Gentle Persuasion Page 9

For a moment he faced Caroline, his eyes fixed on hers. Tears welled up in her eyes and began running down her cheeks as she stood, her arm outstretched, the heavy gun making her hand shake.

  “You must be careful, Miss Redgrave,” Joss said, slowly and deliberately. “A wrong move and the gun might go off, possibly hitting Ajax. He would die in agony and you would not wish that.”

  “A dumb animal to die in agony, no,” Caroline said, crying openly now and wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “But I have no such concerns for you.”

  She waved the gun to the right, indicating that Joss should step away from the horse. He made as if to do so and then moved smoothly and swiftly towards her.

  “No!” Caroline cried and tried to pull the trigger. Nothing happened.

  Joss grabbed her wrist in his left hand and took the revolver from her with his right. In one motion he threw it into a pile of straw and twisted Caroline’s arm behind her back, pulling her body hard against his as he covered her mouth with his hand.

  “If you scream, I will break your arm Miss Redgrave,” he said quietly. “Do you understand?”

  Caroline nodded, her eyes wide with fear.

  Joss took his hand from her mouth and cupped her cheek in his palm. For a moment he stood motionless, his fingers curled into the hair at the back of her neck to grip her head. For a moment he looked into her eyes, then he kissed her hard.

  When he broke the kiss he stood with his mouth very close to Caroline’s ear, his grip still painfully tight on her wrist and said, “Do you know what the trouble is with the young, Miss Redgrave?”

  She shook her head.

  “They do not learn. That is the second time you have threatened me in anger. If the safety catch had not been on, something I only saw when you started waving the gun about, I have no doubt you would have shot me. But it was, and I must teach you once again that there are people in the world you can threaten from your position of wealth and privilege and people you cannot.”

  Joss dragged Caroline over to Ajax’s stall and pushed her in.

  “Get on your knees,” he said.

  Caroline shook her head in mute refusal and Joss raised the back of his hand to strike her. She cowered from him and knelt down, resting her bottom back on her heels. The slatted wooden side of the stall hid her from view and if Joss stood with his back to the horse he could see if anyone entered the stable.

  Joss saw tears running down her face but he did not hesitate. He unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down to his knees. His huge prick sprang free, stiff and hard against his belly, his lust fired once again by his daughter’s helplessness.

  He looked down at her and then curled his fingers round the shaft of his cock and bent it down with difficulty so that the big red glans, wet with his arousal, was close to Caroline’s full red lips. “Suck the penis, Caro,” he instructed and sighed with intense pleasure when she opened her mouth and took the head between her lips.

  She had no skill in sucking, but it did not matter. It was enough for Joss that she was kneeling in front of him, her mouth stretched wide by the hot flesh of his prick as she fought to accommodate the thick shaft and swallow the stream of semen already flowing from the tip.

  Joss bent his knees slightly, probing for the back of Caroline’s throat. He reached down and took hold of the back of her head, then curled two fingers round the base of his prick so that he could masturbate himself into Caroline’s mouth at the same time as she sucked him, doubling the delicious sensation.

  The heavy sacs of his balls, swollen with sperm, swung repeatedly against Caroline’s chin and Joss could see a dribble of liquid drip from her lower lip down onto her pearl necklace and slide into the valley of her cleavage, revealed by the open neck of the blouse. It increased his pleasure, knowing his semen was warm and slippery between the globes of his daughter’s ample breasts.

  Joss’s nose filled with the musky smell of his own virility and the masculine scent of the horse standing behind him. He sensed that Ajax was aware of what was happening and wanted to experience the same pleasure, to have the beautiful girl who owned him open her mouth impossibly wide and suck his massive prick until his seed spurted into her throat, filling her belly with hot thick stallion sperm.

  The thought made Joss even more aroused, made him feel as if his impending climax was being sucked up through the slit in the hugely swollen head of his cock. He luxuriated in the exquisite sensation of fucking himself into Caroline’s mouth and closed his eyes in anticipation of the threatening surge of his semen. If only he could hold it back a little longer, just so that he could enjoy this moment poised on the brink.

