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  Her Guardian

  Voyuers: Volume One

  By

  Chloe Cole

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  Dedication

  To my wonderful husband, who selflessly offers (at least once a day) to help me do research for all of my erotic stories.

  Serafina Tottingham sat on the edge of her bed, legs trembling, as she waited for Caleb to call to her. Barely resisting the urge to wipe her damp palms on her dress, she glanced on the clock on the mantle. 8:00 p.m. The servants had all gone for the evening except her maid, Emelda, whom she had dismissed to her quarters.

  Too tense to sit a moment longer, Fina stood up once again to look at her reflection in the gilded mirror. She looked like a bit of a heathen, she noted with no small amount of satisfaction. Her cheeks were pink with excitement, her lips red and swollen from chewing at them.

  She ran her hands over the front of her dress, trying to press out any imaginary wrinkles. It was a diaphanous creation, if she did say so herself. Caleb had bought her a length of the most sumptuous emerald silk for her nineteenth birthday. She had fallen in love with it instantly and had taken three months poring over patterns and designs before she would even dare cut it.

  When she had shown Emelda three different sketches with variations of the dress, the girl had crossed herself when she’d seen the last one. Fina knew then that she had found a winner. She spent the next month cutting, sewing, and fitting. Now, as she gazed at herself, she hoped it had been enough. She had one shot at this, and she couldn’t live with herself if she didn’t give it her all.

  She thought back to the years before Caleb had become her guardian. A long-time friend of the family and protégé of her father, he had been a regular at the dinner table when she was growing up. As a child, Fina had thought him quite dashing, idealizing him as a hero. Although he was ten years her senior, she daydreamed that one day he would be her husband, and they would dance, and he would call her “darling” and she him “dear”.

  Her father was very fond of him and treated him as a favored younger brother. His quick wit and dark, gypsy-like good looks had made him popular amongst not only the family, but also other guests and even the servants at the house.

  Although he spent quite a bit of time at the Tottingham household, during Caleb’s five-year commission in the Queen’s army, long stretches would go by where they wouldn’t see him.

  It was during one of these extended absences that Fina’s parents were killed in a carriage accident. By the time word reached Caleb and he was able to get back to London, she was living in veritable squalor. A distant cousin of her father’s had laid claim to the house and her guardianship. There was no one else to do the job and Caleb, who would have been her father’s pick for the task, had not yet returned. In just three short months, Billy had gambled and drunk his way through the family money, along with most of the contents of the house and even many of Fina’s personal belongings.

  When Caleb finally returned and whisked her off to his home in Cambridge, she had been so relieved she could have wept. If he had seemed like a hero before that night, he achieved an almost god-like status in her eyes after it. Billy had been happy to let her go since the money was gone and she was naught but an expense to him now.

  Five years later, Fina no longer viewed Caleb as a god, or even as a hero. She saw him as a man. A man she wanted more than anything in the world. Unfortunately, he still thought of her as a child.

  But tonight was the night she would change his mind. If not, in a week’s time, he planned to unleash her upon London for the season where he hoped to find her a good husband. This was her only chance to convince him that she was right where she belonged.

  Fina recalled, as she had so many times since, the night her love had changed from the naïve, innocent love of a child to the burning, passionate love of a woman. Her cheeks burned with heat at the memory from the year before.

  She’d awakened to a loud thump that sounded as if it came from the salon. It was the middle of the night, but she would be too nervous to go back to sleep if she didn’t investigate the cause. She reached out, picking up her bedside lantern, and headed down the stairs. As she reached the bottom, she heard hushed voices coming from the salon. The door was slightly ajar.

  Her heart pounding wildly, she assumed she had come upon thieves in the midst of a robbery. She extinguished the lantern and moved quickly, heading back to the stairs to wake Caleb. As she reached the bottom step, she heard his voice, followed by a low groan. She rushed back to the salon door, panicked that he might be wounded.

  She reached out a hand to push the door open, terrified of what she might find, when a feminine peal of laughter rang through the room.

  “Hush up. You’ll wake my ward, you naughty tart,” Caleb said, his voice a low growl.

  Fina’s cheeks had burned as she realized what she’d almost walked into. She turned to go but stopped in her tracks as Caleb let out a long moan that made her stomach pulse low and deep. Heat suffused her breasts. What would it hurt to peek in and see what they were doing?

