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  Charlie’s finger stopped Matty’s speech. “…Children. Yes I know. You’ve told me. But it’s not going to happen. We’re here now, making a new life for ourselves, and hopefully making lives better for a few poor unfortunate girls while we’re at it. Let’s look at it that way, Matty. All right?”

  “Oh, go on with you. Go walk up and down that man’s back. Tempt the devil if you must, but don’t blame me if your feet get singed.”

  Charlie grinned at Matty and swirled out of the room, a barefoot beauty in swirling blue silk.

  Her smile faded as she reached the closed door, behind which lay a very naked Jordan Lyndhurst. Her hand slid to her back and she felt the scars of her own injuries through the softness of her robe. She’d been burned once by this family.

  She’d not let it happen again.

  Chapter Two

  Her light tap on the door stirred his loins and he grunted for her to enter. He’d followed her instructions to the letter.

  Naked as the day he was born, he was sprawled on his face along the low divan, which he’d pulled nearer to the fire.

  He turned his head and snuggled more comfortably into the pillow as she closed the door quietly behind her. His eyes glittered as he watched her approach from beneath half closed lids.

  “I didn’t ask you to fuck me, you know.”

  “I don’t intend to.”

  “Then why the change of clothing?”

  Charlie moved out of his line of vision for a few moments then reappeared, clad in her simple blue chemise. She had not realized that standing between him and the fire rendered it all but invisible.

  He felt his cock harden, and he shifted uncomfortably against the fabric of the cushions beneath him.

  “I understand you have had this treatment before, my Lord. May I ask what your previous practitioner was wearing at the time?”

  “Well, blue silk wasn’t considered appropriate for a gardener.”

  She ignored his attempt at humor, busying herself with small jars that she placed over a warming candle.

  He shrugged. “Mostly just some kind of cotton robe, now I come to think of it.”

  “I see. This technique requires focus, concentration and an ability to sense the essence, what is known as the chi, if you will, of the patient. Additional layers of clothing inhibit the ability to become one with the patient, to feel the areas of the body that are troubling.”

  “I can tell you exactly where I’m troubled. Right here.” His muscles flexed as he raised his hand behind him and pointed to a spot just above his buttocks. He watched her eyes as she followed his pointing finger to the site of his injury and then wandered a little further, taking a good look at his backside. “See anything? Anything that might need your attention?”

  She met his gaze with an expressionless one of her own, then reached for her first pot of massage oil.

  “What’s that?”

  “This? This is fragranced oil, which I shall use to relax your skin and your mind. Releasing the tensions around the injury is one of the first steps to healing it.”

  His hand lashed out and grabbed her wrist before she could pour the oil onto his body. He raised himself onto his arm as he dragged her toward him.

  “Forgive me. I am a naturally cautious man.” He pulled her hand closer and sniffed at the bottle. It was light, soothing, and vaguely oriental and he wrinkled his nose as he tried to identify it.

  “It is a blend of sandalwood and lotus oils, my Lord. It will not harm you.”

  He released her wrist, knowing he’d probably held it too tightly, but unable to stop himself. For some reason, his nerves were on a high state of alert around this woman.

  “Very well.” He lay back with his face down and waited.

  As softly as raindrops, he felt the splash of the first dribbles of oil. Soothingly, she rubbed her hands lightly over and around his skin, not quite touching his buttocks, but running her hands all the way up his spine and back down in a gentle circle. It was an amazingly erotic feeling, and yet he knew his body was relaxing beneath her touch.

  After several minutes, she added a little more oil, then fetched a damp towel that she had placed near the fire.

  “Ouch! That’s hot.”

  “It’s meant to be. This will aid the oil in its task and also add another level of relaxation to any muscles that may be tight.”

  He was tempted to ask for one for his cock too, if she was going to discuss things that were tight.

  She moved away from his side, stretching.

  He watched, fascinated, as she proceeded to work her way through what looked like a series of cat-like attitudes. She pulled her own muscles, curled them up and then flexed them, bending, resting and standing tall in an odd sequence of movements.

  He could almost see her focus intensifying and her eyes reflected her concentration as she returned to his side and removed the towel.

  He was so hot for her he could have knocked her off her feet, ripped her chemise from hem to neck and thrust into her right that second. It was a huge surprise to him that he didn’t. She was a whore, a Madam. She must be used to that kind of treatment. So what was holding him back?

  Why wasn’t he, even now, beating his balls against her pussy and sucking on those tender breasts? Why weren’t they both screaming out their orgasms together?

  Why?

  Well, the answer might have been that she did not seem in the slightest bit aware of him as a man. And that fact alone was really aggravating him. He had yet to get any kind of sexual expression out of her. She was almost wooden in her treatment of him, impartial to the point of absurdity.

  He made himself a pledge as he felt her hands begin to exert pressure on his sore spine.

  He was going to have this woman. He was going to get those eyes to light with the fire of lust, the need for an orgasm that he’d only let her have after she’d screamed out his name and begged him for release.

  He was going to make her come like she’d never come before.

  And he’d probably do the same thing—just to keep her company, of course.

