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He moved in close and fondled the bud between her legs. He pinched it hard, until she shrieked, then dipped his fingers into both portals and made her writhe on them.
“Look at me, Hannah,” he ordered. Even in the presence of her husband, there was a look of desperate yearning in her molten eyes.
“You’re quite the slut, aren’t you?” Travis asked her.
“Yes, sir.”
“What do you feel right now, right now?” He demanded, his face was just inches from hers, and though she knew that her husband was watching everything, she couldn’t take her mind or her eyes from Travis’s wicked gaze—he looked no different than Jarrett Cain to her. “And don’t you dare lie to me. What is it you feel?” He jabbed his fingers deeper, knowing what effect it had on her.
“Desirous, sir. Hunger,” she spoke in a breathless whisper, “Desperately and totally filled with lust. I’d take your cock now anywhere, sir.” Oh, how terribly this indicted her!
“And you know you’re wrong to want me.”
“Yes, it’s true, and I’m ashamed that I do want you.”
“Well, you come for me, girl, right on my hand. Show your husband what a whore you are. Maybe then he’ll let you go back to the whorehouse where you belong.” He spat this out so spitefully she believed he told the truth.
Like the many men before him, his fingers were soothing, so perfectly tuned to her body’s lust. She never would have guessed what things Travis could do to her with so little effort.
“Don’t hold back, Hannah. If I think you are, I’ll make you do it again.”
Suddenly, her rising storm of passion burst everywhere. She clenched up tightly and cried aloud as the feelings swept her body. She knew her thoughts. She knew the shame of her adulterous heart one more terrible time and now Daniel had seen it too. Now he knew. Now he understood.
The two men splashed vinegar over the raw welts on her ass and breasts when they were done, so that her flesh burned deeper than the surface skin. Until the sting quieted she would be reminded how far she had fallen.
***
“Won’t you let me go now?” Hannah implored her husband when on the following day, after Travis led her from the barn to the house. She looked into his impassive face; her soft eyes were filled with tears of sorrow. She was dressed like a lady, like the old Hannah, not the whore, wearing a modest dress in a pretty copper color. She was the picture of virtue in such fine and proper attire. But she hated how it felt, the way it seemed to burn her flesh. She wanted to tear it off it felt so wrong.
When Daniel answered her question, saying she looked lovely in the new dress, she replied, tiredly, “Oh, please, Daniel, won’t you let me go now? Haven’t you seen how horrible and depraved I am?”
“I brought it back from Springfield,” he returned, ignoring her plea. “They have a whole store of women’s dresses, nothing else. Can you imagine that?”
“Daniel, please!” she wailed.
He took her hand and led her into the parlor, where the shadows of the early evening and a single lit lamp gave the room a beautifully sumptuous glow.
Daniel took one chair, she was motioned to the other. A table sat between them with a bottle of wine and two glasses. The bottle was open and Daniel filled both glasses.
“Daniel, I don’t drink.”
“But today you will.” As Daniel pushed the glass in her hand and forced it to her lips, she recalled the night with Jarrett.
She gulped it down, her mind spinning. Had she told him this? About the wine? The drunken stupor, the wild woman who turned into a hellion with no inhibitions, her reservations gone? The lush feeling of the liquor invaded her body rapidly, and was moving through her veins, setting her mind reeling faster and faster. Daniel poured her another drink and she gulped this one down with no hesitation.
“You did terrible things that night, didn’t you?” he asked.
She flashed back, remembering the wild orgy with a reflex smile. “Oh, yes, I did,” she said, feeling a bit like the wanton woman she was that night.
“And you liked every one of those terrible things?” he pressed.
Her head was spinning faster still and she giggled uncontrollably—had that been two glasses or three? She’d lost count.
“Ummm.” She giggled more.
“You shameful slut,” her husband said. He wasn’t angry, but smiling, looking like a devilish rogue.
“They made you stick things into your body, didn’t they?”
