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  have immediately sent word to her family and assisted her in returning home. He had

  absolutely no intention of doing so. This little slip of a woman made him feel a quickening

  of his libido he thought was dead. Besides, by her own admission she had been away from

  home, living in a brothel no less for six months. She could no longer expect her fiancé to

  still marry her. His conscious cringed slightly as he made up his mind. He was keeping her. Perhaps

  they would travel to New Orleans so her family could see she was alive and well, but she

  wouldn’t be going without him. A few minutes was all it took, and he was enchanted.

  The carriage stopped far too soon for Cherie’s tastes. He had been watching her with

  a strange intensity absently toying with the handle of his cane. Watching his long,

  manicured fingers sent tiny shivers down her spine. What would it feel like to have those

  hands caressing her? Licking her lips she forced herself to look up only to find him

  watching her with a faint smile. Such thoughts were wicked. She must stop.

  “We’re home, sweet.”

  Diego’s mansion was impressive, opulent without being pretentious. She didn’t get

  the opportunity to observe much because he ushered straight up the curving staircase into

  the master bedroom. A diligent servant rushed to light candles placed strategically placed

  around the room. All she could make out was the massive bed. Diego watched her bite her

  lower lip nervously while her nipples hardened with excitement even as her eyes widened. It

  was good to see she was not unaffected by him. She might be too scared to acknowledge

  the desire she obviously felt, but he was resolved to rectify that. Nothing but her panting in

  delight as he awakened her body in ways she had never dreamed would do. Moving close

  without touching he circled her as if contemplating where to start. Cherie shifted nervously. “Mon seigneur, mi señor, I implore you. Now that you

  know who I am, will you not help me return to ma famille?”

  Once again Diego stopped behind her, pulling her body flush to his. “Is that what

  you really want, mi belleza?” Leaning closer, he whispered softly in her hear. “Do you really

  want me to act the gentleman, hmm? To cart you off to a guest room to suffer a cold,

  lonely bed?”

  Cherie quivered at a breeze suddenly at her back. Belated she realized her gown had

  been completely undone. In a slow, languid movement his hand came to settle on her

  shoulders, rubbing in firm yet gentle circles. They were definitely a man’s hand, slightly

  calloused with implied strength. He was sliding her dress off in an almost casual manner,

  causing the light silk to pool at her feet. When had he undone her buttons and laces? She

  stood trembling in only her shift, having forgone a corset for her ill-fated little prank.

  Strong arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her off her feet to place her in the middle

  of the massive bed. He made no move to join her, instead stepping back to remove his

  clothing in maddeningly slow pace.

  Any thought of home or her former fiancé fled at her first glimpse of his chest.

  Though she lived in a brothel, she had never seen a man without clothing. As the jacket

  and shirt were discarded Cherie’s breath caught in her throat. Here before her was an upper

  body designed by God. He was all well defined muscle, sculpted and hard; his chest was lightly sprinkled with dark hair leading in a little trail her eyes followed to the top of his

  tight buckskin breeches were his hands were now unfastening the buttons one at time.

  Watching the delightful little vixen, Diego felt like howling in victory. Her eyes

  drank in every part he revealed, her pink tongue repeatedly licking at her bottom lip, her

  own chest heaving as she took it all in. He could just make out her nipples hardening in the

  muted light, making his cock jump in anticipation. He had to temper his enthusiasm,

  reminding himself she was a virgin and the very last thing he wanted to do was to scare her

  away. With patience he didn’t feel, he peeled his pants down, keeping careful watch of her

  reaction. He was not a small man in any respects. Her first sight of him fully engorged was

  bound to be a shock.

  Cher gasped as the sight of his manhood burst free to point directly at her. Mon

  Dieu, the man was huge! “You can’t mean to place that inside me! It will not fit!”

  There was no possible answer he could give and have her believe it. He stood at the

  base of the bed, allowing her to look her fill while relishing in the way in which her eyes

  stayed on him. Grinning wickedly, he elected to give her a little show. Clasping his rigid

  cock in one hand he began stoking slowly up and down, watching her tongue dart out

  between her lips in time with the movement of his hand. Soon he would watch those

  luscious lips wrapped around him as he slid in and out of her hot little mouth. Just the

  thought caused him to leak tiny drops of pre-come. Cher gasped as she watched his root seep out pearly drops of fluid. Thinking he had

  somehow hurt himself she flew across the bed to cradle the appendage in her hands.

  “Are you all right?”

  Good God, she was going to kill him! Her face was so close she could feel the subtle

  heat of her breath against his enflamed skin. His hips thrust forward of their own accord

  causing his cock to brush against her lips. Diego was not sure what he expected her to do,

  move back perhaps, wipe the small amount of natural lubricant off with a frown; instead

  Cherie placed a gentle kiss right on the tip.

  “Abre la boca, cariño,” he encouraged, slipping just a few inches into her mouth as

  she dutifully opened wide.