  * * * * *

  Charlie needed all the focus and concentration she could muster as she felt his smooth skin beneath her palms.

  If he’d had any idea of her internal turmoil, he’d probably have been astounded. She was almost weak at the thought of his body so near hers. The room had seemed to become smaller as she’d run through her warm up exercises, and the heat had flared both in the fireplace and inside her womb.

  Something primeval within her sex was pulsing and throbbing in recognition of the urge to mate. To join with this prime specimen that was starting to groan a little under her pressure.

  She increased the weight behind her hands, pushing firmly into the muscles on either side of his spine and digging her fingers deep into the solid mass she found there.

  The oil slid between them, a silken veil that allowed her to smooth and knead his flesh without impairment.

  His body was perfect. In spite of the odd scar here and there, and a much more evident dip at the base of his spine where his back problem must have begun, she could find no fault with the man lying quiescent under her hands.

  “May I ask how you received this injury?”

  “Salamanca.”

  “You were shot?”

  “Horse threw me. Shell exploded next to us. Blew him off his feet and he fell on me. Killed instantly, poor creature.”

  “Along with a terrible number of other soldiers too, I understand.” Charlie commented quietly.

  Jordan shrugged, clearly not anxious to relive past battles, especially that one where Charlie knew so many had died in such carnage.

  “And you have had pain since then?”

  “Some. It got worse when I returned home and began working at Calverton Chase.”

  Not by a fraction of a blink did Charlie reveal how familiar this name was to her. “Working? You mean taking care of estate business?”

  “No, I mean working.
” He fidgeted a little as his muscles began to loosen under Charlie’s continual pressure. “The damned place had burned while I was gone, almost to the ground. When I inherited it, there was little left standing but one central building and the stables.”

  Charlie managed not to react. She remembered the terrible fire, the east wing collapsing, but hadn’t realized the full extent of the damage.

  She needed to stop him. Memories were not what she wanted to indulge in, not with Jordan Lyndhurst lying naked next to her.

  “Forgive my forwardness, my Lord. I must straddle your limbs for a short time.”

  “Help yourself,” he muttered settling himself a little more comfortably. His voice sounded relaxed, his breathing even. Her lessons with Kiko had not failed her.

  Of course, Kiko had never told her what it would be like to spread one’s thighs and straddle a naked man.

  Kiko never told her how hot his body would be or how pleasingly rough the hairy skin of his thighs would feel against her soft, silk covered ones. She carefully arranged her garment to prevent their flesh from touching. Charlie was so afraid that if their naked skin came into contact, she’d burst into flames on the spot.

  As if he could sense her discomfort, Jordan chuckled and she felt him shake as his laugh rolled through him.

  “Are you sure you’re not going to fuck me when we’re done? I’m certainly developing the urge. Must be that scent or something.”

  Charlie’s mind froze for an instant, as visions passed through her consciousness. Images of sweaty tangled bodies, naked limbs, hot breaths and hotter lips, and the sweetness of flesh meeting flesh.

  “You are uncomfortable, my Lord?” she said, beginning her rhythmic pressure up and down his back once again, this time with the full weight of her body behind her hands. Anything to distract her errant thoughts.

  “Sweetheart, I have a very hard cock here that would love to make your acquaintance. I told myself that this was strictly a medicinal visit, but your house and your delightful person have reminded me that I’m a man with a man’s needs. Perhaps after the treatment is finished, you could…” he waved his hand vaguely in the air.

  Charlie worked on him in silence, considering her options. She chewed her lip, knowing that her deepest desire was out of the question. The one that was nagging her to rip off her thin silk chemise and rub her aching breasts over his slippery back. The one that was telling her his cock would feel even better if she rubbed her soft mound against it, or took it into her mouth.

  The one that was telling her she had an emptiness deep inside her pussy that would feel a great deal better if Jordan Lyndhurst were to administer large helpings of that cock he was talking about. Large pounding helpings. Deep, long, thrusting helpings.

  God, she was getting wet. This would never do. She came to her decision.

  “Very well, my Lord. I believe you are ready for the spinal walking treatment, and after that I shall ensure that your needs are met.”

  * * * * *

  The Seventh Earl of Calverton tried very hard not to jump. Jordan could scarcely believe what he’d just heard. Neither could his cock, which had leapt to even greater lengths at her words, and was even now trying to thrust its way through the pillow beneath his belly.

  She moved off his thighs, which immediately felt cool and bereft of her warm weight. He listened and tracked her movements as she pulled a small bell and went to the door in response to the almost immediate tap.

  A quiet conversation ensued, and strain though he might, he could hear nothing that was said.

  “My Lord, I shall now mount your back.”

  “Darling, I doubt it.” His wry humor was wasted. In her cool and efficient way, Madam Charlie had stepped carefully up onto the divan and was placing one small foot firmly on the lowest portion of his back. She steadied her balance and drew in her breath.

  The other foot joined the first and he felt her full weight. His muscles were soft and pliable thanks to her massage, and he could almost feel the bones slithering back into alignment as she delicately walked up to a point just below his shoulders, then retraced her steps.

