Gentle Persuasion Page 8

  “You’ll never get away with this,” she said, struggling as Joss bent and swiftly tied her knees together. He was careful to leave a short length of rope between the two knots so that he would be able to open her legs.

  “I already have, Miss Redgrave,” Joss said, and he reached for the cloth he’d used to wash himself, tied a knot in the middle of it and then fitted the knot between Caroline’s teeth and tied it behind her head.

  Bound and gagged, her eyes flashing, her chest heaving, staring at him with fear and hatred, Caroline Redgrave stood before Joss. Only one thing remained and he did that as effortlessly as he had all else.

  He pulled down one end of the cord he’d used to masturbate himself, looped it through the rope tying Caroline’s wrists together and hauled her up into the air, securing the other end of the cord to a ring in the wall. He watched as she hung helplessly, a faint smile on his lips.

  There was something almost animal in what Joss did next. He stripped off his shirt and stood naked behind Caroline. Then took her blond hair in one hand, lifted it back from her neck and leaned close to her. He closed his eyes to inhale the warm scent of her perfumed flesh and kissed the smooth softness of her neck, very lightly, his lips no more than grazing the skin.

  Time and again Joss did this, running his lips from the base of her neck to under the lobe of her ear, kissing and smelling the beautiful young woman. He did not speak, did not tell her that this was what had kept him alive in the trenches, the thought that he must survive to have the pleasure of doing this to a woman, no matter if she were whore or aristocratic heiress.

  Still with his eyes closed, Joss felt more intensely aroused than at any time since before he’d gone off to war, since the last time he’d fucked a Redgrave, and he reached round to the buttons of Caroline’s riding jacket, the action pulling her body back against him so that his cock pressed into the divide between her full buttocks. The soft material of her riding pants against the shaft of his cock felt wonderful but he knew that very soon the shaft would be pressing between the velvet cheeks of her bare behind and that would be much, much better.

  Oblivious to the sound of Caroline’s labored breathing and the pain he was causing her, Joss unbuttoned her jacket and pulled it open. He could feel the silky material of a chemise covering her breasts and he hooked his fingers in the neckline and yanked the material down, snapping the thin shoulder straps.

  Joss filled his hands with the softness of Caroline’s breasts, cupping the big globes in his palms and trapping her nipples between his first and second fingers. He squeezed the tips hard at the same time as he rubbed his cock up and down the furrow of her buttocks and opened his mouth to bite into the soft flesh of her neck, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to make her whimper behind the gag. He could not describe what it was about Caroline that compelled him to treat her roughly, to take her with such force. But he followed this instinct now, trusting it.

  He moved his hands from her breasts to under her plump ass cheeks, leaving her in no doubt that they were next as he dug into the mounds with his nails. Then he reached round to the waistband of her riding pants, ripped the buttons open and dragged the material down over the flare of her hips to the point where he had tied her knees together.

  “Not quite so proud now, are you Miss Redgrave,” Joss said, his lips close to her ear, the dripping tip of his huge hard prick pressed hard into the small of her back. He heard her moan something in response but he decided against loosening the gag.

  Instead he slid his hand over Caroline’s belly which fluttered in response to his touch and then pushed his finger into the slit of her pussy, feeling for the hole. He expected her to be dry but she was not, her pussy was wet and Joss guessed it was because he had caressed her breasts and played with her nipples. He entered her with a fingertip and met a resistance.

  “You’re still a virgin?”

  Caroline nodded.

  “Well, no matter,” Joss said. “I’m sure we can find a way for you to accommodate my cock just as well.”

  He stepped away from Caroline and walked over to his workbench. He found the tin of goose grease he used for softening saddle leather and dug out a big dollop of the oily substance onto his fingers. Then he walked back in front of Caroline so that she would be able to see what he intended to do.

  The strain and humiliation of hanging by her arms showed clearly on her face as she struggled against the knots. Joss reached out and tenderly stroked her cheek and then stood back so that she could watch as he reached down and started oiling his cock, working the goose grease over the dripping glans and then back down to the base. The action made his prick swell even more so that it looked massive and menacing, announcing its hunger.

