The Darling Strumpet by Gillian Bagwell Read Free Book Online Page A

haven’t had a prick in your mouth before?”
    “No, sir.”
    “Well, first time for everything, isn’t there? Come, try again. I won’t hurt you.”
    Nell once again took him into her mouth, and he did not push so deep into her throat this time. She did nothing except let him move inside her, but that seemed to be all that was required.
    After a few moments, he withdrew and pulled her onto the bed. His breeches around his knees and still wearing his boots, he nudged her thighs apart. Nell remembered the salve that Rose had left with her, but it was too late now.
    Her nether parts were bruised, and Cade’s entry hurt. She thought that if last night had been anything to go by, at least this would not last long. She was relieved to find that she was right. After only a few minutes, his thrusts sped up and Nell felt the spasm as he shoved hard and spent within her.
    She felt his heartbeat slow along with his breathing before he rolled off her. She was unsure what she should do, but he seemed not to expect anything more. He gave her a brief smile and tousled her hair.
    “That’s a good girl.”
    Evidently Nell had given satisfaction, for Cade gave her tuppence on his way out, and as she was washing herself, Madam Ross came to tell her not to bother dressing, as two of Cade’s brother officers had paid for her services.
    “Here’s Lieutenant Dawkins,” she said. Dawkins, big and blond, was out of his coat before Madam Ross had shut the door behind her, and without a word he pushed Nell onto the bed and settled himself between her legs.
    “Oh, God, but you’re tight,” he moaned in her ear. He moved slowly, lying heavy on top of her. Nell felt that she would smother under his weight and wrenched her head to the side, gasping for breath. Dawkins felt even bigger than Cade inside her, and she wondered how big a man’s pego could be. She thought with alarm of the enormous member of a stallion. Surely no man could be as huge as that?
    A fist thundered on the door.
    “Hurry up, you poxy bastard. Are you going to take all night about it?”
    “Piss off,” Hawkins answered, not interrupting his purposeful stroke.
    The owner of the voice, Lieutenant Harper, was waiting outside the door and gave Dawkins a leering grin as they met in the doorway. He was a ruddy-faced young man with sandy red hair who reminded Nell of a fox.
    “Give her a good one?” he asked, with a glance at Nell.
    “Better than you could manage, mate,” Dawkins returned, and was gone.
    Harper came to the edge of the bed where Nell sat naked and squeezed her small breasts in his hands, pinching her nipples until they stood erect and hard.
    “Go on, open my breeches,” he said. She obeyed. “Look what a stargazer I’ve got. And it’s going right down your gullet.”
    He pulled Nell to her knees and shoved himself into her mouth, and she fought the urge to gag.
    “Suck, wench.”
    Nell did as he told her. Her lips hurt, stretched wide, and she wished he would stop. She felt his thrusts grow quicker but was not prepared for the sudden explosion of hot liquid into her mouth, and she choked and struggled as he held her head in place. When he withdrew, his mettle ran down Nell’s chin and onto her bare chest. She scrambled for the pot under the bed and retched into it.
    “What, wench, do you not like the taste of my buttermilk?” Harper laughed as he wiped himself with his shirt and buttoned his breeches. “Well, you’ll come to it with use. Still, here’s tuppence for you. You’ll do better next time.”
    After Harper had left, Nell wanted nothing more than to sleep. But, afraid of being cast out if she failed to live up to Madam Ross’s expectations, she washed herself, wincing as she did so, dressed, and went back downstairs. Rose beckoned and looked searchingly at her.
    “How are you faring?” she asked. “Not too bad?”
    “Not too bad,” Nell responded, though she tottered on her feet with exhaustion. “Will it always hurt so