Scene 4
The Milkmaid and the Wicked Nobleman
It was the fall of our junior year at Dartmouth when I began thinking about a new…game. Perhaps I felt some reward was in order for having once again endured the separation we had forced upon us over the summer. I took it in pretty good humor, I thought, and when Bella was unavailable to…relieve my tension, memories of our caveman fantasy warmed my nights. Damn, that was a good one…
But one day after our return to New Hampshire, I was wandering around the property surrounding the house we leased when the monster drew my attention to something. And I suddenly began to focus on the barn situated a little way from the house. It's not like I didn't know it was there, but as we didn't have a use for it, I had never felt the need to investigate it before. So I did, pleased with what I discovered. The structure was in very good shape, clean and empty. It was a bit dusty perhaps, but had no smell or evidence of the barnyard about it. The monster had an idea…
I went to work immediately. It seemed a good idea to conduct this little exercise while it was still warm. The longest preparation time would be needed for the costumes, the most complicated part of this fantasy. Realizing this would be a consistent need for us, I located a costumer in New York we could use for this and future games, paying an exorbitant price to have my specifications followed to the letter and the items completed and delivered in two weeks. In the meantime, I had the barn cleaned up and a truckload of fresh, sweet hay delivered and strewn around. Finally, the few props we would need were cobbled together.
I had done all this without even speaking with Bella, but thankfully, she was not only agreeable, but enthusiastic when I explained the premise. I gave her a few parameters to work with, although as usual, she liked to be surprised somewhat when I was in charge of the fantasy, so she received only a vague outline. The costumes arrived and were perfect. I was extremely pleased. Now I had only to wait until the next weekend, which honestly, was very…hard. Often.
There was also one more guideline I wanted to put in place, and I attempted to justify it to Bella.
"Sweetheart…I think perhaps we should each choose a safe word this time."
She looked at me inquiringly. "I didn't realize this fantasy was going to be so…extreme. Do you really think we need one?"
"Let me explain," I offered. "It occurred to me that one of us might want to use the word 'no' or 'stop' or some such during role play, not really meaning it. But if you say the word 'no' I'm going to stop immediately, whether that's what you intended or not. And besides," I added, embarrassment coloring my voice, "I might want you to say 'no' or 'please don't' or beg or whatever. And while I realize that in…real life, no means no, what we're doing here isn't exactly real life. So it would only apply during our fantasies, of course."
Bella snorted with amusement. "I see—you want me pleading with you to stop."
"Well, now think of it," I defended myself, "it could be the other way around. You could have me…tied to the bed or something, doing wicked, wicked things to me, and want me to plead or beg, too."
Bella laughed with delight at my discomfiture. "I'm just teasing you. I think it's a very good idea. So now, to choose a word…something that there would be no possibility of uttering during playtime. Hmmm." She looked down at the cooking magazine she had been reading. "I've got mine—parsnip."
It was my turn to laugh. "Yes, that seems like a safe…safe word. In keeping with the vegetable theme, I'll go with…rutabaga."*
As Bella snorted once again with laughter, I asked why. "Edward, do you really think there's anything I could do to you that you would actually ask me to stop?" she explained.
I suppose she was right, there. The monster looked thoughtful for a moment and then shook its head.
Our appointed day finally arrived. After donning my costume, I stopped to inspect my image in the mirror. Starting at the bottom, I reviewed my reflection. Black knee-high boots began the ensemble, followed by rather form-fitting black breeches. A loose white cotton shirt with flowing sleeves was covered by a black cutaway knee-length coat, in keeping with the style of the time. Technically, I should have been wearing a waistcoat as well, but that just seemed like one too many pieces of clothing. I used my best efforts to correctly tie the white cravat around my neck over the high-point collar of the shirt. Whatever—it would have to do. A black top hat completed the outfit along with my only prop, a riding crop. The monster, who had insisted on a bizarre large green feather in its own hat, strutted like a showgirl.
Following a pre-arranged signal, I shouted "Take my horse, groom," before striding through the open doors of the barn, appearing as the arrogant nobleman returning from his morning ride. Next time I would definitely have to include a horse, I thought. I stopped and stared, a sly grin on my face as I leered at Bella.
