Anna awoke early, far earlier than she would ever have liked but Cutler's continual sleep-mumbling had roused her and now she had no hope of returning to sleep. He was so quiet that she could not make out his words, but she could feel the rumble of his voice in his chest as it pressed against hers and the sensation kept her awake. Slowly his mumbling had combined with twitches of his arms, gradually constricting tighter around Anna. Whatever Cutler was dreaming about, Anna thought it best that she did not wake him, lest she want a repeat of the last time Cutler had a nightmare.
She allowed her mind to drift to her future which she hoped would be hers should her Father agree to let Cutler court and marry her. The only obstacle to such a plan would be her dearest Mother, the powerful Lady Sullivan. Her Mother was respected and feared in equal measure and had a reputation for being ruthless towards those who she did not feel belonged within her circle. Her Mother cared very much about the purity of bloodlines and though Cutler would be made a Lord soon, but that did not change the fact that he was, for all intents and purposes, a commoner, the son of a shipping merchant and nothing more. As far as the elder Lady Beckett was concerned, Cutler Beckett was far beneath the standing of her family, something which she had often made very clear to Anna. When Anna had spent the week of Cutler's departure in the most upset of states her Mother had not been consoling, instead she had taken the time to emphasise the differences in their social standings. At first Anna had thought that her Mother was trying to distract her from her heartache in an unconventional manner, but it soon became clear that this was not the case. Lady Sullivan also seemed to take great pleasure in reminding Anna that Cutler was of the age of marry and who knew what kind of woman he would bring home with him from the 'Land of the Rising Sun' as she had so eloquently called it. She also hinted at things which Anna's young mind did not then understand, oh but Anna understood perfectly well now and it set her blood aflame to remember her Mother's cruelty. The older woman had made the strong point that even if Cutler did not return home with a wedding band adorning his finger, he would not return home alone. Lady Sullivan hinted at half-caste children running about Cutler's estate while Anna, should a proposal even be considered, became a cuckolded wife. For what man would ever want a delicate English woman whom fainted with too much sunshine when they could have an exotically coloured beauty who knew nothing of the rules of propriety, or in fact, the meaning of the word?
Anna remembered racing to Helen and asking her what cuckolded meant and though she had received a tentative answer from the woman she would always think of as being her true Mother, she had never truly understood.
Anna let out a low sigh, continuing her slow massage of Cutler's scalp with the gentlest of motions. His return had been nothing like what her Mother had tormented her with, but it did make Anna wonder about more things she wished she had not thought of. Anna shook her head effectively forcing those nagging thoughts to the back of her head.
Even when Anna was only twelve years of age, she knew that Cutler Beckett was the only man for her. Despite her many differences with her Mother, they shared one vital trait in common, both women always got what they wanted. Anna wanted nothing less than to be married to Cutler Beckett and married to him she would be. She would not let her dear Mother stand in the way of her achieving that, despite what the older woman had already threatened her with or what she still could threaten Anna with.
After what felt like aimless hours of being awake, Anna felt Cutler begin to stir. For a reason that she could not explain, Anna snapped her eyes shut and pretended to be asleep, taking careful measures to ensure that her eyes were not screwed tightly shut in an unnatural looking manner.
She could feel the unmistakeable sensation of Cutler's soft lips trailing the valley of her breasts. It wasn't a hungry or urgent trail of kisses that he was leaving; instead they were gentle and seemingly full of tender love. It made Anna's heart stir to feel such a soft touch from a man who was anything but. He was only like this when they were alone, his tenderness increasing when he thought that she was asleep. Anna remained still as Cutler continued to leave soft pecking kisses on her breasts. Slowly he took the nipple of her right breast into his mouth, suckling on it and running his tongue around the peak in leisurely circles. Anna could not stop the moan that forced its way from her lips. Cutler pulled away from her breast and instead placed his lips to hers. His lips on Anna's were soft, his tongue running along her bottom lip in a silent plea for entrance. Anna parted her lips and allowed his tongue in. His tongue rubbed against hers as he slowly positioned himself between her legs, his hands on her hips. Anna closed her eyes, losing herself to the feeling of Cutler's body pressed against hers, each thrust of his tongue encouraging her body to rise up and rub against Cutler.