  Without instruction or further encouragement, Cherie began to tentatively suck on

  the enflamed length she could fit in her mouth. She moved in jerky back and forth

  movement at first, then gradually moving in time with the guiding hand he placed behind

  her head. Cielo dulce the woman was lethal! By small increments he fed her more and more

  until he was hitting the back of her throat.

  “Relax your throat, meija. Just swallow…sí meija just like that.”

  Cherie was awash with feeling she could not describe. She hadn’t meant to put it in

  her mouth, but seeing it up close she was curious. At first she believed he was in some kind

  of pain, she had only meant to kiss it, maybe to make it feel better. Once she tasted him, Mon Dieu, it was intoxicating. When he slipped it in her mouth and began to move back

  and forth, it gave her a heady sense of power, making her feel alive and oh so feminine. She

  loved that she had made him growl deep in his throat, that he wrapped his hand in her hair

  urging her forward. If she had felt wet and achy before, she was positively dripping with

  need now. Her quim was wet and swollen, the small ache she had experience far too often

  exploding into raging need. All too soon he pulled himself away. She leaned forward trying

  to recapture her prize only to be held back.

  “No more of that, querida. I will not last.” Stoking her cheek he smiled down and

  the dazed look in her eyes. “Lay back bebé, let me make you feel good.”

  Cherie did so without a thought. She would do anything to fill the burning need

  coursing through her body. He took her lips in a savage kiss, his tongue invading her

  mouth his hands everywhere at once; he was not
giving her time to think, he was simply

  taking what he wanted like the conquistador he was. She jumped when his fingers found

  her core, wanting to push him away but needing so desperately ever touch, every caress.

  “Please,” she begged, arching as he plunged one thick finger into the very heart of

  her. The friction burned as he stretched her, but not in a bad way. It was a painful pleasure,

  making her cant her hips for more, a deeper penetration.

  “Please what ?” He murmured kissing and nipping along her ear. Please what? How was she supposed to know? She had no idea what she needed, but

  she knew she needed something more. “I- I think I hurt,” she whimpered spreading her

  thighs as another finger joined the first. It hurt so good she wanted to cry.

  Her hips were moving in time with his questing fingers, gasping at the sensation

  those devilishly delightful digits were creating. Oh, God she needed more. His mouth was

  traveling down the side of her face to her throat until he reached her painfully swollen

  nipples where he licked, suckled then bit just enough to make her scream. She could feel

  her body hurtling toward something momentous but it was just out of reach. She pleaded,

  demanded but he would not relent in his total onslaught.

  Just went she thought she would go insane, he whispered, “Now, querida! Come for

  me now.”

  Cherie shrieked as her body flew apart. She could feel herself convulsing around the

  fingers still stroking in and out of her, soaking both of them with evidence of her desire.

  “What an obedient little pussy,” he praised, finally slipping his fingers out to bring

  them to his lips. “And so sweet.”

  She couldn’t speak. What had he just done to her? She was not so naïve as to believe

  he had taken her virginity – not yet anyway, but she had never imagined anyone being able

  to make her feel the way this man had. It appeared there was a lot more to this making love thing than she thought. She watched in fascination as Diego slid down her body to rest his

  head in between her thighs. What would he do now?

  She almost jumped out of her skin when she felt his tongue slide across her. “What

  are you doing?” She was shocked not so much that he would lick her there, but that it felt

  wickedly wonderful.

  “I am tasting my puss,” came the simple reply followed by a slow, long swipe of the

  tongue.

  “What?”

  Diego lifted his head to watch his new lover trying to squirm away. “Be still,” he

  demanded.

  She stilled immediately. Oh, she was too perfect to be true. He had suspected she

  would be susceptible to his particular needs, though he planned on breaking her in slowly.

  It appeared she would need very little tutoring. He had no doubt outside the bedroom she

  would be a stubborn little imp, but here in his bed, she was proving to be shockingly

  perfect. To test his theory he sat up abruptly.

  “Turn around,” he ordered firmly, but without rancor.

  She did as she was told without question. Smiling ruefully he landed two sharp

  smacks on each cheek of her succulent ass, watching a faint red blush spread across her

  buttocks, then reached between her legs. Cherie offered nothing more than a surprised “Oh!” and when he felt her pussy grow wetter it was all he could do not come on the spot.

  So wonderfully responsive; he might have to keep her in his bed for at least a week, just to

  explore every inch of her delectable body.

  “I said I am tasting my puss,” Diego rubbed the reddened area softly as if to smooth

  away the sting. The way she sighed and pressed back into his hands made his cock jump. “I

  want you to lie down and spread you legs for me.”

  She did so immediately.

  “Good girl,” Diego murmured sinking his face in between her leg. Just the scent of

  her made his mouth water.

  He sank his tongue deep into her weeping cunt, scraping her inflated clit lightly.