  But then he felt the telltale tingling in his balls as his semen surged into the shaft of his prick in a flood of intense pleasure. He thrust his hips further forward, trapping Caroline’s head between his belly and the wall of the stall as his cock swelled and he pumped spurt after spurt of creamy semen into her mouth, the thick salty liquid making her choke as it ran down her throat before she could swallow it properly.

  Lost in his climax, Joss wanted to groan out his pleasure but did not dare for fear of alerting someone to what was happening. And it was a wise precaution for just as the gushes began to ebb Alfred Bailey walked into the stables.

  “Still here, Mr. Fayrfax?” the gamekeeper said, obviously surprised.

  “Just leaving, Mr. Bailey,” Joss said, struggling to keep his voice steady as he emptied every last drop of spunk from his balls into his daughter’s suckling mouth.

  “I thought I saw Miss Caroline come this way,” Bailey said, looking around.

  “She looked over Ajax, thanked me and then left, Mr. Bailey,” said Joss. “Mentioned something about guests coming for lunch.” He had no idea if this was true but guessed that it was, given Sir Piers love of socializing.

  “Oh my word, I had forgotten. I must get the birds up from the cellar or cook will flay me,” Bailey said, making a half-hearted attempt at humor. “You’ll let yourself out, Mr. Fayrfax?”

  “Of course,” Joss said as the gamekeeper walked out of the stable.

  Joss looked down and withdrew his cock from the embrace of Caroline’s lips. She was still struggling to swallow the slippery mass of his semen and he released his grip on the back of her head so that she could clear her throat. A last dribble appeared at the tip and Joss curled the string round his fingers, then wiped them across the softness of her cheek, marking her with his scent.

  Caroline struggled to her feet while Joss pulled up his pants and buckled his belt. “You did well,” he said.

  “Yes father,” Caroline said in a voice dull with defeat and turned her face away from him.

  Joss walked out of the stable and home across the fields.

  A month and then two passed and Joss had no contact with Caroline. He did not think on her, but kept himself busy at his anvil, repairing farm implements, shoeing horses and seeing the saddlery supplies traveler who came in his van. He bought little from the traveler but enjoyed listening to the news of what was happening in the villages roundabout.

  This time the traveler, whose name was George Kelly, came on a Saturday afternoon and Joss stopped work early so that they could share a flask of beer.

  “Reckon you’ll have to be moving out of the smithing trade soon, Joss,” Kelly said.

  “Why’s that then?”

  “Motor cars everywhere now. Folks won’t need horses when they can afford a motor car.”

  Joss laughed and took a swig of his beer. “George, folks round here don’t make enough to buy fancy motor cars. They’ll need horses to pull their plows and carts for a while yet.”

  “Perhaps,” said Kelly. “But just think, once a man has bought a motor car he must keep it running and there’s not many has your skill with metal and machines. You could open a garage down in the village and make a fortune when people pass through and need their motors attending to.”

  For a moment Joss turned the thought round in his mind. He even went so far
as to say, “Well, I’ll think on it, and I thank you for the suggestion.” Then he refilled Kelly’s glass and said, “Now, what’s the news?”

  “Have you heard that Sir Piers Redgrave’s daughter is getting married? To a young man whose father owns a bank in London.” Kelly grinned as he said, “It will be a lucky man who gets to bed her. A beautiful girl with a body to take your breath away.”

  “Ay, that’s as may be,” said Joss suddenly draining his glass and standing up. “But I can’t spend all day on idle gossip. Show me the catalog and I’ll give you an order to deliver the next time you’re round.”

  He ignored the look of startled surprise on George’s face and went into his cottage to fetch his reading glasses. When he came back he talked only of business.

  Later that evening he sat at the wooden table in his cottage, the remains of his supper around him. He had opened a bottle of rum and poured himself a tot and was trying hard to concentrate on the book open in front of him, ‘The Mayor of Casterbridge’, a book he had read many times before.