Cutler broke away leaving a breathless and dreamy-eyed Anna smiling beneath him.
"On our wedding night, I shall have you like this," Cutler whispered.
"All the more reason for me to look forward to it," Anna replied with a happy giggle.
Cutler gave Anna a rare, but lately not so rare, genuine smile. "Our time will come soon enough my sweet."
"Not soon enough," Anna said with a pout.
"Patience is a virtue," Cutler said. His eyes took on the most mischievous of glints as a dark smirk spread across his lips. "Stay here my sweet one while I go downstairs and bring you back a treat." He untangled himself from Anna and began to make his way to the door.
Anna raised her eyebrow at him, "you mean to tell me that you will go about the house unclothed Cutler?"
"It is my house," Cutler replied, emphasising his ownership.
"And a magnificent house that it is," she said. Her eyebrow remained raised as she surveyed Cutler's naked body standing before her. Unconsciously she ran her tongue over her bottom lip, "at least put some trousers on Cutler, or have you no modesty?"
Cutler smirked wickedly at Anna, "If I were modest, then I would never have risen to the rank that I currently occupy."
She glared jokingly at Cutler, "that is not what I meant and you know it."
"Then perhaps next time you shall be more careful with your words, I am not a mind-reader my sweet Anna," Cutler replied. He made his way to the side of the bed and leant down to Anna's level, placing the softest of kisses on her forehead. He narrowly missed the playful swat of Anna's hand coming towards his chest. Instead he caught her hand and raised it to his lips, leaving a small his on the back of her hand. "Make yourself comfortable my sweet and I will be back soon."
Anna barely managed to control her shout of victory as Cutler grabbed his trousers from the floor, pulled them on quickly and exited the room without another word.
"A bottle of wine Cutler? I think it may be a tad early to begin consuming alcohol."
"We will not be consuming it in the traditional manner my sweet," Cutler said. "The sun is not yet out so we could consider it still to be night time." He stood at the foot of the bed, then opened bottle in one hand. He wore only trousers which hung loosely from his hips, licking his lips, Cutler took in the image of Anna lying against the large white pillows. Her pale body was bare before Cutler's intense gaze, he had studied her naked form so much so that now when he closed his eyes he could still see each and every curve.
Anna looked at him as if she were considering the truth of his words, "alright then," she said without the need for further convincing. "How shall we be consuming the wine if not in the tradition sense?"
"Come to me and I will show you," Cutler's finger curled in a beckoning gesture. Anna rose gracefully from the bed and came to a stop standing before him, her hands clasped behind her back forcing her breasts forwards. Cutler placed his hand on the small of her back and guided Anna to the oriental rug by the fireplace of his bedroom. Cutler had spent a lot of money on the ornately decorated rug, counting it amongst his most prized possessions. Cutler tossed a pillow onto the floor and helped Anna lower herself to the floor. She lay on the rug, her head resting on the pillow with one hand behind her head. Her legs were slightly raised and Cutler found his cock beginning to harden at the mere sight of Anna sprawled so invitingly before him. She raised a finger and curled it towards Cutler, beckoning him to come closer to her.
Cutler smirked at Anna and dropped to the floor so that he was hovering over her, a hand on either side of her head. He closed his eyes for the briefest of moments and pictured Anna with her legs clamped tightly around his waist. He pictured his hands on her hips positioning her in just the right place. Anna's breasts bounce with each thrust he pounds into her body and her head tosses back and forth as she moans in pure pleasure.
"What are you thinking about Cutler?" Anna asked, breaking him from his daydream.
"I am thinking of what it would be like to have the pleasure of," Cutler paused and lent closer to Anna's ear. "Taking you right here."
Anna blushed at his choice of words, but she quickly found her courage once again. "Pray tell me dear Cutler, how would you take me," Anna paused and lowered her hand to cup his growing erection before continuing, "right here?"
He smiled darkly at Anna and placed the bottle of wine safely on the floor away from where she was laying. "Would you enjoy something of a demonstration my sweet?"