  Caroline made a low moan deep in her chest but Joss ignored her. He walked round behind her and stroked his cock up and down the furrow of her ass, smearing the thick lubricant on her asshole. The cheeks parted under his greedy fingers, exposing the tiny opening, brown and crinkled. What a beautiful ass, he thought, so round and creamy white, the inner crease a pale pink. To Joss it was a sexual ass, perfect for just such loving.

  Joss moved his fingers up and down along the inner valley of Caroline’s bottom, pressing the globes open and letting them close around his greasy, probing fingers. His cock pressed stiffly into the valley, the thick head pressing against the impossibly small opening. The sounds Caroline was making behind the gag hushed and a whimpering began in her throat.

  She flexed her hips, vainly trying to bump his prick off the target. But Joss steadied Caroline with one hand on her thigh, the other hot around his cock as he pressed it against the tiny opening. He grunted as the head flowed jerkily inside her asshole and he moved his fingers between her legs, digging into the swollen lips of her pussy, rubbing and stroking her clitoris. Her pain-filled cries quieted and he moved deeper and deeper within her, the way paved by the slippery grease.

  Joss pressed, trying to hurry the process. It was better than fucking a virgin, much better. There was a tightness around his cock like a snug, hot hand that held him. He pressed, feeling the skin crinkle and fold, resist him. Then he stopped, moved his hips against Caroline’s buttocks, nudging his thick cock in and out, loosening the tight entrance.

  With a sudden violent lunge he was inside her, complete and finished, his angry hot cock throbbing, the tightly-clasping sheath all around him right up to the base. Joss couldn’t remember the last time he had felt such sexual heat, endured such pleasure. Groaning softly he moved, not losing his hard gained entrance, just probing, pressing, fucking Caroline’s asshole without taking his heavy cock out of her.

  He slid both hands between her legs, burying his fingers in her pussylips, churning up the delicious wetness, moving back and forth, his fingertips rolling the stiff bud of her clit. This time he bit into her shoulder as he moved his cock, finding that the entrance was now ready. He could really fuck her now.

  Joss slid his tightly held cock almost out of Caroline’s rectum and then back up inside her again, meeting the tiny entrance to her bowels as he fucked her. Holding her steady, he shafted her, plowing in and out, parting the slimy tightness of flesh as it sought to trap him. His cock throbbed, bursting with the tightness of taking her anal virginity, but it was more pleasurable than painful.

  Again and again he fucked her, delighting in the tightness of her sphincter as it gripped the base of his cock, the heat of her back passage as it opened to his invading shaft. He called her name to her, sucked her shoulder, bounced his balls against her lower buttocks. He felt the buzzing in his belly and knew he would come any minute. His fingers pressed in her pubic hairs, pulled the tiny blond curled hairs, dug into her clit, spread wide her juicy pussylips, masturbating her as he rammed his cock repeatedly deep into her ass.

  “Come on - come on!” he cried against her ear then once more closed his teeth on the soft skin of her neck. Her plump ass swallowed his long prick again, took the head deep into her bowels and Joss felt his cock
quiver, growing harder and longer as his semen surged into the shaft of his cock.

  “Yes - ah yess!” Joss cried, the pleasure overwhelming as he emptied his balls deep into Caroline’s asshole. Time and again his hips jerked and his ass muscles flexed as he pumped out jets of hot thick sperm into the young woman he held captive against him. His climax was so intense Joss felt almost faint but he still noticed that his fingers paddling in Caroline’s cunt were dripping wet and he knew he had made her come.

  Slowly and gently Joss withdrew from her ass and stood for a moment fighting for breath. Then he turned Caroline once more and stood in front of her, the wet slime of his come and the grease he had used glistening on the head and shaft of his still-hard prick.

  Stepping close, he reached up and untied the cord that held Caroline up. She sagged and almost fell but he caught her in his arms and lowered her to the floor. He knelt next to her, holding her against his chest, and reached behind her head to untie the gag.

