Under A Velvet Cloak by Piers Anthony Read Free Book Online

risked an initiative: “If I may, Hirsh.” She took the wig and put it carefully on his head, then held up the polished metal mirror for him to see his reflection.
    “Perfect!” he exclaimed. He lay on the bed. “Take me.”
    Role reversal: now she understood. The girls were schooled to be the objects of men’s passions, not to take the initiative. But Kerena could play this game. “Woman, you are mine,” she said as gruffly as she could manage. “Spread your legs.”
    He spread his legs, feigning reluctance. She was reminded of her games with Morely, as she pretended pain on penetration.
    She got down on hands and knees, straddling him. “Let me see your stuff, you bad girl.” She drew up the skirt to show his reviving member. “Just as I thought: you haven’t been fucked enough. I’m going to plumb you to the core, wench.”
    “I beg you, master, no,” he whimpered, his member stiffening.
    She opened her trousers, then threaded the needle, as it were, making the awkward connection. She jammed down on him, bouncing. It could not be entirely comfortable for him, but it was as close as she could come to emulating the masculine brutality. Then she brought her body down, putting her weight on him, and forced a hard kiss. “Put out, girl!”
    He did. She felt his reaction as she pushed against him, still kissing his mouth bruisingly. His passion was greater this time than it had been in the normal mode.
    He lay unmoving for a while after it was done. When she judged it time, she disengaged, got off him, and removed his clothing. She was uncertain whether she had pleased him or pushed it too far; it was a new experience and she was not attuned. But her Seeing suggested that it was good.
    Jolie agreed. She had not before reversed roles either, but it seemed harmless.
    Finally he stirred. “I like sex twice a day, the second time as a variant. Would you like to come home with me? I will provide a stipend.”
    Home duty, instead of servicing ten or more men a day. “What would be my duties?”
    “This, in several forms. No household drudgery; I have servants. They are circumspect.”
    She appreciated how that would be important. “Would I be free to go about, when not with you?”
    “Of course. Anything you wish.”
    “I have an interest. I am trying to discover where my former lover went- he was abducted-by tracking traveling.”
    “I will help you track. I have resources.”
    “Then yes, I would like to go home with you.”
    He smiled as he removed her dress. “Very good. I will notify my wife.”
    Kerena froze. “Your wife!” It had not occurred to her that he could be married, though she could have divined it by Seeing. She had been careless in that respect.
    “Do not be alarmed. She understands. She merely does not care to accommodate my tastes.”
    Maybe that made sense. “I will not want to stay, if she objects.”
    “She won’t. Inform the madam; I will send a cart for you this afternoon.”
    “He’s taking you home!” Molly exclaimed. “Congratulations.”
    “I will visit you when I can,” Kerena promised. She liked Molly, and did not want to lose her friendship.
    Thus it was arranged. Kerena explained to the madam, who took it in stride. “He is a man we want very much to please. He provides goods we can’t get elsewhere. If he tires of you, you will be welcome to return here. You have been excellent for business. Here is your gold.” She presented a bag.
    Kerena could tell by its size and heft that everything was there: her half share of all the payments for her liaisons. Morely had taught her to weigh copper, silver, and gold by hand. Only gold weighed this much in such small size. She had half expected to be cheated despite assurances, but did not care to say so. “Thank you.”
    The cart arrived, drawn by a single horse guided by a horseman. Kerena got on, and rode through the streets of the city in bumpy style.
    Hirsh’s house was at the edge of the city, with a yard filled