She looked perfect. On her feet were black ankle boots, and I could see a bit of her black stockings peeking from just below the hem of her red skirt. It was hiked up a bit on one side, so the ruffles of her bright blue petticoat underneath peeked out. I had ordered a white, short-sleeved peasant blouse, which Bella was wearing off-the-shoulder. Quite fetching, really. But the true highlight was the piece she wore over it. And while I had drawn the picture, the seamstress had made it into a magical work of art. At that moment, the costumer had just won all the rest of our business.
It was a corset-like garment; well, it was tight and black and laced up the front, though it had wide straps like a vest. But the real miracle was what it did for Bella's breasts. Apparently the … corset thingie, with the neckline scooping just below her breasts, provided some degree of support. Because the globes of delectable flesh were exquisitely positioned, protruding outward and yet pushed together at the same time. They looked . . . edible.
On her head, Bella wore a little mop cap, and she had tucked her hair inside, leaving her graceful neck open to my view. Of course, perfectly placed tendrils escaped here and there in a most provocative manner. And across her neck was her "prop"—a long stick really, with a bit of a curve to go around her neck, her hands holding on at either end. On each side of the stick hung a pail, both of which appeared to be chock full of milk. A little ingenuity had been applied to insert a cover across the upper part of each pail, such that they appeared to be full when in reality there was only a small bit of milk in them. After all, I couldn't have my Bella holding heavy buckets of liquid. The end result was a very lightweight contraption. Nevertheless, she was the exact picture of the old fashioned milkmaid, somehow managing to look virtuous but sultry, all at the same time. My already animated cock fully hardened, and frankly, it must have been pretty obvious in those tight breeches. No wonder all the ladies were in love with Mr. Darcy…
"Well, well, well, what have we here?" I asked her while thumping my riding crop lightly against my leg, slowly approaching Bella.
"Good day, my Lord," Bella meekly answered with a tremulous smile.
Ooh, I really liked that whole "my Lord" bit. I think I got even harder upon hearing it. I know the monster…swelled.
"And you are?" I prompted, beginning to circle around Bella like a shark eyeing a succulent fish. Nemo, beware…
"I'm Bella, my Lord, the milkmaid," she answered shyly.
I stopped in front of her, edging closer until I was about a foot away. Removing my hat before my hair got too plastered to my head, I threw it on a bale of hay. I lifted the riding crop and dragged the end across the top of her breasts. "And tell me, Bella, are you a good milkmaid?"
"My…my Lord, please," she stuttered. "I'll spill the milk!"
"No, Bella. You shan't spill the milk. I will not have any incompetent servants on my estate. If you spill even a drop of that milk, you will be sent packing. Do you understand?" I tried to look quite stern, forced to bite on the inside of my cheeks to avoid an ear-splitting evil grin.
"Yes, my Lord," she said obediently, pouting fetchingly.
I had considered shutting the barn doors, but decided I wanted all the light I could get and so ignored them. After all, I knew there wasn't really any groom out there. Besides, I seriously needed to get down to business.
"Now, Bella…" I began in a low, husky voice. "I want you to teach me something, and remember—" I gestured to the pails with my crop "—you mustn't spill a drop."
"T—teach you, my Lord? What could I teach you?"
"All about…milking, my sweet." I used my riding crop to gently poke the tip of her breast. "You look singularly qualified to instruct me…"
Bella's eyes went wide, horrified, and my dick got even harder. It was going to stab a hole into these fucking breeches if this kept up.
I threw the crop aside and raised my hands to the drawstring on her top. Untying the bow, I peeled the soft fabric down, exposing her breasts. And they looked just as tantalizing as I thought they would, supported just enough to extend forward, their fullness plumped together and oh, my fucking God… I unintentionally licked my lips.
Bella assumed an appropriate expression of utmost distress. She looked up at me, eyes wide and pleading, and said, "Please, my Lord, please don't…" Thank God for parsnips…
I swear I did feel the fabric give as my cock responded to her pleas. Okay, so maybe I lied and I did want her begging me to stop in this fantasy. But the fact that Bella knew and acted it out for me reminded me of just why I loved her so much. Maybe I should buy her a little something—the Hope diamond, perhaps.
"But I need you to teach me, and with a lovely, full pair of teats like this, you must be…especially talented," I evilly purred. Enclosing a breast in each hand, I began to roughly grope them, squeezing rhythmically. "Is this the way?"
Bella closed her eyes, as if ashamed—fucking perfect!—while I continued my rough, awkward caresses.