"We are all alone Cutler, I can think of nothing that I would enjoy more."
"For this one, I need you to be on your hands and knees, though I do so appreciate the view I currently have."
Slowly Anna rose up to her knees before turning her back to Cutler and placing her hands on the floor, her plump buttocks facing him. "Like this?" she asked, her innocent questions would be his undoing one day.
"Precisely like this," he whispered to Anna.
"I do not understand how this one will work," she said.
Next she felt Cutler's body directly behind her and Anna gasped in surprise. His fingers grasped her hips and pulled her backwards. Unbeknownst to Anna Cutler had slipped himself free of his trousers and now the tip of his cock pressed to Anna's entrance. Cutler grasped his throbbing erection and pushed it down so that it no longer threatened to steal Anna's innocence. Anna could feel his warm solid shaft press against her clit once Cutler moved himself. "Do you understand now? He whispered. Cutler bent his body over Anna's so that he could whisper his words into her ear.
"I think that I will come to like this one," Anna stated simply.
"Mmmm, yes, I enjoy this position as well, but I do prefer to see those beautiful breasts of yours."
"There is a mirror in your bathroom, I am sure if you positioned it right, you could see whatever it was that you wish to see."
"Oh my sweet you truly are brilliant," Cutler said, placing a kiss on the small of her back. "You must remind me of the mirror at a later date."
"I shall do my best."
Cutler rubbed Anna's back, "come and lay back down as you were before," he instructed.
Anna removed her warm body from Cutler's and lay back down against the pillow in the same way as before. Cutler was about to tuck himself back into his trousers when Anna stopped him.
"You know that I trust you Cutler, I am sorry that I ever even for the slightest moment doubted you," she said. "You do not have to go to such lengths if they make you uncomfortable."
Cutler nodded and pulled his trousers off, leaving himself as naked as Anna, his cock unrestrained. He lay on his side and rubbed his hand up and down Anna's stomach, travelling lower each time. "Are you ready to see what the bottle of wine is for?"
Anna's emerald eyes trailed from Cutler's eyes down his body to rest on his erect shaft, "For you, I am always ready."
Cutler stretched over Anna and grasped the neck of the bottle. He rose to his knees, leaning over Anna with the bottle held firmly in his hand. He carefully poured the dark red wine onto Anna's waiting body, trailing a line between her breasts and down to her entrance.
"Do you understand now?" Cutler asked with a smirk.
Anna smirked back at him but feigned innocence and said, "I am sorry Cutler, but I am not too sure. I think that I need a further demonstration."
"Oh my sweet you may have all of the demonstrations that you desire," he replied. His body hovered over Anna's for a long moment before he dipped his head and licked the wine from the centre of her chest. His eyes darted up to make contact with Anna's, not stopping as he trailed his tongue lower. Cutler lapped up the wine covering her stomach, smirking in satisfaction as Anna giggled beneath him. While her light laughter was not the exact sound that he wanted to hear emerge from her lips, it was the next best thing to hearing her stifled moans of pleasure.
Anna's small hand shot out and wrapped around the bottle. With gentle persuasion she managed to convince Cutler to trade places with her, allowing her to sit astride his hips. He rested himself up on his elbows to gain a better view of his young lover and waited to see what she would choose to do with her new found power. Cutler could feel her soft buttocks press against his straining erection. He needed Anna to move, to do anything, but she remained still. It was as if she were studying him, her large innocent green eyes roaming his body freely. Anna tipped the bottle of blood red wine upwards over him and began to chase the droplets with her tongue. She swirled her tongue around his nipple, earning a groan of satisfaction from Cutler. Anna followed the droplets lower, down his stomach until she was forced to move from position straddling Cutler. She leant forwards and placed a chaste kiss over his heart before she climbed off of Cutler. Anna dripped more wine onto the lower half of Cutler's body. The wine was cool against his throbbing erection and the liquid ran rivulets down his most sensitive organ. He hissed at the change in sensation, his cock aching with need. No sooner had Anna spilt the wine than her soft pink tongue was upon him. Instead of taking him completely into her mouth like Cutler wished, Anna ran her tongue in slow strokes up and down his length until there was no trace of wine left on his length. She spilt more wine onto Cutler's erection, lapping it up before it had a chance to go very far. Anna knew she was teasing Cutler, but this little game had been his idea from the start. The slow stroking of her tongue against his cock was driving Cutler insane with want. It was enough to bring him to the edge, but it would never be enough to send him over. He thrust his hips upwards, but it did nothing to alleviate his tension.