  Cherie’s back arched completely off the bed. It was too much! She had thought his fingers

  felt like a twisted mixture of heaven and hell but this! A burning pressure built in her lower

  belly much stronger than before. And she had thought his fingers had taken her to heights

  she had never known, his tongue was going to kill her!

  “S'il vous plait, Monsieur. Je ne peux pas prendre davantage!” Cher pleaded. Her entire

  insides felt like lava racing towards an inevitable explosion.

  “Yes, you can take more and you will,” came the muffled reply. Diego alternated

  suckling her clit and thrusting his tongue inside her all while lapping her juices like a man

  dying of thirst. He was aching to be inside her but he had to make sure she was as ready as possible. A few seconds later, she went rigid, her hip jerking against his seeking tongue. He

  wanted until she relaxed fractionally, then in one stride he lifted himself completely over

  her to drive his cock fully inside her sung little walls. Cherie gasped in an enthralling

  mixture of pleasure and pain, the burn rushing down to her very toes before settling into

  aching itch. She felt so full, so complete, but still unfulfilled. Instinctively her legs clasped

  around his waist as if willing him deeper. She could feel him deep in her womb already,

  stretching her to her limit. There was more, she knew it. She needed to find out what it

  was.

  Diego held himself perfectly still reveling in the way she gripped him close. She felt

  like velvet heat wrapped tightly around his shaft; it was better than anything he could have

  imagined. She was so tight it took every ounce of willpower in him not to drive into her

  like a madman.

  “How does it feel, bebé?” he whispered as he began to slowly move. This was going

  to kill him. Her insides gripped him tighter as she began to move with him. Her hips lifted

  seeking his stroke, her hands clinching him until her nails began to dig into his skin. “This

  is my pussy, sí? No other man will ever know what a perfect little pussy you have.”

  Possessiveness came naturally as breathing. She had been born for him, the events leading

  up to this moment was nothing short of divine fate. Cherie couldn’t have answered him even if she tried. With every movement she felt a

  new burning sensation. Her entire body throbbed and tingled beneath his onslaught. She

  had long since stopped trying to analyze the thrilling sensations he had awakened in her, all

  she knew is she never wanted them to end. Lifting her hips to meet his she let her body ride

  on a wave of unbelievable bliss desperate to see if this too would lead her to that mystical

  pinnacle she was afraid she could become addicted to. His strokes grew faster, pounding

  into her with more force. Cherie went along with it, locking her legs around him while

  clutching him to her. Never had pain felt so very good.

  “Sí, bebé, just like that,” her murmured in her ear. “Give it all to me.”

  Diego grabbed her hips as he began to slam into her in earnest. She was so wet, so

  tight. He loved the way she cried out her pleasure as he rode her harder and harder, unable

  to hold back. He wasn’t going to last but he needed to take her over the edge with him.

  Reaching between them he found the pearl of her clit and pressed down. “Come for me

  bebé. Come now!”

  Cherie screamed holding on to him for dear life as her world exploded. Vaguely she

/>   could feel his seed filling her as he groaned harshly. She was utterly at this man’s mercy,

  and she couldn’t care less. All that mattered was this one perfect moment. Diego shifted to his back pulling Cherie on top of him. He was still buried inside

  her; nothing on earth could make him leave the warm cocoon he had just made his own.

  “Did I hurt you, querida?”

  “It was better than I ever imagined it would be. We can do it again soon, oui?”

  He grinned at the statement and at the way she snuggled into his chest. Damn, but

  she knew how to make a man feel like a man. For that alone, he knew he could never let

  her go.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Christine did not get to be a successful Madame without learning how to read

  people. Her uncanny ability to read the needs, wants, and true desires of all her customers

  was something she prided herself on. Instinctively she knew the young man striding

  purposefully toward her now had absolutely no interest in anyone or anything she had for

  sell here. Taking in his manner of dress and his carriage, he could only be one of the proud

  overbearing French she thought she had left behind in New Orleans. Merde! That could

  only mean he was here for Cherie. Given his age and the tension radiating from him, he

  was probably the fiancé the girl had cried over for the first three month she had been with

  them.

  It had been over six months since Capitán de Aguilar had strode into Christine’s

  private parlor and informed her he had come for Cherie’s belongings and she would not be

  returning. Truth be told, she had been somewhat relieved. What was there for a gentle bred

  girl who had lost all of her connections to do in an isolated backwater with little society

  and no prospects? Cherie was no whore; Christine could have never forced her to become

  one of the “working girls”. In fact, she hadn’t allow Cherie anywhere near that section of

  the house.

  How the good captain had seen her was still a mystery; but the deed was done. By all accounts, Diego treated Cherie like more than a mere mistress. She was his

  hostess whenever he entertained important guests, she never went out unescorted, and

  Diego had even imported a dressmaker from Cuba to ensure Cherie was attired in the

  height of fashion. Christine was graciously allowed to visit her former ward, though she