  She held her breath and nudged the door open an inch, leaning forward, closing one eye and pressing the other against the crack. She swallowed a gasp as she took in the scene before her.

  A woman, naked but for her crimson corset, knelt before Caleb. Inky black hair hung down her bare back like a curtain, swaying as she bobbed and moved.

  Caleb stood, shirt open, his lean belly exposed, pants to his knees as he held her head, firmly guiding her mouth up and down on his swollen knob. He whispered words of encouragement and groaned in approval as she sucked him.

  “Yes, that’s it. Take that cock. Take it all the way.” He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes in obvious ecstasy.

  Fina knew she should be horrified, knew she was wicked, but all she wanted to do was push the trollop out of the way and take her place. Taste him, suckle the hard length of him. Her mouth went dry as she watched.

  The woman pulled his cock from her mouth, smiling up at him, working him with long strokes of her hand.

  He was glorious. Although curious about men and their tackle, Fina had never seen one up close, and she marveled at the size of it. She almost groaned herself, a strange and terrible pressure building between her thighs.

  Unable to tear her gaze away, she held her breath as the lady began to lave the swolle
n tip of Caleb’s cock with her tongue, alternately biting and licking, then sucking the whole length deep into her throat until he arched his back.

  He grabbed her hair roughly to pull her away. “No, no, no,” he gasped. “You don’t want me to come yet, do you, love? I will have that pussy before I’m done.”

  She gave him a saucy grin before releasing him. “All right then, let’s see what you’ve got for me, Caleb,” she said in a low, sultry voice that Fina had later spent months trying to imitate.

  The woman stood gracefully, turned, and sashayed across the room, clearly confident that her lover would follow. And follow he did. He quickly stripped off his britches and shirt, stalking after her.

  Fina drank in the sight of Caleb’s glorious, naked body as he prowled across the room, passing in front of the door a scant few feet from her. His muscles were taut, bunched, and tense. His thick cock jutted in front of him proudly, glistening in the low light.

  He moved more quickly than his woman, and before she could turn to face him, he was behind her, pressing his hard body against her back, pinning her hips to the desk. He grasped her long mane of hair, lifting it so he could kiss and nip at her nape. She purred while he cupped and palmed her ass. It took all of Fina’s self control, which she didn’t have a lot of, not to rush over and begin to do the same to his.

  Caleb pushed the woman forward, bending her at the waist. He released her hair and, using both hands, spread the cheeks of her ass, squeezing and kneading. Again, the lady groaned.

  He grabbed his cock in one hand and pressed it between her cheeks, not entering her but sliding it up and down, then slapping her round bottom with it. He continued to tease her as her hips bounced and she begged him, for what, Fina could only guess.

  Caleb stroked himself, squeezing his eyes shut, a low hiss issuing from his marvelous lips. Then he pressed the thick head to the entrance his lover’s pussy. He pushed inward until he was buried deeply and no space was between them. The woman and he both groaned.

  Fina could barely take it. Her breath came is short gasps, and her pussy ached and throbbed, growing so wet she could feel the moisture on her thighs. She watched as he surged forward, in and out, in and out. As the pace quickened, she felt as if she were burning alive.

  Pulse throbbing, she slid her hand down the front of her nightgown, running it over her breast, lightly squeezing her nipple. She let out a soft mewling sound, her eyes snapping opened. Relieved, she saw that they were too involved to hear her.

  Again, she pinched her nipple lightly between her thumb and forefinger, then harder. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as her already wet pussy flooded with moisture. Keeping one hand on her breast, she slid the other up the front of her nightdress until she reached her aching, throbbing core. She gave herself a squeeze, and her hungry pussy pulsed and clenched in eager response. Sliding one finger down the slit and in, she followed it with a second. Thrusting them in and out, she worked on sheer instinct. Her body strained toward something glorious, desperate for it.

  She pinched her nipple rhythmically, fingers pumping in and out, one eye glued to the scene in front of her. As Caleb’s glorious cock pounded into the beautiful, nameless creature on the desk, Fina had her first orgasm.

  She bit back her cries of pleasure, whimpering as wave after wave washed over her. As the lovemaking reached fever pitch, Caleb grabbed the woman’s hips hard, slamming into her. She screamed and thrashed, and he bit down on her shoulder as he spasmed and bucked behind her.

