Rainlashed (10 page)

He reached out his hand to touch her pussy, to brush away the droplets of bath water that clung to her buttocks, just to touch her satiny skin.

Once more she pushed him away with a firm tone. “No touching. Not yet.”

He lay back in the bath, just watching. He had a clear view as Maya reached with her slippery fingers, stroking from her delicate pink asshole to her cunt, occasionally parting the folds of her labia and dipping inside. His cock ached with hardness as Maya continued to please herself.

He could not look away even if he had tried. Now he understood why the gardeners had been unable to move away from such a sight, and had thrown away their jobs, risked their very lives, to watch it through to the end. He reached down into the bath water to secretly touch his own throbbing cock, just as they had done. The sight of a woman enjoying her own sex had been too much for them, as it might yet prove to be too much for him.

Maya thought back to the young men in the garden who had watched as she rubbed her clit. The forbidden thought of them stroking their own cocks added to her increasing pleasure. With her back to the man who lay beneath her she couldn’t see him pumping his own cock but even with only one leg in the bath, she felt him in the water, her selkie nature sensitive to the smallest movement. She knew he wasn’t lying still, but nor was he vigorously pleasing himself as the gardeners had. He was moving quietly, as if he had never before touched himself in the presence of another woman.

Down in the warm bath water he was indeed surreptitiously running his hand over his cock. Barely two feet away was the most erotic sight he had ever seen. He slowly stroked the lower part of his shaft lest friction on his sensitive glans cause him to come too quickly, before Maya had finished showing herself off to him. As one hand moved slightly up and down his cock the other massaged his balls, gently caressing, adding to the exquisite feeling. Never before had he done such a thing when with a woman—his women had always tended to the job of pleasing him, so he had not known the sheer pleasure of stroking himself while he watched a woman do the same to herself. He continued the slow pressure on his cock, while sliding his other hand from his sac to his nipples. He added to his own pleasure as he tweaked first one nipple then the other.

Above him there was no hesitation in Maya’s movements, her fingers rubbing her clit with a fury. She felt her orgasm approaching and moved away from her clit to the opening of her cunt. She slid a finger in, then two. Then, with her fingers dripping with her own juices she reached from behind, bent over further and teased the entrance to her ass. Her breath caught as her fingers eased effortlessly past her tight hole. The sensation was exquisite, the fullness adding to her arousal while delaying her orgasm. She knew this change in focus from her cunt to her ass aroused the man beneath her as well, as the vibration in the water became more insistent.

The cause of the increased disturbance in the water was the full strokes he was giving his cock. He had both hands on it now. With his right hand his thumb and forefinger encircled the base of his painfully hard cock, making short but quick up and down movements. With his left hand he teased the large purplish head, tickling the glans and teasing the sensitive opening. He no longer cared that she knew he was playing with himself as he watched her above him.

She still had one leg in the water, the other on the edge of the bath. She was bent over, her breasts resting on her leg as her arm reached behind her with two fingers deep in her own ass, slowly moving in and out as her breath came in short pants. From his supine position he could see her cunt slightly gaping, her juices forming droplets on her hairs and running down the inside of her thighs. As he watched she removed her fingers from her ass, lubricated a third with her cunt juice, and without hesitation slid all three fingers into her puckered hole.

The sight caused his orgasm to approach with unexpected rapidity. He felt the come entering his cock, forcing him to stop his stroking and squeeze the base hard in an effort to halt the impending explosion. He lay absolutely still, one hand clutching his shaft while the orgasm backed off enough to prevent the stream of sticky white fluid from escaping.

Maya knew he was close, and stopped her own stroking. Wordlessly she replaced her foot in the bath and knelt down. With her knees in the water she bent over the edge of the bath, reached behind her, and pulled apart the cheeks of her ass to reveal both her holes to him. “Fuck me now.”

With a splash he reared out of the water and pushed his cock all the way into her cunt in one stroke. With his cock all the way inside her he could feel the head nearly at the entrance to her womb. He steadied himself with one hand, and with the other gently probed her asshole with two fingers. He felt little resistance as they slid into her tightest of holes.

She remained still, his cock completely filling her cunt. Without moving her body she rhythmically squeezed her pussy muscles, milking his cock with tender strength. Behind, he desperately kept still, delaying his orgasm, but knowing it was hopeless to try as her cunt pulsed around his cock.

Finally with a cry his body shuddered, and his semen finally erupted. As he came he pushed his cock harder into her, withdrew so only the head remained inside, then plunged in a second time as another wave of pleasure overcame him. With the fingers in her ass he could feel his cock moving inside her. Again he plunged, pushing her body against the end of the bath as water cascaded over the floor.

Maya cried out in overwhelming pleasure as she came, the sensations causing her to lose all the strength in her limbs and collapse against the end of the bath. Slowly he removed his cock from her cunt and enjoyed the sight as he slowly pulled his fingers out of her ass, causing her to shudder again as a secondary orgasm enveloped her.

Spent, he collapsed back into the water, sending another deluge onto the floor. Maya turned around to face him and lay down in the water, her legs either side of his body. The islands of her breasts floated above the water as she looked into his eyes at the other end of the tub. “Have I pleased you tonight?”

Her face in the moonlight, in the aftermath of their pleasure, was so pale and tense that he wanted only to calm her fears. “Yes, you pleased me tonight. You pleased me well.”

“How much?” Her face was a picture of hope. Really, it touched him to see how she took her duty to please him to heart. She looked so earnest, as if she would burst out weeping if he claimed she had pleased him no more or less than any other woman could.