"Perhaps this isn't quite the technique for milking," I said in a guttural whisper. "Maybe this would work better…" And I moved my attention to her nipples, giving them a sharp pinch, which elicited the sweetest whimper from Bella. As I continued to twist and roll her nipples between my fingers, her lips parted, and her breaths came faster. This had the effect of making her chest rise and fall rapidly, such that I could simply apply pressure to her nipples and her own panting was creating the tension that was now making her moan. It was fucking awesome…
"Remember, Bella, don't spill a drop," I reminded her in a harsh whisper as I lowered my head to her chest. One hand squeezed one of her breasts, popping the nipple up, and I clamped my mouth around it. Suckling forcefully, my free hand engaged her other nipple, manipulating it enthusiastically. I switched breasts every so often, but continued until I thought my back would give out. But I did love it when her nipples got red and tender, making them so sensitive. And I always kissed them better the next day, repeatedly…well, I mean, if she let me near them.
Bella was breathing hard and moaning "my Lord" now and again, which was fuckhot. Other than that, she was remaining admirably still, and I don't think she had spilled any milk at all. Well, she was going to be…punished in any event.
After fully satisfying myself with my…milking, I told Bella, "You can put the buckets down now, my sweet."
Bella carefully lowered the pails to the ground. Then she stood there…submissively (my new favorite word!), awaiting further instructions. I lowered myself to my knees, sat back on my heels and lifted Bella's skirts, taking a long, satisfying scan of what I found. Her black stockings were held up just above the knee by old-fashioned, adorable red garters with bows on the side. Then came an expanse of lovely white flesh, and as her skirt was raised to completely exhibit her lower body, even more pearly skin, the only variation being the dark curls framing her femininity. It was a breathtaking sight.
Bella breathed, "Please…my Lord…" and it sounded like a prayer. And so I indulged her.
"Hold your skirt up," I demanded, shoving the fistfuls of fabric upward so she could take over. "Now, spread your legs."
She hesitated before she whimpered imploringly, and when I did nothing but continue to stare at her most vulnerable spot, her feet finally began edging apart. At six inches I harshly demanded "wider," and then I reiterated, "Keep your skirt up." The monster flicked its riding crop in emphasis.
When about ten inches separated her feet, I looked up again. It was such a beautiful sight. Bella's eyes were closed, shameful desire etching her features. From this angle I could clearly see her naked breasts protruding from her blouse, evidence of my recent attentions to her nipples obvious. Both of her hands held her skirt up high, seemingly in invitation. Vulnerability exuded from her every pore. God how I loved making her display herself for me. My breath caught as I devoured every square inch of the scene before me.
"Oh, my Lord, what are you doing to me?" Bella lamented. "Please…"
My hands extended around her thighs before grabbing both cheeks of her ass, hard. Her feet slipped even further apart and her sex lurched forward, into my face where I wanted it. My mouth latched on with the same enthusiasm I had employed on her nipples, and too soon Bella was writhing against my face, sobbing in need. Her hands moved to either side of my head, pulling my mouth further into her flesh, her skirt dropping over my head, enveloping me in darkness. And suddenly there was nothing but her, squirming, slippery, involuntarily undulating into my mouth as I ate at her furiously. Her exquisite moans reverberated through the rafters of the barn.
Suddenly screaming, she grabbed frantically at my head, inserting her flesh even more firmly into my mouth when her body stiffened, and for a moment it seemed that my hands were the only thing holding her up. Then even that failed, and she fell to her knees, panting wildly, looking with glazed eyes around the barn as if salvation lay there. Her mop cap had been lost somewhere along the way.
Luckily, on her knees just happened to be perfect for what I had in mind next.
"Now, my sweet," I managed, desire choking my voice, "you shall suckle me." I gave her nipples another sharp pinch to make sure I had her full attention.
Bella refocused on my face, giving me a look of adorable confusion. "My Lord?" she questioned weakly.
I stood and unbuttoned my breeches, now exhibiting a large, wet spot where my cock had evidently anticipated act two, and pulled them down my legs a sufficient amount, and then had to unbutton part of my damn…blouse so I didn't have to hold it up like her skirt. I shoved it to the side and, with a bit of pride, displayed my…excitement to her. She could have won an Academy Award with the look of nervous dismay she gave as she stared at me. The monster, in the meantime, had removed the feather from its hat and was busy stroking itself with it.
