The Obedient Servant [Going for the Gold 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (8 page)

She could tell by the heft of the penis he rubbed against her thigh that he was not strictly a ganymede. She had seen men who could flow either way, and the idea that she was the first woman he’d touched since his wife stimulated her, too. She spread her slippers farther apart on the carpet to display her willingness to be mauled. It was very arousing that he was still fully clothed, yet he’d manfully managed to practically peel her to the buff. He didn’t seem irritated by the derringer she had in her garter, either. Most men would’ve taken it off a long time ago.

He gave her pussy a few more clammy slaps that sent shivers deep into her abdomen. She saw herself through Milo’s eyes.
I am not a bad-looking woman. I’ve aged well, even through all the travails I’ve undergone. I’m shapely with full, high breasts. Why shouldn’t a man this thoroughly gorgeous desire me?
“Corporal Vargas seems the shy type, the traditional—
ah!—
sort who would not want to be seen making love to another man.”

“Yes,” Milo agreed roughly. “He is. He thinks if he lets me dominate him he doesn’t have to admit he’s having sex with another man. But I’ve already had sex with him twice. That’s my limit. You’ll have to choose someone else for us to toy with.”

“You have so many—
ah!
—rules to your sexual pursuits, Mr. Stephens.” She liked calling him Mr. Stephens. It made what they were doing seem even more taboo.

“I have to have rules.” He tweaked a nipple. Tallulah had never felt more curvaceous, desirable, pretty. “Without rules, everyone gets hurt. With rules to adhere to, there are never any unexpected surprises.”

“Is two encounters your limit with women?”

Milo paused and a consternated look came into his eyes. She had succeeded in baffling him. “I wouldn’t know. My wife was my first and only woman.”

A victorious thrill surged through Tallulah.
I am only the second woman he’s toyed with? He’s so stunningly handsome, he could have courted one of Vallejo’s beautiful daughters, Leese’s daughters, the Richardson girls.
But her hands were literally tied, so she could not display to Milo how special this made her feel.
I’ll drop to my knees, that’s what I’ll do. I’ll take his lovely fat cock into my mouth and drain him dry, like he did to Corporal Vargas.

But before she could act out her desire, Milo switched from slapping her cunt to diddling her. Four-Fingered Sam had never bothered arousing her, nor any of his predecessors she could recall, and Ned had apparently been spending too much time diddling other settler’s wives to bother with her. Tallulah was so taken aback by the intensely erotic, enormous shiver of delight that spread through her uterus when Milo fingered her.

“You like this, don’t you?” A nasty, dirty tone came into Milo’s voice. With his lovely European accent, the way he licked her earlobe while talking dirty, and the enormous erection he humped her thigh with, Tallulah nearly sobbed with joy at having found him. She nuzzled his face, plying him with kisses, and brought one slipper up against the sideboard to balance herself and give his hand better access. She rubbed her greasy tits against his buckskin shirtfront, bursting with pride that she had the capability of making him hot.
Imagine all the women he’s bypassed the past five years. Women drooling, admiring his superbly rounded butt, women dying to get their hands on such a luscious specimen. He’s been secreting himself away from life for too long. He’ll see. I’ll have him eating out of my palm shortly. He can’t remain aloof against my wiles. Only
,
now he’s got
me
in
his
palm.

“Oh, God. Oh, God,” Tallulah whispered, gyrating her hips to indicate she wanted him to speed up his fiddling with her clitoris. For a man who had only been with one woman, he certainly was a skillful lover. And it was quite unselfish of him to toy with her, as he’d pleasured the corporal, putting the needs of others first. She kissed Milo’s face with loud smacking sounds, frantically, over and over—his bowed lips, his lovely hawk’s nose, the cleft of his chin. “You know just where and how to touch me.”

“You’ve got a slippery, juicy pussy. Cunt juice is running down my arm.” Every time he pinched her nipple, it sent a shock wave of lust into her sex. Tallulah wanted to suck on his tongue but she wanted to hear him talk nasty, too.

Tallulah panted, “If you let my hands go free, I could stroke your cock.”

