CHAPTER 7 Lost To The Feeling

When Tavington and Miss Bordon arrived back at the house, she dismounted his horse quickly, walking with purpose as fast as possible away from him. On her way to her suite, she ordered a bath to be brought to her room.

She relaxed a while later in a warm bath. After that, she took dinner alone in her room in the early evening. After looking over the finances and replying to some letters from England, she settled in for the evening.

Tessa removed her shoes and petticoats, loosened the collar of her dress, and relaxed into her favorite reading chair. She started reading one of Geoffrey's books, and became so engrossed in it that she lost track of time. As she looked up from her book, she noticed for the first time that dark had descended. The girl snuggled back into the chair and continued to read.

She wasn't sure what time it was when a knock roused her from the story. Miss Bordon closed the book and looked up at the door. It could only be one person knocking on the door after dark. It had to be Tavington, she surmised.

Dread filled her as she sat there for a moment. Tess knew he'd come wanting her to fulfill something of her bargain. But what? She shuddered for a moment then curled herself up in her chair, as if trying to hide from something.

Another knock. She stared at the door in apprehension. Maybe if she didn't answer, he'd go away. Tess Bordon looked about and saw the room lit with candles. She knew he'd already seen the light underneath the door.

Tessa rose from the chair slowly. She put the book on the little table. At the mirror, she quickly glanced at herself, making sure she looked halfway presentable. Then, she plodded to the door. By the time she got there, there was a third knock.

She opened the door, and sure enough, Colonel Tavington stood there, impatiently tapping his foot. "My, it certainly took you a long time to answer the door," he commented dryly.

She sighed and looked down. "I couldn't get to the door right way," she stated. She ran her hand through her long and loose reddish blond hair. "I was indisposed."

"Miss Bordon, must you continually make me wait," he admonished.

"Sorry, Colonel" she replied simply. She tried to hide her dejection. The girl really did not want to be with him tonight.

He walked in, handsome as usual. He was dressed only in his vest, shirt without the cravat, and breeches. "Shall we talk about our little deal," he teased, leading her with words to what he was there for.

"Well…..Um…..you see……," she stammered, "I was tired and was just getting ready to go to bed—"

"So I am just in time," he interrupted.

She said nothing to his sly remark and looked away. Tess tried to think of another way to get out of her dealings with Tavington this evening.

"Are you alright, Miss Bordon?" asked Tavington.

"Uh, I really just wanted to be alone here this evening," she apologized. "I am just tired."

"Oh," Tavington said coldly with raised eyebrows. He turned from her for a moment, then looked back at her. He cocked his head to the side with a soft smirk on his lips. "You've grown tired of me and your deal so soon? I suppose that your brother grows more tired of prison with each passing day."

The colonel always reminded her of this, and she hated it. Yet, she could do nothing about it. Tess looked down and heaved a disappointed sigh.

The Colonel walked over to her. He cupped her chin with his hand and raised her head to look at him. She was so forlorn. "My dear Miss Bordon, do not make yourself into a martyr. Your end of this bargain does not have to be the chore that you make it out to be."

She said nothing and looked away from him.

He continued. "It could be enjoyable if you would just let things happen."

"I don't have much control over that anyway," she snapped back. "You're making 'things' happen, whether I want them to or not."

"You have not pushed me away!"

"I tried to the other night!"

"It was not as if I raped you!" Tavington countered.

"No. You just constantly remind me of my father's predicament. You hold it over my head."

"You should not have made a deal you couldn't keep!"

"Yes, I know," she said, disappointed. She moved to the window and looked out into the darkness. She sighed again, resigned to her fate. "But, I am not going to back out now." She had made up her mind, yet again, to leave her body to Tavington and let him do with it as he wished.

Tavington was silent as he watched her. He thought her lovely, even in the midst of her self imposed despair. The commander watched her with anticipation as she walked about the room, extinguishing the candles.

Soon, the room was dark save for one small candle on the mantle. She turned and walked to William. When she reached him, she looked up at him. The emotion written upon her face showed him that she was surrendering herself and her body to him.

For an instant, he felt bad. He knew it would have been better to have taken the high road and offered to help her without the favor. But, he had desired her, as well. William could have her now in any way he pleased with Geoffrey out of the picture.

Will looked down at her. He put his hand softly on her cheek and caressed it. His thumb trailed across her lips. He then dipped his head down to put his lips to hers with an impressive softness. William then began to kiss from her neck to her ear. Her head dropped back and she sighed wantonly.

His mouth moved back to cover hers. He kissed her deep and furiously now. She melted into him and put her arms around his kissed her for a few moments.

As he kissed her, he moved her hands up to her bodice, wanting her to undo her own dress for him. She did so, slowly and nervously but without resistance. When she was finished, he kissed her again. Then his hands left her waist and slid down the side of her body. His tall frame followed his hands as he knelt on the floor in front of her.

The man looked up at her with those azure blue eyes, which pleaded for her to bare her chest to him. She crossed her hands in front of herself then tucked her fingers under the shoulder seams of her dress on the opposite sides. She pushed the garment off her shoulders slowly, letting it slip down her arms to Tavington's awaiting hands. He pulled the dress bodice down the rest of the way.