  But Joss was unable either to enjoy the book or even take in the words on the page. All he could hear was Kelly’s voice saying that Caroline was to be married and how lucky the young banker’s son would be when he bedded her. Joss knew this to be true for since Kelly had spoken he had felt his lust for his daughter sharply reawakened.

  He took a sip of the rum and then laughed softly. Surely she should have asked his blessing, he thought. Being her father, it was his right. And it was his right to be the first to sink his prick into the welcoming warmth between her legs. After all, he had spent his seed into her ass and her mouth so why not her virgin sheath?

  Joss put his glass down on the table and saw that his hand was shaking with the intensity of the thought of Caroline writhing and squirming beneath him, her legs hooked over his shoulders as he plowed his cock again and again into the wet depths of her cunt. In his mind’s eye he could see her full breasts shaking with the force of his thrusts, could feel her nails raking his back, her voice moaning in his ear, “Oh god - no! Please, Daddy - don’t!” her pleas and protests only swelling his cock longer and harder until he was ready to spurt his seed deep in her womb. And when he had, he would fuck her a second time in her beautiful ass, taking his time to draw out the exquisite pleasure.

  And then it came to him. Cold and clear like crystal.

  As blacksmith to Sir Piers’ estate he would be invited to the wedding breakfast if not the wedding: Caroline could not exclude him without causing comment. Just as he had when he marked out targets in enemy trenches he would wait, silent and determined, for the opportunity to present itself when he could be alone with his daughter. It would be her wedding day, but he would be the one to gain the greatest pleasure from the event...

  Joss was up before dawn on the day of the wedding. He cleaned his best black boots, pressed his good shirt and pants with a flat iron and aired the jacket he had last worn on the day of his father’s funeral. That had been a day of mourning: this was a day when he intended to enjoy life to the full.

  He set water to heat for a shave and stripped off to wash. As he lathered his big cock and the thick mass of black curls around his balls Joss felt a surge of sexual excitement and debated whether to pleasure himself with the hook and cord in the smithy. But he dismissed the thought. What point was there in spilling good semen on a dirt floor when, in only a little while, he could use it to fill his daughter’s bowels to overflowing?

  When he was ready Joss locked the door of his cottage and set off for the Hall. The time was half past ten; by tradition the wedding breakfast would be at twelve. He had time enough to pick wild flowers in the meadow, something pretty to give his beautiful daughter on her wedding day.

  As he approached the Hall Joss saw that a big open-sided tent had been put up on the lawn for the wedding party and their many guests. Trestle tables and benches had been set out for the villagers and there was already a sizeable crowd talking and drinking.

  He saw Sir Piers standing with his wife and the bride and groom receiving people as they arrived. For a moment he hesitated, wondering if he’d done the right thing in attending. If Caroline were to say anything in public her voice would be joined by that of her mother whom he had also raped all those years ago and he might well find himself placed under arrest. But then Joss remembered the fear he had seen in men’s faces as they waited for the signal to leave the trenches and he shook off his fear and walked forward.

  “Ah Joss, delighted you could come!” Sir Piers said, holding out his hand.

  “It is my pleasure, Sir Piers,” Joss said, shaking hands. “I wish good health and much happiness to the young couple.”

  Sir Piers lowered his voice. “Let’s talk later, shall we? I bought a new shotgun the other day and I’d like you to look it over. Bailey doesn’t have a clue about a gun’s character and qualities.”

  “Of course, Sir Piers,” Joss said. “I would be delighted.”

  “You remember Mr. Fayrfax, my dear?” Sir Piers said, turning to his wife.

  Jane Redgrave’s face showed no expression as she shook Joss’s hand and said in a cool voice, “You are well, Mr. Fayrfax?”

  “Very well, thank you, Milady.”

  She turned to introduce Joss to Caroline and her new husband but saw that they were talking to the Vicar and his wife.

  “Please do not trouble, Lady Jane,” Joss said quickly. “I shall give my good wishes to the happy couple at some other time.”