"Anna," Cutler groaned thought tightly clenched teeth.
Her mouth made a seal over the very tip of his cock as she answered him with a vague, "mhhmm."
She felt Cutler tremble beneath her and she knew that she had stumbled upon something quite interesting. She took as much of Cutler's erection into her mouth as she could, keeping her eyes trained on his. Anna gave Cutler the most seductive look as she began to hum against his trapped length. The vibrations around Cutler's cock sent his legs twitching and his hand fisted into Anna's long hair. He was struggling to hold himself back from the edge as Anna continued to bob her head up and down his shaft and hum a little tune that he could not place. As Anna slipped one hand from his leg down to cup his balls Cutler knew he would be coming undone in a matter of seconds. His fingers tightened in her hair and Anna let out a pained squeak but did not stop her ministrations. She moved her attention to the very tip of his cock and circled it with her tongue rapidly while she continued to massage his balls with her hand. Cutler moaned Anna's name with growing urgency as he rocketed towards his peak. He felt every nerve in his body explode as Anna's clever tongue roamed his cock. His body shuddered and twitched as his hips rose up from the bed in pleasure. Cutler's hot seed spilt itself down the back on Anna's throat and she swallowed it all obediently before pulling away from him.
She licked her lips as she sat back on her haunches looking down at Cutler. His body was covered in a light layer of sweat and he was running his fingers through his hair as he came down from his orgasm.
The pair continued their wine game until Anna too had reached her peak and Cutler could feel himself stirring back into life again.
Anna's body was sticky with the remnants of red wine. Cutler caught the slight wrinkle of her nose as she poked at her sticky skin and could not help but smile at her. For all the areas in which she was mature beyond her years, there were many other areas where she still resembled the twelve year old girl he had left behind. Cutler did not know if he should be worried by the discovery, but as long as Anna remained ready and willing, he could ignore her lack of maturity in other areas. Finding the perfect balance between maturity and immaturity in a woman was something that Cutler put at the forefront of his mind whilst surveying women. He had of course rejected all of the women he had encountered, until his reunion with Anna, for the very reason that they lacked maturity and in turn willingness in the areas where he desired them. Cutler knew that he was manipulating willingness from Anna because of the love she felt for him and he also knew that he should feel guilty for doing such a thing, but in all honesty, Cutler did not care. Anna had proclaimed herself to be his and his alone, so in fact, he was saving her from a lifetime of disappointment with another man whom was not him. It was a twisted logic, but logic nonetheless and Cutler would stick by it. Anna was his and nothing was going to change that.
He shook his thoughts away and held his arms open to the naked woman before him. Anna's emerald coloured eyes glittered at him and her lips curled into the happiest of smiles Cutler had seen adorning her face as she rushed forwards into his embrace. His arms wrapped around her waist while her arms circled around his neck, pulling him in close and keeping him there.
"I will request that you are drawn a bath from whence we shall continue," Cutler explained. "If you would be so kind as to help me with my clothing?" he suggested, though his tone was more akin to a command than anything else.
Anna followed behind Cutler, her fingers threaded through his as he led them both through the bathroom door and back into his bedroom. She dropped his hand as she ventured towards his large wardrobe and threw back the doors to reveal the exquisitely crafted clothing held within its dark wooden walls. Anna chewed on her bottom lip absentmindedly as she fingered her way through his richly coloured clothing. So lost was she that she failed to hear Cutler advancing upon her until it was too late. His hands clamped down on her hips and his lips were upon her neck. Anna tried her best to ignore the way he squeezed her hips in time with probing strokes of his tongue whilst she selected which outfit Cutler should wear. Anything too simple and the servants would suspect something was off, anything too much and she would be spending more time undressing him than anything else. Her thoughts were completely broken when she felt a very solid part of Cutler's anatomy press against her back.