  “You bastard,” she spat into his face. “You complete and utter bastard. You raped me!”

  “Yes,” Joss said coolly. “And it was very enjoyable.”

  Fire flashed in her eyes. “Well we’ll see how enjoyable it is when I tell my father and he has you arrested.”

  Joss’s eyes met Caroline’s and looked deep into them. His eyes were the same color as hers.

  “You may tell Sir Piers what you like,” he said. “But he’s not your father.”

  “What the hell are you talking about?” Caroline hissed, her beautiful naked breasts heaving with her anger and humiliation.

  “I told you I fucked your mother eighteen years ago, remember? You are eighteen now. Tell Sir Piers what you like but he’s not your father. I am.”

  “Oh dear god,” Caroline cried.

  Joss could see from her face that she knew he was telling the truth, confirming the doubts she had always had. Her head sank down and she began to sob quietly.

  For a moment Joss felt remorse for the way that he had hurt her in taking his pleasure. But then the heat of his desire replaced it and he knew he had only taken what was rightfully his.

  “Caroline?” he said softly.

  She raised her face. “Yes?”

  Joss bent and kissed her gently on the lips. Then he twined his fingers in her thick blond hair and held her head tight in his big hand. “Open your mouth,” he said softly.

  She did as she was told, displaying her perfect, small white teeth.

  “Suck your Daddy clean, sweetheart,” Joss said, and he gently but firmly pushed her mouth down over the slippery wet crown of the cock which jutted up hard and strong from between his legs.

  * * * *

  Joss Fayrfax stood totally still. He did not breathe, did not blink, did not allow his body to twitch in any way until he was ready to squeeze the trigger. When he did the rifle leapt back against his shoulder and the pheasant, startled by the bang, had no sooner moved its head towards the sound than it was dead.

  For Joss it had always been this way, whether bringing down an animal for food or firing at the tiniest chink of unprotected flesh between a helmet and the sandbag of a trench in battle. His aim was always perfect, the prey always dead after the shot. Joss lowered his rifle and went to pick up the bird.

  It was an early Sunday morning in summer, a light breeze rustled the leaves on the trees. If Joss had an immortal soul, which he doubted he did, it would have been stirred by the beauty of the rolling downs, the green fields, the woodlands he could see all around him.

  In the distance he heard the church bell for morning service and watched the villagers move towards its summons. Over to his left stood Redgrave Hall and Joss guessed the Redgrave family would also be making their way to worship.

  But it was not Sir Piers’ family who occupied the blacksmith’s mind that morning. It was one member of it in particular, the beautiful Caroline Redgrave, the girl whose half-naked body he had held against his the day before, her wrists tied together as she hung suspended her from a beam in his smithy while he fucked her shapely ass with his massive prick.

  He could still remember the exquisite pleasure of caressing her breasts as he spurted his seed deep in her bowels and the even sharper pleasure when he instructed her to suck his cock clean afterwards and revealed to her that the man she had thought was her father for the last eighteen years was not: he was her real father.

  The revelation put Caroline into shock, so much that Joss had to help her to her feet and pull her clothing together then saddle his horse and take her back to the Hall. He told the staff who came out to meet them that she had fallen while out riding and that he would attend to Ajax and return in the morning. He felt Caroline’s eyes burning into his back as rode away into the gathering twilight.

  And now that he had brought down the bird he would prepare for his evening meal, Joss decided the time was right to take Ajax back to the Redgrave stables. With the family out at church he could visit and leave silently. He had no idea whether Caroline had decided to report to the police what he had done, but his continuing freedom seemed to suggest that she had stayed silent.

  He strode home across the fields to change and saddle the horse and an hour later rode through the archway to the left of the big house and into the courtyard that led to the stable-block, the storerooms and the tradesmen’s entrance to the kitchens. He dismounted and walked towards the stables, leading Ajax by the bridle.

  “That your gun I heard in the fields this morning, Mr. Fayrfax?” a man called out behind him.

