"If I were to have our dinner brought in here, " Cutler began. His icy blue eyes danced with childlike mischief as he held Anna's gaze.

Anna raised her head from its resting place on his chest and looked up at him with a raised eyebrow gesture of confusion. "Yes?" she asked warily, wondering in which direction Cutler could be going with such a question.

"Would you stay like this?" he asked.

"You want me to eat my meal naked Cutler?" Anna asked with widened eyes. She was sure that no one other than Cutler could suggest such an absurd thing and make it sound as if he were asking her to pass the salt.

"At this point, noting would please me more," Cutler replied. As she lay on top of him, one of her legs between his, Cutler rubbed his hand up and down her back. With each stroke his palm travelled lower causing Anna to wriggle her hips and unconsciously grind into him.

"I swear that your requests are getting stranger by the moment my dear one," she said. "Tell me what possible pleasure you could receive from watching me eat while not wearing clothing?"

"I cannot give away all of my secrets my sweet."

"But I only wish to understand Cutler, you usually encourage my curiosities."

"If I tell you, will you promise to fulfil my request?"

Anna smiled at Cutler, "If you do not wish to tell me Cutler I will not force you to do so but yes, I will do as you ask."

"Thank you my sweet," Cutler said. "But you should know that, at least this time, my reasoning is not so dark as you seemingly expect."

"Then pray tell, what is your reasoning this time?" Anna asked.

"I simply enjoy watching you in various stages of undress," Cutler said. He shrugged his shoulders in childlike innocence.

She was constantly amazed by his ever changing moods, one moment he could be so dark and threatening, the next he was the sweetest man she had ever come across. Anna had seen many of those rapid mood swings whilst she had been staying with him, and sometimes it made her worry, other times it made her terrified. But while he was like this, holding her tightly to his body and speaking with such soft tones, she wondered how she could ever be afraid of him, or worried in the first place.

Anna rolled her eyes at him, but she felt an undeniable surge of pride at his words. "You are insatiable." She buried her face back into his chest, taking in the purely male scent that was Cutler Beckett. Anna smiled happily to herself, unable to remember a time when she had been happier with the way things were going. She hid that smile lest Cutler infer something from it, his mind usually did jump to the strangest of conclusions. Though they were the conclusions which had lead them to where they were at that very moment.

"And you my sweet are hardly any better," Cutler said with a smirk. His hand trailed down from her back to squeeze the plump pale white flesh of her arse.

Anna rocketed upright with a squeal, "Cutler!" she tried to move so that his hand could not give her another surprise squeeze, but his other arm around her waist held her in place.

He felt a shockwave of pleasure surge through his body to his cock. Anna saying his name, whether she be moaning, whimpering or squealing it, the sound of her voice always garnered a reaction from his body.

Before Cutler could take proper advantage of the situation Anna's stomach let out the most unladylike growl she had every created. Anna worried for a moment that Cutler would disapprove, but he only let out a dark laugh instead.

"I suppose that I can take that sound to mean that you are hungry?" The fingers of one hand trailed lazily up and down her spine while the other still had its grip on her mounds of flesh.

Anna blushed, "apparently so," she replied. She arched her back as Cutler's fingers on her spine sent tingles along her skin. Anna's body had barely had any time to recover from Cutlers previous movements but already he had set her alight. Waiting until they were married to move on any further seemed like such a waste, it was only through Cutler's insistence that she had lasted so long.

"Stay right where you are my sweet, I will see how far dinner is from being served." Cutler announced shaking Anna from her thoughts.

"You want me to stay alone in here, like this?" Anna asked with widened eyes.

"I would not have it any other way," Cutler replied. "You can make yourself comfortable of course, but I will not be gone for long."