"Oh, my Lord," she exclaimed, her voice thick with emotion, or perhaps suppressed humor, "whatever can you mean?"
"Come now, my dear, I mean what I said. Put it in your mouth and…suck." I thrust my cock towards her face.
She hesitated still, and oh my God, momentarily chewed on a fingertip in consternation as if I couldn't possibly mean what I said. Could she be any more perfect?
She continued to stall until I realized that this could be for my benefit. Whether or no, I decidedly took advantage of it. "Open your mouth and I shall show you," I instructed as I put a hand on each side of her head.
Tipping her face upwards, I gasped sharply as I saw her obediently kneeling before me, her lovely breasts on display, her mouth open wide, her eyes closed. With as much restraint as I could muster, I inserted my cock into her mouth and demanded, "Suck."
I had never done this before. I had never fucked her mouth. Bella had always been in control when it came to fellatio. But was it my wishful thinking, or did she seem to be ceding command to me, pushing her face forward to take me in while her hands remained idle by her sides? Whether that was the case or not, I couldn't help taking advantage, although I managed to avoid, barely, shoving my cock down her throat. But I kept my eye on her every second. I mean, I kept my gaze glued to my length as it disappeared into her mouth, and I'm positive she never showed any signs of distress, just sweetly sucking me off as I moved in and out with enthusiasm, grunting with every thrust.
Sooner than I wanted, it became too much. "Oh, my God, oh, suck me hard," I suddenly exclaimed in an unusual show of dirty talk. I was lunging faster now, holding her head steady, and I could feel my balls starting to tighten. "Swallow…it," I croaked in demand as my spunk began to stream into her mouth. I held onto her head as my seed continued to surge, my rhythmic outbursts becoming louder and louder. Thankfully, I was able to stay upright until I removed my dick from between her teeth, and then it was my turn to drop to my knees.
My natural reaction was to want to enclose her in my arms, but it didn't seem like the wicked Nobleman would react in such a fashion. Instead, as soon as my breathing recovered a bit, I clamped my mouth around one of her impertinent nipples, sucking vigorously to her responding moans. Yes, that's what I wanted—to torment my little milkmaid some more.
"Beautiful…" I whispered onto her skin, desiring more, always more.
I pulled up my pants and fastened a button, enabling me to stand and pick Bella up in my arms to carry her into the corner where I had earlier thrown a couple of soft blankets onto loose piles of hay. I set her down, looking her over, pondering my next move. Too many clothes…
I unbuttoned her skirt and petticoat and quickly drew them down her legs, chuckling at Bella's yelp as I stripped them off her and threw them aside. Her hands went to modestly cover her center, and I gave an impatient growl. Her eyes widened and she hesitantly withdrew her hands and slowly spread her legs open. Fuck me sideways but that was erotic!
Now the sight before me was much more entrancing, and I enjoyed it at my leisure. I had already discerned that playing these scenes reduced my recovery time remarkably, and staring at her now, her breasts jutting out, her thighs naked and trembling, her sex accessible at my whim, well, there was just no stopping the monster and me…
I leaned over Bella, gave her a fleeting but intense kiss, and announced gleefully, "And now, my sweet, since you have so generously instructed me, I shall teach you how to ride." I gave her a sinful leer.
"But my Lord, I am afraid of horses!" Bella insisted in utter dismay.
I almost laughed out loud, adopting an indulgent smile instead. "Don't worry, my dear. Your riding does not require a horse." Then I got momentarily distracted by a vision of Bella riding me while we both rode on a horse. The monster imitated a riding motion and screamed "Yee-haw!" bringing me back to the present.
I stripped off my jacket, untied the cravat, and unbuttoned my shirt, deciding to leave it on, just pushing it out of the way. I always enjoyed it when Bella was more unclothed than I. Pushing my breeches back down to my knees, my cock now stood, proud and strong once again. Or maybe that was me that was proud… Certainly the monster looked smug. I lay on my back, grabbing Bella and dragging her body so that she was lying on top of mine. Her breasts looked so delectable from this position, they decided my starting point.
"First, some more…milking, I think."