  “Yes, of course,” Jane Redgrave said and turned away, leaving Joss to walk over to the tables laden with beer for the men and fruit punch for the ladies, thankful that he could get a drink for his suddenly dry mouth.

  Joss drank half the glass of beer he was handed in one gulp. Then he forced himself to slow down and stood for a moment, watching the guests arriving and being shown into the marquee. He was conscious of how well dressed and rich many of them looked and felt a mix of envy that he had none of these things, and pleasure that Caroline would never have to do without now that she had married into the family of a banker.

  He moved into the line of sight so that he could see Caroline and her new husband. She was dressed in a long white wedding gown that was cut tight across her ample bosom and showed off the curve of her hips. Her blond hair was piled up on her head to display a diamond tiara that glittered in the sunlight. Someone said something that made her laugh and Joss felt a flash of pride at how beautiful she looked. He also felt the stirring of lust deep in his belly like something warm and feline and he knew the right moment would soon come when he could slip away.

  Joss could see that the layout of the wedding breakfast followed the class system. Under the marquee were the relatives and guests of the bride and groom’s families. Outside were the farmers, shop-owners and business people of the area roundabout. Furthest away were the laborers and farm-hands. Joss went to join Micah Clarke and his wife who owned the butcher shop on the village high street. Micah and Rachel both enjoyed their drink, which would come in useful when he left later: with luck they would hardly notice.

  His timing was perfect. He waited until the meal was drawing to a close and the speeches were about to start. The staff were all engaged in moving busily to and fro from the kitchens to the marquee through the front entrance of the Hall, clearing dishes and refilling glasses. No-one saw or stopped him as he left the table and walked quickly through the archway of the stable-block, into the back entrance to the kitchen and then through the parlor to the vaulted hallway and up the main stairs.

  The number of closed bedroom doors that greeted him was intimidating and he feared for a moment that he might well meet a guest who had arrived late from London and was changing. But he did not and he quickly located Caroline’s bedroom and the nearest unoccupied guestroom. He could stand with the door slightly ajar and listen for the sound of Caroline going into her room. When she did, he would follow her.

  There was nothing for it but to wait and Joss sa
t on the floor, drawing his knees up so that he could rest his head on his crossed wrists. It was over an hour before the sound of a girl’s laughter roused him and he stood up.

  “Oh Hugh, you mustn’t!”

  As Joss had hoped it was Caroline’s voice. But he was annoyed when he heard a man say, “Oh but I must, Mrs. Prescott, I simply must...” and there was silence for a moment.

  “‘Mrs. Prescott’,” Caroline said in a dreamy voice. “How wonderful that sounds.”

  “It will be Lady Prescott as soon as I’m 21,” the man said.

  “Ah now that sounds a lot nicer,” Caroline said and laughed. “But I must hurry and get changed.”

  “Well don’t be long, will you.”

  “Hugh Prescott, it will take at least thirty minutes for me to dress for my honeymoon so you’ll just have to wait.”

  The man’s voice faded as he called, “Alright - but no longer - I’m a young man in love and mustn’t be kept waiting!”

  There was the sound of a door closing and Joss deliberately waited three or four minutes before he stepped out. He looked to make sure that the young man had gone and then walked over to Caroline’s bedroom door. He stood for a moment and listened and then let himself in.

  Joss was prepared to spring on Caroline when he entered her room, his hand covering her mouth before she could scream as he pushed her backwards onto the bed. But there was no need: she was in the adjoining bathroom. He sat down in a chair and waited for her to return.

  He had waited the few minutes in the hope that Caroline would have started undressing and was delighted to see that she had. Her wedding dress lay across a chair and a chic designer suit was laid out on the bed. When she came back into the room she was wearing no more than a garter belt and stockings and Joss was overwhelmed by how beautiful and desirable she looked.

  Like a man dying of thirst he drank in the way her full breasts bounced as she walked across and stood in front of her make-up mirror. She had unpinned her blond hair and he gazed with hunger at the voluptuous curves of her ass, her tiny waist and her long, slender legs. The sight made him ache with desire so intense that he had to uncross his legs as his cock hardened in his pants.