Anna wandered around Cutler's office awkwardly, her arms crossed protectively over her chest to hide her breasts although there was no one in the room with her to see them. After much searching she came across a blanket which lay neatly folded beside one of the many unorganised piles of books. It seems that sorting through his books had slipped to the back of his mind whilst Anna was staying within his home and between his sheets. For that, Anna could not fault him. She picked the red coloured blanket up, feeling how soft the material was to the touch. She wrapped it around her shoulders, enjoying the warmth that it gave her. Cutler's office was dreadfully cold, but he so enjoyed seeing her in varying states of undress, as he had admitted, that she could not bring herself to pull her dress back on and deprive him. That and the fact that he said the most charming and kind things when passion consumed him. Anna had thought that she would never get used to Cutler's attention, though the opposite was quickly proving to be the truth. She made her way back to the couch with the blanket still wrapped around her body. Anna sat down and made herself comfortable whilst she waited for Cutler, he had been gone for far longer than she had anticipated but Anna had no worry that anyone would walk in on her for as usual he had locked the door as he exited. Against her better judgement Anna curled herself up into a ball smiling happily to herself. The last thing Anna remembered was closing her eyes before she promptly fell asleep.

Anna awoke to the feeling of something cold and smooth being rubbed along her folds before delving between them and rubbing against her clit. The cold forced her to jump and recoil slightly, but as the object, whatever it was, continued to rub against her, it began to warm up. This was a sensation which she had never encountered before and knew immediately that Cutler must have something to do with it. As her eyes slowly opened she found Cutler kneeling on the floor in front of her, the blanket cast aside to expose her naked body to his scrutiny. In his hand she found the object which was running slowly from her clit to her entrance and back again. She could not believe what Cutler was using, but once she regained her composure, she realised nothing about Cutler should surprise her anymore.

"I am sorry that I took so long my sweet, though I must confess that I did not expect you to fall asleep so quickly."

"I did not expect to fall asleep either," Anna said through gritted teeth. "Nor did I expect that you would use a kitchen utensil in such a manner."

Cutler pulled the spoon away from her wet entrance, the smirk on his face full of dark mischief. "You should know by now that my methods are unconventional at best," he said.

"I know, but I did not ever think that a spoon could be used like this." Anna bit back a moan as Cutler ghosted the cold metal along her entrance to her clit. Anna was used to the warmth of Cutler's masterful fingers, the cold spoon was an entirely different kettle of fish.

"But do you like it?"

"I am not sure," Anna confessed. It was a new sensation, but it could not compare to Cutler.

Cutler tossed the spoon aside, as if he could read Anna's mind. "Stand up for a moment my sweet."

"Did I upset you Cutler?" Anna asked.

"Not at all my sweet one," Cutler replied. "Some things you will enjoy, others you will not. It is all part of learning." He held his hand out to Anna and helped her to her shaking feet.

"T-thank you for being so understanding Cutler," Anna stuttered. Sometimes she could not help but feel nervous in his presence, even despite all that they had done together.

Cutler's arms made their way around Anna's waist and pulled her soft naked body against his solid clothed one. "I remember something that you do enjoy," Cutler said.

"There are many things that you have taught me to enjoy Cutler," Anna replied. "Which one is on your mind now?"

"Just a little something we did on our second night together." Cutler spun Anna around and sat himself down on the couch. He kicked his boots from his feet and stretched out along the plush couch. Again he held his hand out to Anna and pulled her closer so that she stood before him. "Do you remember?"

Anna nodded silently and allowed Cutler to keep a hold of her hand as she threw one leg over both of his and straddled him as he lay beneath her. She positioned herself so that her already wet entrance was over the growing bulge in his trousers. Slowly Anna began to roll her hips into Cutler's grinding herself against him the way that she knew would bring pleasure to them both. Her hands were on his chest, using him for balance as she picked up her pace. The friction caused by his trousers left Anna clawing at Cutler's chest with her long fingernails. Gradually her pace increased further until they could both feel the couch beneath them moving and hear the squeaking of its springs. Cutler's eyes roamed from her parted lips down to her bouncing breasts, finding it immensely difficult to tear his eyes away from his favourite of her features.

"Lean further down," Cutler instructed.

Anna did as she was told, lowering herself so that her breasts dangled over Cutler's face. Pleased with her obedience Cutler cupped the back of her head, bringing their lips together. In one easy movement his tongue caressed Anna's and his free hands kneaded her breasts. Anna's hips and clit ground against his erection harder and faster and she let out long low moans of ecstasy.

"Oh," she moaned. "That feels wonderful Cutler."