God bless her, Bella moaned and began to struggle a bit then. She knew my love of a little feistiness followed by a good seduction. I captured her arms and dragged her body upward, making sure her feminine flesh was aligned with my cock so I could enjoy her struggles even more. Yes, now every movement of her hips massaged my length, adding to the pleasure immensely. When her breasts were suspended above my mouth—my favorite place for them!—I clamped my lips around a nipple and hummed with pleasure. I truly loved the idea of making my little maid take an active role in her own debauching, so after I had suckled one nipple to my satisfaction, I moved my mouth aside and demanded, "Now the other one."
Delight filled me when Bella made the necessary adjustments to shift her other nipple between my open lips. She lowered her shoulders sufficiently so I got a good mouthful, and soon the movement of her lower body subtly altered as desire flamed anew in her. As her hips began to increase their pace, undulating harder and faster against my cock, a need for more urgency…arose, so I stopped my torment of her nipples, taking a moment longer to fondle her breasts roughly and admire the moist pink nubs, now practically aglow from my exhaustive treatment of them. The poor little dears…
I pushed Bella upright until she was seated atop me, her legs naturally opening to straddle my torso. Grasping her hips, I lifted her body up, away from mine, telling her to be still when she reached the proper height. I removed both my hands, used one to position my cock, and demanded that Bella slowly lower herself. Joy filled me as she slowly impaled herself on my cock, a series of delectable mewls escaping her. God, I loved that…
"Now ride, my sweet," I harshly demanded. "And ride hard."
I was so pleased I had removed her skirts, watching with rapt eyes as her intimate flesh met mine. She began to move cautiously, but I was indulgent, letting Bella find her stride. Less understanding, I shoved the monster away when I noticed it moving towards Bella's ass with its tiny riding crop raised.
I shifted some more straw under my head, positioning myself for a comfortable, up-close view of our joining, my eyes glancing upward now and again to see her breasts springing about—a truly inspiring sight. Having apparently gotten the hang of it, or perhaps just inspired as well, Bella began to bounce enthusiastically up and down, riding my cock harder. And I realized that if she kept this up, I wouldn't last long enough to bring her to release again, which I desperately wanted to do.
I splayed my hands on her hips and used both thumbs to simultaneously massage the flesh closest to her most sensitive spot. Bella moaned loudly, throwing her head back and shouting, "Yes, my Lord, yes!" How fucking hot was that?
More determined than ever, my thumbs moved faster while the growing speed of her bucking hips increased the manipulation of her inflamed flesh. Bella's cries became harsher, louder, methodical. I could already tell this was going to be a good…one, and I began to let myself grow more conscious of the relentless, tight caresses my cock was enjoying inside her. Suddenly she threw her head back, her body arched and froze, a strangled cry escaped her throat, and if I hadn't already been at the brink, that image alone, of her tortured release, would have thrown me over the edge. I felt my own body stiffen and a series of harsh grunts accompanied the pulsing of my climax inside her.
Bella wrenched my hands away from her flesh and collapsed atop me, shivering and clawing lightly at my chest. My hands rose naturally to stroke her back to comfort my poor, spent …servant. Oh, how I liked the sound of that! The monster collapsed into a heap of straw, a satisfied grin on its face.
I realized it was going to take some time to recover from that little escapade, so my hands continued their travels, expanding their territory, extending downward to Bella's lovely ass and thighs. A tiny whimper left her, because, let's face it, she knew I wasn't done with her yet. A paltry two orgasms could hardly be enough for my sweet girl. And while further…endeavors were beyond me at the moment, I had learned that the swiftest way to recover was to amuse myself with my plaything.
I turned us over and let Bella roll onto her back, propping myself up on my side lying next to her and gazing with admiration at her spent figure. Her hands came to rest on either side of her head, while her legs were lazily splayed outward, her whole demeanor one of surrender. Yes! I reveled in my latest victory. "Don't move," I whispered in her ear.
Bella pried her eyes open and looked at me suspiciously. She knows me so well… The monster gave an evil cackle.
Her breasts looked so tempting in this position, nipples pointing defiantly upward, the saucy little rascals. I took it easy on her at first, simply feathering my fingers over the silken skin, circling the rosy peaks, heightening her anticipation of when I might strike. Then my hand flew to her thigh, grasping her leg above the knee, bending and hitching it upward to lean against me, opening her further for my explorations. I sensed the momentary tensing of her body, when I'm sure she thought to shift her legs back together, but was immensely pleased that she relaxed again, putting herself at my mercy. Of which I would have none…
I lowered my mouth to one of those pert nipples, gently nibbling, while my fingers began to lightly trail up and down the inside of her thigh. I entertained myself like this for a while, teasing each tender peak, occasionally giving a sharper nip which would cause Bella to moan and roll her head from side to side. And then my fingers on her thigh progressed further downward, finally stopping to infiltrate her tender folds. My touch danced gently along her flesh, and I lifted my head from the torment of her nipples to focus all my attention on her swollen feminine flesh.