He thought she looked beautiful in the candle light. From his knees, he gazed upon her bare breasts with a gasp. Then she gasped as she felt his palms gently kneading them. His hands and fingers were quickly replaced with his warm and wet mouth. He hungrily sucked at her nipples, making them into hard, little buds. Her head dropped back as she did enjoy his mouth on them. She put her hand on his head and held it to her, not wanting his mouth and lips to abandon her buxom chest.

After a moment of this lovely torture, he stood and kissed her mouth deeply again.

Then he took her hands and led her to the bed. As they continued to kiss, they sat down together on the edge of the bed. He stopped his kiss to ease her back on to the bed. Then, he brought her legs up on to it.

As he stood up straight from the bed for a moment, he could barely restrain himself. She looked alluring, laying on the bed on her back, her dress down to her waist showing her luscious breasts, and knowing she had given in to him.

He was still fully dressed and did not disrobe. Instead he joined her on the bed. He caressed her breasts again as he kissed her ear. This aroused her and made her gasp.

As he created this furor in her, she reached for his groin. She found his engorged desire awaiting her. She began to knead him through his breeches. As she did, she felt his hand go under her skirt.

William trailed his hand up her stocking. Soon, he touched the bare skin of her thigh just above where her stocking ended. He caressed her thigh, and Tess gasped.

Her head spun out of control in anticipation. She wondered what his hand was doing. Then, she felt him cup her crotch.

Soon after, his fingers traced her femininity. She held her breath a moment as she felt them move over her.

He smiled to himself. She was wet, which pleased him. William then moved his fingers inquisitively into her intimacy. She felt like smooth velvet. As he parted the lips, his finger sought out her virgin bud. He knew he'd found it when she gasped as he brushed his finger over it.

This made Tessa jump. As he dragged his finger back over it, she gasped again. What was he doing to her? She only knew that every time he touched that spot, it sent sparks through her body and took her breath away.

Soon, his index finger settled on her little pearl. He caressed it with soft and gentle strokes. He watched her as her head dropped backwards and her body relaxed under his touch. He watched her chest rise and fall as her breathing moved in rhythm with his manipulations.

She couldn't believe how she was feeling. The sparks and the relaxation that coursed through her veins made her tingle. Tessa felt limp. She tried to suppress her own moans and coos, but could not. It felt too good.

Then, Will pressed on her a little more. His finger had made her womanhood swell. The slight increase in his pressure just deepened these new feelings and sensations within her.

After another moment, he began to stroke her just a little bit faster. She now began to pant. She felt as though she was losing control. It felt so good, but frightened her at the same time.

"Colonel," she cried, "What's happening to me? I feel like I am going to faint."

Her eyes looked into his, and he could see the pleasure and fear mixed within them.

"Shhhhh. Just close your eyes. You'll be fine," he cooed to her.

Tess felt an unexplained warmth building just below where Tavington touched her, in her thighs, and also within her pelvis. She could not control her panting. One of her hands gripped the sleeve of his shirt and his forearm. The other held tightly to the bed, a handful of the bed sheets within her fist.

In a moment, Tessa felt an explosion of warmth and tingling within her deepest being. It coursed throughout her limbs and shook her body. Waves of muscle spasms rocked her. "Oh…..Oh…..mmmmmmm…..Oh," she cried out.

William watched her intently as her first orgasm pulsed joyously through her body. He was pleased. He smiled at her small hands, which held fast to the bed sheets and his arm. He pulled his hand out from under her skirt as she lay there, still shivering, exhausted and panting for breath.

After a moment, when she had settled, he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her lips passionately. She wrapped her arms about his neck to hold his face there. She wanted to kiss him again. She did so.

After the kiss, Tavington laid his head softly on her shoulder.

"What happened to me," she asked him, still a bit breathless.

"I just satisfied you," answered Will. "That is how a man draws pleasure out of a woman. It is the same as a woman would please a man."

"Oh."

"Did you not like it?"

She thought quietly for a moment, then spoke. "On the contrary, I loved it. I never expected it to feel as intense as it did. I felt as if my body was going to explode or come apart."

Tavington chuckled at this all the while his fingertips traced leisurely circles around her nipples.

These sexual favors and the act itself, which she knew nothing of, kept bringing her unexpected pleasure from this handsome officer. She was sure that this would bring her more feelings of guilt and shame as well. But she would think about that tomorrow.

For now, she wanted to kiss this man again, which she did. And as she kissed him, her hand undid his trousers. Tess slipped her hand inside of them and pleasured him.

When he was spent, he buttoned his trousers and kissed her softly and lightly. Then, he told her goodnight, and left her lying blissfully on her bed letting himself out.

Tess Bordon continued to lay there on her back for some time, her dress bodice still down around her waist. Remnants of the feeling of her pleasure still lingered in her body. She stared up at the ceiling, in absolute amazement and awe of her first orgasm.