A loud knock on the door interrupted Anna moans as she was on the brink of orgasm. Her hands flew up to cover her breasts and her eyes widened in utter fear. She froze on top of Cutler terrified to move as if the slightest movement would alert the person on the other side of the door to what they were doing together. Cutler saw Anna's trepidation and squeezed her hips lightly in reassurance.

He placed a finger to his lips in a silencing gesture, shifting beneath Anna. He rocked his hips against hers wordlessly asking her to continue her earlier movements. She looked down at him with a horrified expression which quickly morphed into a look of pleasure.

"Cutler?" she whispered his name.

Again he placed a finger to his lips to silence her words, "keep moving my sweet, do not stop."

Her eyes flicked from him to the door and back again. Panic was still evident across her flushed features, but the bucking of Cutler's hips against her quickly made up her mind for her.

"What is it?" Cutler called to the person behind the door.

Anna stilled temporarily her eyes begging Cutler not to invite the person in. Horrible thoughts of one of his maids walking in and seeing her naked atop and astride the Master of the home filled Anna's mind. The same thoughts filled Cutler's mind, though he found the idea far more enjoyable than Anna did. He saw how reluctant Anna was to continue with her movements so he sat himself up properly but his hands gripping Anna's hips kept her in place. He manoeuvred them so that his back was to the door, if anyone were to come in, they would not see anything of Anna that belonged only to him.

"Will you move for me now?" Cutler asked, though it was more of an order than a suggestion.

Anna nodded, understanding the meaning behind his words. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed their chests together, her hardened nipples rubbing against his rough shirt and causing the most delectable friction. Anna's head rolled back and she spread her legs wider so that she could feel his erection through his trousers better. Slowly she rose and fell, rubbing her clit against the material which confined his erect cock. Cutler leant forward and captured one of her nipples between his teeth, lightly biting at the peak. Anna's hips bucked forward and a startled cry escaped her lips before she could stop and regain control of herself. She wanted to whisper at Cutler to be gentle but she did not trust a much louder cry of pleasure to escape and alert the silent person on the other side of the door to what was happening. Cutler seemed to sense the pain that he was causing Anna and released her nipple from his sharp teeth. In an apologetic gesture Cutler slipped his tongue from his parted lips and ran it in slow circles around the offended peak. He then turned his attention to her other breast, licking so softly that it sent Anna arching forwards.

"W-W-Would you like desert in your office as well sir?" the voice of a timid maid called through the door. It came from one of the many maids whom Anna did not know the name of, but whom she knew the face of. On many occasions Anna had caught this maid's eyes roaming over Cutler as if she were a starved animal. Anna despised the woman. Cutler was far above the standing of the maid and yet the woman dared to look at him as if he were attainable.

Cutler studied the angered look on Anna's face and recognised it to be tinted with jealousy, though he had no clue why. Anna was astride him and she had his full attention, he wondered why on earth she would be concerned about a petty maid on the other side of the door. Anna bowed her head and claimed Cutler's lips roughly with her own. Anna licked and nipped her teeth along Cutler's lips to the same rhythm as the movement of her hips until he finally relented and parted his lips. Anna's soft tongue caressed his as she pushed his chest, lowering him back down to lay on the couch. If this was what jealousy did to her then he would have to make sure she experienced it more often. She was rough and dominating, though only because Cutler let her. Just because he let her straddle him and be in the dominant position for short moments did not mean that she held any of the power. She had learned to fear him and she had learned to lust for him, it was the perfect combination.

"Yes," Cutler said simply. "You may go now."

They heard the sound of footsteps leaving their immediate area, but Cutler waited a few moments longer so that he could be sure that they were alone. "Tell me something my sweet," Cutler began.

Through heavy breathing Anna asked, "what is it that you wish to know?"

"Why you have such hatred for Angelica."

Anna scowled, though on her soft features she looked more like a petulant child than a rage filled woman. "Since when have you been on a first name basis with your servants?" Anna said, her normally soft voice dripping with venom.

Cutler smirked to himself, Anna had taken his obvious bait. "I know the full name of all my servants sweet Anna. I find it helps to know as much as possible for when things get…" Cutler paused before adding, "messy. Now will you tell me why you hate that slip of a girl?"