I repositioned myself to sit between Bella's outspread legs. My cock was now showing signs of life, starting to thrum with need. But first I wanted to witness Bella's complete undoing, watch the desire overcome her again even while her body protested such ill-treatment. So my fingers began their deliberate movements, while Bella fought me with her sounds, moaning her objections and, to my utter delight, whispering no, please no from time to time. I snuck a peak at the monster to find it savagely dicing a parsnip…
I touched her nowhere else, singling out her most sensitive flesh for all my efforts. Disregarding the fatigue in my hand, I sought only to bring her the ultimate pleasure. Now the tenor of her movements evolved, and Bella began to rock her hips a bit, needing to increase the pressure of my hand and accelerate the movement of my fingers. And I gazed down at her rapturously, struck by her beauty as she lay helpless in front of me, her eyes closed, her now unbound hair wild, her lovely breasts lewdly dancing with her movements, her lips parted to allow the frantic intake of air as her chest quickly rose and fell with her strained breathing, and finally, her glistening feminine flesh, so vulnerable between her widespread legs to whatever I desired. I watched, mesmerized, seeing the primitive impulses take command and her whole being become concentrated on one spot, on one goal.
When the moment struck, Bella's shriek echoed through the barn, and moments later she jerked herself away from me, curling up on her side, her breaths coming in loud sobs. I hovered over her body on all fours, and for some reason bent down and licked the side of her face in one long stroke, Bella responding with a silent shudder. I nuzzled her ear while her breathing slowed, and when it seemed she had recovered—well, as much as she was going to—I made my intentions clear.
"Since we're in a barn, it seems only fitting we behave like barnyard animals," I announced in a guttural whisper. I ignored her moan of denial as I snaked an arm around her middle and lifted her bodily onto her hands and knees. The monster gave me a high five.
Keeping her legs together and placing my knees on the outside of hers, I thrust my cock inside her and held myself still, buried to the hilt. "So, my little milkmaid, you have shown me what you can do with your pretty little mouth, and now you shall milk my cock again. I want you to pull and squeeze and milk me dry again, this time from this end, and I shall remain still and observe your efforts, which I expect to be both enthusiastic and creative." When Bella didn't respond after a moment, I gave her ass a small pinch and demanded, "And how do you answer respectfully?"
"Yes, my Lord," she responded meekly, making me grin like an idiot.
And so it began, Bella clenching her inner muscles around me, rocking her body forward and then leaning it back to take me all the way in.
"Yes, that's . . . it . . . my sweet. Very . . . good," I encouraged her. Then I shut up so I could enjoy both the sight and the sensations of her working my cock, which she did with an expertise I found momentarily disturbing. I gazed rapt at the sight of her fucking my cock as its length disappeared and reappeared with her slow movements. It was amazing, which was a bit surprising considering I had ceded control to Bella. But in keeping with the theme of our scene, it pleased me to have the innocent servant be compelled to further her own debasement. And I once again cursed the lack of reflective surfaces, so desirous was I of being able to see her face, to watch her breasts gyrate with her movements. The monster held up a tiny mirror, attempting to appease me, but I swore that regardless of the theme of our next . . . event, I would be able to watch from whatever angle I desired.
Nevertheless, I was still enjoying myself, so much so that I felt confident in both my ability and desire to continue indefinitely. But having used Bella so abominably earlier, I felt compelled by courtesy to hasten the end. And so I took over, grabbing Bella's luscious ass and holding her steady while I began to pound my cock inside her, moving faster and faster, lunging harder, building steadily to my release. As always seemed to happen on these occasions, I came with a savage cry, exploding with pleasure, and twitching as her muscles did indeed milk me dry.
I collapsed next to Bella, and cuddled up behind her, planting grateful kisses on her shoulders as I relaxed. And when my breathing had resumed its normal pace, I whispered in her ear, "My dear, you are far too talented to be a milkmaid. How would you like to be my chambermaid instead?"
The monster instantly produced its old feather duster . . .