  Joss recognized the voice of Alfred Bailey, Sir Piers’ gamekeeper. He turned to face the small, sharp-faced man who was standing by the doorway of the kitchens. “Yes, Mr. Bailey, it was,” he said.

  “Taking pheasants?” Bailey said with an edge to his voice.

  “One or two a week through the season, Mr. Bailey,” said Joss, refusing to rise to the jibe. “Just as Sir Piers has granted me permission to do. And you may tell him that in return there are three less foxes to attack his sheep.”

  Bailey spat on the ground and wiped his sleeve across his mouth. “I have told Sir Piers I could trap as many foxes without him having to give up any of his pheasants to the likes of you,” he said.

  “And the foxes would die a slow and agonizing death,” said Joss, letting go of Ajax’s bridle for a moment and walking towards Bailey. He was more than a foot taller than the gamekeeper who stepped back rapidly into the security of the kitchen doorway as Joss advanced.

  “I kill them quickly and cleanly, with a shot to the head,” Joss said. Then he lowered his voice and added, “You should mark that, Mr. Bailey. I wouldn’t wish you to meet with an unfortunate accident if you were out in the fields and didn’t know I was there.”

  Joss turned on his heel and took hold of Ajax’s bridle once more.

  Bailey said, “You’ve brought Miss Caroline’s horse back then.”

  “Yes,” Joss said over his shoulder. “You can tell Miss Redgrave when she gets back from church that I have shoed him and that there is no charge.”

  “You may tell her yourself, Mr. Fayrfax,” Bailey said. “She gave instructions that she was to be told when you brought the horse back. I’m sure she’ll be down presently.”

  Joss stood alongside Ajax in the horse’s stall, brushing a curry-comb through the stallion’s sleek coat. He whistled softly as he brushed, a popular song he’d heard countless times as his regiment moved up the line towards its position on the Western Front.

  And then, unbidden, the faces of his comrades appeared in his mind and he stopped whistling and stood for a moment with his head resting against the horse’s side. He closed his eyes and waited for his friend’s faces to fade, waited for the pain of seeing them die to ease.

  “Reflecting on your sins, Mr. Fayrfax? It is Sunday after all.”

  Joss opened his eyes and looked up to see Caroline Redgrave standing at the door to the stable-block. She looked beautiful with the morning sunlight behind her, dressed
in a simple cream silk blouse open at the neck and a long flowing skirt. She was wearing a rope of pearls and Joss could see they were as flawless as her complexion.

  “No, Miss Redgrave,” Joss said. “Just remembering my friends who were killed in battle.”

  “Ah yes, I see,” Caroline said.

  The way she spoke made Joss realize that she was struggling hard to control herself. It was hardly surprising considering what had happened the day before, and what he’d revealed to her.

  “But you survived?”

  “Yes. I was badly wounded but I survived.”

  He heard the bitterness in Caroline’s voice as she said, “Are you sure you aren’t dead, Mr. Fayrfax? I mean dead in your heart that you could have done something so vile - so filthy -“

  Joss was about to say that he had done no more than other fathers had since time immemorial in using his daughter for his sexual pleasure when he suddenly realized there was something wrong with the way Caroline was standing. She had one hand behind her back and was keeping something hidden from him.

  “It wasn’t vile or filthy to me, Miss Redgrave,” he said quietly, moving slowly out from the stall so that he stood facing her. “You had angered me and I did what I wanted as a consequence.”

  Caroline Redgrave almost screamed at him, “And the consequence of you taking your pleasure was to shatter my life? It was not enough to rape me - in that way - but you had to tell me that the man I have loved for 18 years is not my father but that you were, a man who had done something so unforgivable to me? You anally raped your own daughter, Mr. Fayrfax, and yet you say you are not dead inside?”

  Joss did not speak or move.

  “Well if you are not, Joss Fayrfax, then you should be,” Caroline said and she brought her right hand out from behind her back. She was holding a service revolver, a gun that Joss assumed belonged to Sir Piers.