"She watches your every move," Anna said with a snarl.

"Perhaps she is merely concerned for my wellbeing?" Cutler suggested. He knew that comment would get a rise out of the quick tempered woman who still straddled his lap.

"She is concerned for only one part of you Cutler," Anna hissed.

"Which part would that be my sweet?" Cutler asked.

Anna trailed her hand down Cutler's stomach, travelling lower until she groped his erection through his trousers. Cutler groaned as Anna's fingers rubbed and kneaded his cock. "She is concerned only for the part of you which belongs only to me."

"I see, or rather, I feel what you mean." He grunted as Anna continued her caressing, knowing that if she did not stop soon he would come undone. "Do you honestly think that she lusts for me?" Cutler asked.

"I do not simply think it Cutler; I know it to be true," she replied. "I do not know how you could have missed it all this time."

"Why would I pay any attention to a plain maid when I have a gorgeous Lady?"

"Correct answer," Anna said with a smirk of her own.

"She has upset you?"

"Yes."

"Do you wish to show her where she belongs?" Cutler asked.

"What exactly do you have planned for her Cutler?"

"Something simple but altogether effective," he said. "I will allow her to walk in on us whilst I am pleasuring you." Cutler waited for the customary outburst of disbelief that always followed his suggestions, though she always came around in the end.

"What if she speaks of what she saw? My reputation would be ruined."

"She can be silenced."

"You mean that you would buy her silence?" Anna questioned for that was the only conclusion that she could come to.

"In a manner of speaking, yes I would buy her silence."

Anna raised an eyebrow in question before realisation struck her. "You mean that you would pay Mr. Mercer to silence her."

Cutler nodded silently in reply. Inwardly he cursed himself as Anna stopped gyrating her hips, she was completely still.

"I would not have to see it?" Anna asked.

"I would never subject you to seeing such violence," Cutler said. "Unless, of course, it was something that you wished to witness with your very own eyes."

"Although I hate the woman I would not wish to watch her die, nor could I pretend that it had not happened."

"So you wish to reject my idea?"

"I did not say that," Anna replied quickly. "She deserves to be punished for the way she dares to look at you. I agree with your plan Cutler, I think it is a brilliant one."

"Excuse me sir," Mr. Mercer called through the door.

This time Anna continued rocking herself against his erection, she would not stop for anything now, she was desperate for release. She had been denied too many times for her liking, she needed to finish or else she would burst.

"What is it?" Cutler snapped.

"There is urgent business at the Company, Lord Blackthorne says that it cannot possibly wait."

"Tell him it can wait and it will!"

"He was very insistent sir."

Cutler let out a string of curse words under his breath in front of the wide eyed Anna. She had once again stopped moving, her orgasm denied. "I will be out momentarily, stall him for a while longer!"

"Of course," Mr. Mercer replied.

"My sweet?" Cutler called.

"Yes Cutler?"

"You have not finished," he said simply his eyes resting on her flushed face. He distinctly remembered bringing her to the brink with his earlier ministrations and then changing positions so that she could reach her peak through grinding and rubbing. So many interruptions had plagued them in what was supposed to be a peaceful afternoon.

"When you come home later tonight we can finish together. We can count it as the new day beginning then."

"That will not do," Cutler said shaking his head.

"I can wait."

"I know that you can my sweet, but why should you be punished for the ineptitude of others?" he asked rhetorically.

"I do not mind Cutler," she replied.

"But I do." Cutler dropped down on his knees as he expected Anna would do tomorrow. "I could never let it be said that I do not always please my woman." Cutler nudged Anna's legs apart and with no warning began to pleasure her. His tongue made rapid strokes up, down and circling her clit. He alternated those sensations with a gentle nip at the highly sensitive bud. His teeth grazing her clit sent her legs shaking with pleasure. Her breathing had become fast and unsteady signalling the beginning of what could only be a rapturous orgasm. Anna's green eyes had rolled back into her head as she struggled to keep from reaching her peak too quickly. Sensing how close she was to slipping over the edge as well as remembering that Lord Blackthorne had made his appearance. Cutler liked to take his time with Anna, watching every flicker of emotion cross her face and committing each detail to memory. However, this was not to be the case tonight, but just because he could not savour each moment, it did not mean that Anna should have to be denied so cruelly.