“No.” That one word was authoritative, firm. “I want you here, helpless, at my command.”

“But I thought you were—
oh, God!—
showing me how defenseless and exposed I am without your protection.”

Milo smiled against her mouth. His expert fingers were sending a flood of sensation building up in her pelvis. She began to fear what might happen when the dam broke. “Exactly. Is this not a good demonstration?”

Tallulah tried to laugh, but only a string of gasps came out. “You…fucking…bastard. You really are a—
ah! Oh, God! Don’t stop!
”

“What am I?” She could hear the smug smile in his voice.
What an arrogant jackass!
He knew—and from only being with a single woman in his entire life!—that she was on the verge of an explosive orgasm. She teetered at the precipice for one long, agonizingly pleasurable second, holding her breath. He diddled her with sly, talented fingers, knowing exactly where to tickle her to coax the most massive climax from her. His free hand twiddled an oily nipple—that’s what set her off. In a shuddering paroxysm of spasms that clenched up every last female organ, Tallulah endured contraction after contraction until she begged for relief.

“Stop,” she whispered. But the bastard wasn’t about to.

He teased another series of spasms from her that wrenched her vaginal canal as though determined to break something. She was so wracked with the intensity she flopped back onto the sideboard like a beached fish, head banging against the wall, eyes squeezed shut, clamping her thighs together over his hand to make him stop.

“Too much?” he asked happily. “You come like an erotic, sexy woman. An absolute gusher.”

“Untie me,” she said weakly. She really wanted to push his hand away—her clitoris was so overly sensitive now, every tickle of his fingers sent shockwaves through her torso, into her nipples. She was also angry that Milo should have so much control over her. No man had ever made her come this powerfully. She was afraid Milo would use it as leverage to manipulate her. He’d have her trained like a faithful dog who kept coming back for more—only he’d said two encounters was his limit! She flashed angry eyes at him. “Untie my hands. If you think you’re going to have me under your thumb just because you can make me come… Besides, what about your ‘two limit’ rule?”

Milo looked thoughtful as he untied the drawers from her wrists. His long, fat penis still tented out the crotch of his pantaloons, but he seemed to have no desire for his own satisfaction—another attractive trait. “Perhaps the two-limit rule should apply only to men. I could see having a series of delicious romps with you, my sweet.”

“Oh, you could, could you?” Tallulah massaged her wrists and smoothed her skirts down. “Is that because you don’t care for women as much as you desire men? So you think you can toy with me whenever you want?”

Milo frowned. “Of course not. Don’t you think I need your permission?” He drew himself up. “I’m hardly the type to run around forcing myself on people, contrary to what some damned Spaniard
calabozo
guards say.”

“I shall need to think about your proposal. I need to go tend to my bar right now.”

“Of course.” Milo tipped an imaginary hat—he only wore the dingy red scarf tied turban-style around his head like so many of these backwoodsmen.

Tallulah nearly giggled when she saw he had breast-shaped, buttery imprints on his leather shirtfront. She was just stuffing her own breasts back into her
camisa
when heavy boots sounded on her front porch. She liked the way Milo spun about and placed himself in front of her, protectively, when her front door burst open, slamming against the wall.

It was only Origin, of course, fired up on
schiedam
and political fervor. “This is it! A messenger has come from Frémont that we must take Sonoma!
Agh!
” Origin cringed at the sight of Tallulah’s bared breasts. He nearly fell back into the wall when his eyes lit on Milo’s enormous erection, bold and audaciously swaying under the tight red cotton. He put a forearm up to shield his eyes from the poisonous sight.

Milo asked, “Has Frémont had a directive from Polk? Has the United States officially declared war on Mexico?”

“Well, no, not that we’ve heard.” Origin’s voice was muffled in his arm. “We’re all meeting at the Blue Wing. Stuttering Zeke is so oiled he’s about to storm into Vallejo’s and arrest him on the spot.”

“I’ve got to get over,” Milo told Tallulah. He seemed confused now, and almost boyish. “Ah, thank you for a lovely time, Miss Crabtree.”