"I thought you said that it was I whom was insatiable Cutler?" Anna said with a gasp. One hand had moved off Anna's hip and was instead winding its way between her legs from behind to cup her, his other hand moved upwards to clasp onto her left breast.
"It is not my fault that you are such a temptress," he explained.
Anna gasped as Cutler pinched her nipple, rolling the pebbled peak between his fingers. Her back arched towards Cutler's chest and she felt her legs twitch as Cutler other hand began its assault of the lower half of her body. His tongue slid in small circles on her neck eliciting the softest of moans from Anna's plump lips.
Cutler removed his hand from her breast and instead he took a hold of his cock. He rubbed it between Anna's legs, ever vigilant of what he was doing. "Do you feel that?" he whispered in Anna's ear.
Her grip on the doors of the wardrobe tightened and her knuckled turning white. "Yes Cutler, I do."
With the same careful grip on his cock, he rubbed the head against Anna's clit, teasing her slowly. Every inch of his body screamed that he should bury himself within Anna and be done with the torment. She was wet with need for him; that was an undeniable fact. Even more undeniable was the throbbing organ currently rubbing itself against Anna's clit. Cutler knew that Anna would be tight, so deliciously tight that it would threaten to send him over the edge before he even got himself started. It was getting increasingly difficult to deny himself the pleasure of taking Anna's innocence. If not for his friendship and respect for Lord Sullivan, he would have had Anna a hundred times over by now.
Cutler was snapped from his thoughts by Anna's soft moans. He dropped his hold on his cock, allowing flesh to rub against flesh. He did however keep a very tight hold of Anna's hips to remain in control. Cutler bent Anna forwards slightly so that he could better see what he was doing. Slowly his hips pushed forwards, rubbing against Anna's lips before brushing against her clit. As the pace of Anna's moans grew faster, it was obvious she was enjoying this impromptu game. Her hips rolled backwards against him out of instinct. Cutler had to pull away now lest he find himself in a situation he could not rectify.
Cutler pulled himself completely away from Anna, his cock aching with the pain of denial. He may not be able to have her in the traditional sense, but he could have her in other ways. Anna whimpered at the loss of contact, but he would soon change that. He dropped to his knees and turned Anna around. Before she could question him, his tongue was running fast circles against her clit. In a matter of moments Anna was once again moaning and her legs were trembling. With his teeth he nipped softly at her clit, alternating it with soft strokes of his tongue. Anna's lips were parted slightly as moans escaped them in a continuous stream. She was falling apart quickly above him. Her hands gripped tightly into his hair as he sped up the pace of his movements. Anna let out a final moan of pure pleasure as her orgasm ripped through her, the only thing holding her upright were Cutler's strong arms supporting her. He licked his lips as he smirked up at Anna, but she was experiencing far too much pleasure to take any notice. Slowly Cutler let her drop to the floor beside him. Without a word of instruction Anna took his wet fingers into her mouth and licked the digits clean before she pressed her lips against his. Her hand began to drift down his chest until he took hold of it and stopped her.
"That is something we can take care of later my sweet," he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed the back of it.
"If you insist," Anna replied. Her cheeks were flushed and her long blonde hair was plastered to her face. Cutler had never seen anything so attractive in his life.
"Before I interrupted you, did you find something to your liking?" he asked. Cutler got to his feet before turning and offering Anna his helping hand.
"I would suggest the blue combination," she said pointing to the left side of his wardrobe.
Cutler looked to her with a raised eyebrow. Anna worried her bottom lip between her teeth, his emotions were always so unpredictable.
"It would appear that great minds think alike my sweet," he replied. "Now run along back to your bedroom and keep yourself warm while I order our breakfast and a bath." He leant forwards and stole a kiss from Anna's unsuspecting lips before shooing her back into her bedroom then began his rather unpleasant task of pulling on his clothing.