"Give up to it my sweet," Cutler said to Anna as he pulled his tongue away from her body. He rose up and focused his attention on her breasts, sucking her left nipple into his mouth and lathering it with his tongue.

"I cannot finish if you do not touch me where I need you to," Anna whimpered. The heat between her legs had grown to such a great height, but now that Cutler had redirected his attention, Anna felt that she was being tortured. Her hips bucked and she groaned in frustration.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are when you beg?" Cutler asked.

"I – I – I," Anna tried to speak but found she was unable. Cutler had pulled his teasing tongue away from her breasts and plunged it inside of her aching entrance. He fucked her with his tongue, being as rough as was possible. Anna was coming undone before his very eyes, her legs trembling and her words coming out as moans of his name. Cutler replaced his thrusting tongue with rough fingertips as he slid two of his digits inside of her. She gasped at the change, clenching herself around his fingers and thrusting her hips down against his hand. Cutler moved the attention of his tongue up to Anna's clit. He used the same alternating circular licking and biting motions from earlier. It was her final undoing. Anna bit down on her lip to hold in the scream of pleasure so hard that she drew blood. Her thighs tightened around his head as she held him in place, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. His fingers continued to thrust into her entrance and his tongue continued its gentle assault until her orgasm was finished. When he was certain that her aftershocks of pleasure were finished he lowered his head and licked her clean.

Anna's fingernails caressed his scalp, bringing him up to her level. His body knelt between her thighs which she automatically tightened around Cutler. She forgot her earlier qualms about kissing him considering where his mouth had just been, instead she pressed her lips to his. Anna trailed open mouthed kisses all along his jaw and back to his lips, forcing her tongue into his mouth in an act of desperation. His tongue quickly forced hers into submission as it always did. They moved together slowly, Anna's breathing becoming heavy to match Cutler's. His hands gripped at her hips, undoubtedly leaving bruises at the sheer roughness of his hold. Anna moaned against his lips, kissing him just as fiercely as he was kissing her, Anna's hands sliding up to run through his thick hair.

Reluctantly Cutler pulled away from Anna and pressed his forehead to hers. "We should stop now before things get out of hand."

Anna nodded, unable to find her voice.

Cutler pulled himself further back from Anna, his eyes scanning her flushed face. "Suck me clean," Cutler requested, though it came out as more of an order, his voice was low and filled with lust. He held his wet fingers to her lips, waiting until he saw Anna move forward.

She parted her lips and sucked his fingers into her mouth, performing fellatio on his fingers all the while looking up at him with her innocent green eyes.

"Good girl," Cutler whispered. Slowly he drew his fingers from her mouth and replacing it with his own. "I had best get a move on, though I do so hate to leave you alone like this." His words were sincere; he did hate the thought of leaving her alone in his office when Anna was naked and willing to please.

"I suppose that you should," she replied with a sigh.

Cutler helped Anna back into her dress, pulling the strings of her corset just how she wanted them. His hands stayed on her hips as he spun her around to face him. "I fear that you will have to have dinner without me," Cutler said, anger clear in his tone.

"That is alright Cutler, just make sure that you have something before you come to bed. I do not want you doing harm to yourself for the sake of another's incompetence."

Cutler gave Anna a rare genuine smile, "I would not dream of it," he said. "I will come and find you after I have returned. There is no telling how long I will be, so do not bother staying up and waiting."

"If that is what you wish," Anna replied, though she would not make him any promises. She found the concept of sleeping without him laying beside her to be a strange one, though they had only been sharing a bed for little more than a week. "Be safe," she whispered. Anna brushed her lips against Cutler's in farewell as she went to the dining room to request her dinner there and Cutler exited his home following closely behind the Lord Blackthorne which had ruined his plans so effectively.

I am so sorry that this chapter took me such a long time. I have been busy with university and work lately as well as planing for my university exchange to Sweden.
I know you do not want my excuses - I promise to do my best to have another part out soon. I do have written parts dangling around the depths of my harddrive - it is just a matter of making everything fit nicely into chapters.
Again - I AM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG - Please forgive me!