Tallulah gave a little curtsy, now that her breasts were safely clothed. “Thank
you
, Mr. Stephens. I’ll let you know my decision on your proposal. I must come with you to the Blue Wing. If those roostered men are going to start tearing up my bodega, I’ll need more protection, some troopers. Origin, you can uncover your eyes now. We are decent.”

Origin took his arm away from his eyes warily, but Milo’s stupendous erection seemed to terrify him. “Corporal Vargas is trying to be the voice of reason down there, but I tell you, nobody feels like waiting any longer. There are only two troopers to protect the barracks today, and they are out catching cattle for Vallejo. Any more liquor and this town has fallen!”

Tallulah encouraged Milo out the door. She was right behind him. “I don’t know how levelheaded I wish you to be, Mr. Stephens. Once we gain independence, settlers will flood to California, and that can only be good for both our businesses.”

Milo looked hotly at her as they strode to the inn. “I’m not one of the more levelheaded ones, no. I see my farm and cattle threatened and I just see red.”

“I don’t blame you,” Tallulah agreed. And she thought he was the most admirable and brave man she’d ever known.

“Frémont has not even given notice to Captain Sutter at his fort!” cried Reynaldo. “Sutter is a great friend of Americans. We cannot take this action without his knowledge.”

Moved by oiled passion, Stuttering Zeke bellowed, “Sutter is from Switzerland! And he’s way over there near the Sierra. Let us make our own destiny here in Sonoma!”

Milo said with disgust, “You’re from Germany, Zeke. And I’m from Poland. Let’s not become confused with matters of national righteousness. We are all Yankees, plain and simple.”

Reynaldo shot the lecherous farmer a look of disgust. Milo had come stumbling in the door of the Blue Wing smelling of sex. He was followed by the ravishing Tallulah, who boasted the moist skin and sprightly eyes of a woman who had just been well-fucked. Reynaldo burned with envy. First, the
pendejo
had waylaid him in the tower, distracting him with a fabulous cocksucking. Now he had reached the divorced innkeeper before Reynaldo had a chance! Reynaldo vowed to not become distracted by that
pendejo
farmer again. This meant war.

Reynaldo shouted, “Frémont has become a leader of thieves! Semple, you agree with me. He outright stole those three hundred horses on the Cosumnes.”

Milo strode so close to Reynaldo the soldier could smell the fishy scent of pussy.
Pendejo
. “And your speech smacks of sedition, Corporal. Who are you to publicly doubt your commander’s orders? We must take and secure this headquarters of the Comandante of the
Frontera del Norte
in the name of the United States. Who is with me? Grigbsy! Fowler! Beaulieu! Bidwell! Zeke, I know how you feel about Vallejo.”

“He’s a bushwhacker!” yelled Stuttering Zeke. “We can’t trust anyone whose last name ends with the letter
O
! Vallejo is a greaser through and through.”

“Hey, now,” said Reynaldo, whose first name ended with an
O.
“If we take action without official orders from Polk, we’re nothing but insurrectionists!”

“The handwriting is on the wall,” Tallulah said soothingly, standing at Reynaldo’s side. “We can no more stop California from seceding than we can push a rising flood tide back.”

Milo put a foot on a chair and said loudly, “I solemnly declare our object to invite all peaceable and good citizens of California who are friendly to join us in good order and equal rights!”

“You must write a manifesto, Stephens!” yelled Cowie, a youth who had been a saddler. “You are the most literate of us all, the most eloquent.”

“Yeah”— Stuttering Zeke chuckled—“I’m a stumped old yokel, if the truth is known. You write a manifesto, Milo!”

“Why don’t you lead, Milo?” said Grigsby, who Reynaldo knew to be a fellow farmer of Milo’s on the upper reaches of the Sacramento. “Stuttering Zeke here is a hothead liable to lead us into the shit.”

Fowler said, “Yes, we choose you as commander, Stephens.”

The final straw was when the gorgeous innkeeper added her two pennies’ worth. “Yes, I think that’s a splendid idea! You need someone with drive and gumption.”