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afraid of letting it
break.
    “Fuck yes,” he
chanted over and over again as he rammed into her, and at last it
came, crashing over her in furious waves of ecstasy that left her
shaking under his hands as he frantically withdrew and pumped out
hot seed with loud moans; all over her skirts she discovered later
with horror
     
     
     

Chapter
10
     
    The Earl's
Restraint
     
    In which our curious rake further explores the
delights of voyeurism.
     
     
    “Charlotte,
Charlotte, Charlotte,” the Earl of Langham muttered to himself as
he watched her through his bedroom window. Even the sound of her
name made his cock hard. He was in deep, and he winced as his
unruly erection once again attempted to burst out of his breeches.
It was becoming increasingly difficult to hide the effect she was
having on him, and hide it he must, certainly in public. He was not
having a clever little minx like her trapping him into
marriage.
    “Damnation,
Johnson,” he complained to his manservant who was hanging his newly
starched shirts in the wardrobe. “What in the hell is the matter
with me? I think I’ve lost my mind. I have the worst case of blue
balls ever suffered.”
    “There is a
very simple remedy for that Sir,” Johnson said, stopping what he
was doing and turning to look at his master from under his dark
lashes.
    “Not even your
nice tight arse is going to solve this one,” Rafe said sadly.
    “I meant you
need some Daisy,” Johnson said slowly.
    “Some what?”
Rafe asked, for a moment thinking he was referring to some new
fangled potion.
    “Some of our
randy little chamber maid, Sir,” Johnson said patiently. “You’d be
doing me a favour. She’s wearing me out.”
    Rafe thought
for a moment and pictured Daisy’s big backside as she bent over to
display her sopping slit. He even groaned a little at the memory,
but he did not feel the need to revisit that particular garden of
delight. “Would you let me watch again?” he surprised himself by
asking Johnson. It seemed that he had a developed voyeuristic
tendencies.
    Johnson raised
an eyebrow. “Enjoyed it that time in the scullery, did you?”
    “I most
certainly did. The sight of your big cock pounding into her and
your tight arse cheeks clenching as you came, most certainly did it
for me,” he replied as frankly as ever. “And Johnson, I never knew
you liked to talk dirty.”
    “Daisy brings
it out of me,” Johnson blushed. “She likes it rough and it makes me
go a little crazy.”
    “God!” Rafe
moaned. “I would love to watch you somewhere nice and comfortable
where you can go to town. Like this bed for instance,” he said
nodding towards the big four-poster. “That scullery is far too dark
and damp.” And he added hopefully, his cock twitching with the
thought, “You can tie her up if you want.”
    Johnson was
obviously contemplating the idea. “I am getting a little tired of
her, but the thought of you watching me fuck her again is tempting,
I have to admit.”
    “Well then, let
us do it! Sneak her up here tonight and we will have ourselves some
fun.”
     
     
    Daisy was
giggling as Johnson ushered her into Rafe’s bedroom late that
night. Her cap was all askew and her cheeks flushed. It was clear
that his manservant had already started the fun.
    “I finger
fucked her on the stairs,” Johnson whispered to Rafe. “Thought I
would get her nice and primed.”
    By God, Rafe
had hit the jackpot when he had appointed Johnson. Initially, it
was his devastating handsomeness that had got him the job, but Rafe
was utterly delighted when he discovered what a randy little
bastard his new valet was. Or should that be randy big bastard, he
thought, thinking about Johnson’s muscular biceps.
    Daisy was
grinning at Rafe, winding a curl of her luscious blonde hair round
her finger. “Hello Sir,” she purred. “I’ve missed that huge cock of
yours.”
    Rafe gulped and
kept firmly seated, but Daisy swayed across the room and placing
her hands on the arms