He decided to treat her with the truth. “More than any other woman, human or selkie, has pleased me before.”

At his words, her face bloomed into radiant happiness. “I have finally pleased you enough, then. I am glad.”

An uncomfortable suspicion burst into his mind. “You have pleased me enough for what?”

“Enough to get my skin back, of course,” she replied almost merrily. “You promised me on the beach when first you captured me that as soon as I had pleased you enough you would set me free. Now that I have pleased you more than any other woman ever has before, surely now you will set me free.”

“You have
not
pleased me enough.” He knew his words were harsh, but she was acting like a child again, and her behavior vexed him. It was high time she ceased to badger him with her ridiculous demands and reconciled herself to her new position. She was his mistress, his lover. She would be whatever he wanted her to be. He would treasure her and care for her, and give her anything she wanted, save for the one thing she asked for now. “I doubt you will ever please me enough to let you go.”

“Never?” The desolation on her face would have melted the heart of a weaker man.

He was strong, and would not be swayed by female tears. “Never.”

“Is there nothing I could do for you that would make you change your mind? Nothing that I could give to you?”

He looked at her as she lay in the bath, his body sill shuddering from the intense pleasure she had given him. She was so beautiful, this sea creature he had captured. His selkie had spoiled him for other women. He would never look at another one with lust in his heart—not after he had known Maya. “I will never change my mind. You are mine, and you will stay mine for as long as I live.”

God help him, but he might even marry her if she continued to please him this well. That would surely put a smile on to her face. He was, after all, Iain Argyle, Earl of Stoneleigh and without undue boasting he knew he was much sought after in the marriage marts both of Edinburgh and London.

There was much to recommend him as a prospective husband. He had a fine house in London as well as his extensive estates in Scotland, which more than compensated for his lack of fashionable good looks and the burred accent of his homeland. None of the women he had met either in Scotland or England could hold a candle to Maya. He looked at her with a tender eye. She was truly the only woman he wanted.

Maya looked little pleased at the prospect of staying with him. As he watched, she stood up in the bath, her sensuously curved legs and buttocks displayed to him, and clambered over the side. “Where are you going?” he demanded. He was not ready for her to leave him yet.

She did not answer.

“It would please me if you were to stay,” he said in a warning tone, as he watched her move over to the window on silent feet, dripping water as she went.

“I do not care about pleasing you any longer,” she said, her voice curiously dead and flat. She sat on the chair in the window, her chin on her elbow and gazed out to sea. Her hair lay in a wet tangle down her naked back. “Since you will not give me back my skin anyway.”

“Maya, I want you to stay with me.” Toweling himself dry, he padded over to join her in the window. “I want you to live with me and be my lover and my companion. I want you to bear my children. I cannot let you go.”

“It does not matter to you what
I
want?” she asked, in that same toneless voice.

“You will be happy with me,” he pronounced with finality. “I will make you happy.”

She did not deign to answer him, but continued to look out at the sea, a look of utter desolation on her face.

Chapter Seven

“Where is my skin?”

The housekeeper looked with a pitying eye at the naked waif that stood before her in the early morning light. For all the selkie’s nubile young body with its shapely buttocks and firm-tipped breasts, never before had she seen such a sad and sorry-looking figure. Her hair lay in an unkempt tangle over her drooping shoulders and her face was a picture of sorrow. Every inch of her, down to her very toes, spoke of desperation and of despair.

“Where is my skin?” The waif’s piteous cry would melt the heart of a statue.

“I’d tell you if I could, selkie,” she said, her heart bleeding for the poor sea creature kept on land against her will. “The master has done a wicked thing in stealing you from the sea and I want no part in his wickedness.”

She heaved a great sigh and crossed herself as protection against the evil she could see taking place before her eyes but which she could not stop. “He was like this even when he was a little boy, always getting in some kind of mischief or another. He never would be told. Not by me. Not by his mother. Not by anyone.”

“Where is my skin?” the selkie repeated, her voice low.

“I do not know. Truly, I do not.” She laid a hand on the selkie’s shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. Truly, she pitied the creature. “Or I’d give it to you at once. I swear I would.” For the sake of her two sons who made their living as fishermen, she would never willingly anger such a powerful creature as a selkie. She would far rather have the selkie’s favor than her anger, and the anger of her people.

The selkie winced away from her touch as if it were poison. “You cannot help me?” she whispered.

“I will look for it for you,” she promised the woebegone creature. In truth, she had already searched high and low for the skin to give it back to the selkie and save her master from himself. “If I find it I will give it back to you.”

The selkie considered her offer for a moment. “You have my thanks,” she whispered, as if she had no energy to speak louder. “For what they are worth.”

The housekeeper shuddered, a shiver of foreboding running up and down her aged spine. “There’s no good that can come of this,” she muttered to herself, as the selkie stumbled away on unsteady feet. “There’s no good can come of this.”

The old woman had told her the truth. Maya had seen it in her eyes—the mixture of pity and fear of one who would help her, but could not.

Despite the old woman’s eagerness to help her, she had little hope that she would find her skin for her. The master would have hidden it well. No, if she were to get her skin back she would have to rely on no one but herself.

No one else in the house was awake but a sleepy scullery maid scrubbing dishes in the kitchen, who gawped open-mouthed as she passed but could not be brought to answer her query.

She left the kitchen and wandered outside, the chill of early morning cold on her naked body.

The dew was heavy on the grass and her feet welcomed the cool wetness. Sliding her toes over the wet grass, she made her way over to the stables where she could hear the noise of clattering. Maybe one of the grooms would know what the master had done with her skin.