  She was completely silent, to the point where he could hear the swish of her silk garment as she moved.

  He guessed she was focused on her steps along his spine and he was forced to admit her balance and movements were faultless.

  Within moments it was over, and she was carefully stepping off him, back onto the floor.

  “You are well, my Lord?”

  He moved experimentally. “Yes. Yes indeed. Much of the pain has been relieved. Actually, more than usual. That is quite amazing, Madam Charlie.”

  He started to roll onto his side, but a firm hand on his shoulder stopped him.

  “Not quite yet, my Lord. Your muscles are now very soft and relaxed. We must let them wake up a little, if you will, before putting them to the test.”

  “And how do ‘we’ do that?” His lips curved into the pillow.

  “With this.”

  The lightest of touches on his spine told him she was back to massaging him. But this time, rather than the working weight of her hands, she was using something very soft, like a piece of sheepskin.

  Slowly, she rubbed his back, up and down and back up again. He very much wanted to purr.

  “Why do you run a brothel?” The question slipped out before he had time to think about it.

  There was silence for a moment as her rubbing motion continued, unabated. He wondered if she’d answer him at all.

  “It is an occupation like any other.”

  “You are well educated by the sound of your speech. You are attractive, intelligent, and clever enough to run this place and make it profitable, to judge by what I’ve seen. Surely you’d have plenty to offer a husband?”

  For the first time since he’d laid eyes on her, he felt his words cause a reaction. Her hands slipped ever so slightly from their rhythmic stroking.

  “And you believe marriage would be preferable to this?”

  Jordan snorted. “Better than being a prostitute, albeit a highly paid one, who owns her own whorehouse? Of course.”

  “In that assumption, my Lord, you are sadly mistaken.”

  “What do you mean?”

  The silence that followed his question was broken by a quiet knock from the hallway.

  Madam Charlie removed the fur from his skin with a final pat, and he sighed as she crossed the room to the door.

  Now, he thought. Now we’re done with the massaging, rubbing and treating. Now I get to return the favor and massage her, rub her and treat her pussy to a good dose of Jordan Lyndhurst.

  His mouth watered as he imagined her naked and slippery beneath him, and his mind started wondering if she might enjoy the touch of that furry thing. Perhaps a tickle across her nipples right after he’d grazed them gently with his teeth. Or maybe he’d brush it delicately across her clit, just to warm her up for his tongue. Of course, he’d also like to try the oil. Perhaps pouring it over her belly and rubbing the head of his cock in it might be fun.

  Or even better, rubbing it on her back, the way she had done to him. He’d be a little more adventurous of course, and make sure her buttocks were nice and soft and shiny after he was done.

  Perhaps he’d even slip some between her cheeks. See how tight her little arse was. He’d never taken a woman that way before, but he’d heard many a campfire discussion amongst his men, most of whom swore there was nothing like it.

  For the first time, he wondered if they might be right.

  “My Lord?” Her cool, collected voice pierced the miasma of lust that was settling over his brain.

  “This is Jane. She is going to tend to your other needs this evening.”

  “What?”

  Chapter Three

  Charlie had no idea how she kept from laughing. The look on Jordan Lyndhurst’s face as he jumped to his feet was a priceless study in shock.

  “But I thought…”

  “Oh, Sir, I’m eve
r so good. You won’t be disappointed.” Jane’s eager face gazed at Jordan and fell to his cock, which was standing straight up in military fashion.

  He slumped back down onto the divan.

  Jane crossed the room and fell to her knees gracefully in front of him, reaching for him with a gentle hand. “Oooh, this is a fine beauty you’ve got here, Sir. Mind if I give him a kiss?”

  The Earl seemed stunned and Charlie could see his skin shiver as Jane bent her head and pressed her lips to his erection.

  Charlie turned to leave them alone.

  “Madam Charlie.”

  His voice stopped her in her tracks. She turned and raised an eyebrow, noting that Jane hadn’t ceased her actions. On the contrary, she was now getting herself quite comfortable between Jordan’s spread thighs.

  She refused to admit that the picture of Jane’s dark head moving slowly and sensuously over Jordan’s cock was arousing, but she felt her womb contract and her own juices moisten her thighs, making a liar out of her.

  “My Lord?” Her voice was expressionless.

  “I’ll double the fee if you stay.”

  That brought Jane’s head up and she shot a quick glance at her mistress. Charlie made a couple of lightning decisions, and nodded at Jane to continue what she was doing.

  “Very well, My Lord. If that is your wish. You understand that I shall not participate, of course.”

  “Of course.” The candlelight glinted from his brown eyes. “You will watch, however.”

  Charlie crossed the room and seated herself on a straight-backed chair, arranging her silk robe carefully.

  “You will not remove your eyes from us. Is that understood?”

  Charlie met his gaze with a blank one of her own. “Of course, my Lord. Our customers’ desires are always honored.”

  “Not always.” Jordan’s muttered rejoinder was almost lost as Jane enthusiastically began to suck on his cock, slurping her way down to the thick base and then back up to flutter her tongue beneath the head.

  Charlie watched, as directed.