. Law forgot his shirt hanging open and his bare cock jutting

through the sagging vent of his trousers, as he gave chase in his anger and

alarm. He grabbed the petite apparition quite roughly in his agitation,

swinging the person around, then jostling that person up against the wall.

He realized just then that the apparition wore the most ridiculous veiled

bonnet, at the same moment his chest pitched into soft and overly large

mounds of breasts.
Breasts!

“My God!” Law exclaimed.

“Let me go!” His apparition’s voice was shrill and indignant for all

that she was an intruder in
his
home, Law thought just as indignantly. In

his normal demeanor, he would have let her go immediately. He did not

jostle around women, even the thief that she might be. However, his

aggrieving predicament now was that his naked and very aroused cock

was between her gaze and his body. And at the moment, pressed together

as they were, she could not see it.

It rather infuriated him that he should have to worry over such a

thing. Yet damn him, he did! His entire senses were centered on that one

thing. Certainly she must feel it, so stiffly aroused as it was. Hell, even

he could feel the beat of it and her breasts crushed into his chest. She

smelled of violets.

“Who
are you?” It was an inane question, useless, but the only

rational thing that came into Law’s lust-tinged mind, as he coarsely

thought how easy it would be to strip this womanly apparition’s sweater

and rub his body against those breasts. Her head shook to his question as

he knew it would. “What are you doing here?
What
do you want?”

“I-I,” she stuttered with her breath coming hotly beneath his chin.

“Please, let me go,” she pleaded in a small feminine voice.

Lord
, Law realized that she could be a prostitute looking for his help.

They had shown up at his backdoor before, never inside though, that was

highly irregular, only her voice was cultured and that did not fit. Then,

there was this devilish voice rooting around loudly inside his head for the

insane hope that she was not a prostitute. This was due to the fact that his

body was pressed, quite tautly aroused, to her body, and the lengthy

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celibacy that he had sustained up until this time was mocking him

furiously.

He nearly sagged beneath his tension-filled arousal and now oncom-

ing confusion. His body must have literally sagged a bit, because he felt

his forehead lightly pressed to her’s and he realized that she had her face

tilted up to him.

“Are you all right?” The woman’s question came whispered and

soft, and the tones of caring in her voice could not be denied.

Law understood he could accuse her, interrogate her, or overpower

her, but all his senses denied that. “Do you need money, little one? Or

perhaps you came here looking for a benefactor. I would gladly give you

either freely.”

Oh my God
, Affinity thought in bafflement, he thinks I’m a prosti-

tute!

Of course he would, but her mind was so confused that she was

hardly thinking clearly. In fact, her tottering mind was alternately fo-

cused on only two paramount events. The first was the warmth she could

feel of Law’s body pressed more intimately to her body than she had ever

experienced before, and then more stunningly spectacular was the feel of

his rigid organ pressed solidly into her belly. This bold impression was

so near to the place of her recent climatic eruption, that the sensitivity

there was tenfold and humming to life again, only this time in a different

way that did not necessarily attract her clit as much, but lower in her

woman’s portal. A woman’s portal which throbbed, as though beckoning

the perfectly shaped organ lying heavily against her body. An organ that

she could feel palpitating.

Oh my God
, the craving of it nearly made Affinity faint, while

shivers ran down her inner thighs. Thighs that wanted to be lifted open