  Fina struggled to remain upright and catch her breath. She watched for another moment as the lady slumped forward on the desk and Caleb withdrew from her body.

  He seemed much more aware of his surroundings, and Fina’s fears that he would catch her began to seep through the haze of her spent passion. She inched away from the door and padded quietly up the stairs.

  It was that day, in that moment, she decided that Caleb would be hers.

  “Emelda!” Caleb’s voice boomed from the library. “Please send Serafina down here this instant.”

  Fina snapped back to the present with a start. She took one last look at herself in the mirror.

  Excellent. If she had looked wanton before, dredging up the steamy memory of Caleb and his mystery lover had only intensified the look. She pulled on her gown, adjusting the cap sleeves and making sure her shoulders were completely bare. She pinched her already hard nipples to make sure they pressed against the gown in attention. Then she sailed out the door, her resolve intact.

  She walked down the stairs at a measured pace, toward the salon where he waited. She took a deep breath and opened the door. “Good evening, Caleb,” she said, hovering in the doorway. “Emelda is gone for the evening. What can I do for you?”

  Seated behind the large mahogany desk, he did not look up as she entered the room. “Come in and close the door,” he commanded. “Fina, I have a bone to pick with you. I am told by Tanner that you were seen riding Brimstone this morning. Is that true?”

  “Yes. That’s true. I am an excellent horsewoman, and I managed very well, as usual, thank you.” She responded boldly, not bothering to feign contrition that she had, yet again, broken the rules.

  He finally looked up from his accounting, lips frozen around yet unformed words. His mouth opened and then snapped shut as he stared.

  She entered the room fully, turning to close the door behind her.

  “Are you all right, Caleb?” she asked, carefully modulating her voice to express concern rather than glee at his reaction.

  Caleb struggled to think of something, anything, to say as he stared at Fina. She had always been a beautiful girl. He just didn’t remember there being so much of her. Sweet heaven, her breasts were practically bare, swelling high, straining against the fabric of her gown.

  He swallowed hard and tried to tear his gaze away. The emerald green of the fabric was stunning against her pale skin and auburn hair, just as he’d known it would be when he saw it at the clothier.

  She walked toward him, hips swaying, and his mouth went dry as a slit from ankle to thigh was revealed, baring a long and sensuous leg with every step.

  “Where in the devil’s name are your stockings?” he sputtered. “And what kind of dress is that? Surely the patterns I suggested were much more appropriate for a girl your age.”

  “The patterns you suggested were more appropriate for a girl your grandmother’s age. Or maybe for a child. I’m a woman now, and I’m going to dress like one. Besides,” she said, her voice turning husky, “don’t you think it makes me look pretty?” She smiled and executed a little turn. “Do you think Devlin will like it?”

  Devlin Sumter was a rogue well known among the ton for deflowering more than one young debutante. It was Caleb’s wish that she not even grant him a dance this season, never mind try to impress him with her risqué clothing. She continued to move closer and put her hand on Caleb’s desk, leaning over as she spoke.

  He said a silent prayer as her breasts fell forward, almost coming loose from the confines of her skintight bodice. As he stared at the firm fullness of her tits, he could not say whether he was praying for them to fall out of the dress or to stay in. And damn if the top half of her nipple wasn’t peeking out, the rosy bud contrasting sharply with the vibrant green of her dress. His cock swelled and twitched in response.

  His breaths came more quickly, and he struggled to gather his wits, preparing to take control of the situation. He should not be looking at her this way. She had no clue what she was doing to him. Clearly, his ward had decided to rebel a bit by wearing some new, outrageous style. She was always bucking convention; this was nothing new. He’d tried to marry her off two years before, to find her a mate who could tame her, but she would have none of it. He realized now he had been too lenient with her. It was high time he put his foot down.

  Caleb stood, walked around the desk, and turned her to face him, their bodies a foot apart. He looked down imperiously and, he hoped, menacingly. “Head upsta
irs and change into something appropriate this instant. Then, when you come back down I’ll once again, and for the last time, explain to you why a young lady should not be riding that stallion from hell.” He held up a hand before she could speak. “Ah, ah, ah, that is the end of this discussion.”

  Caleb moved away from her and poured himself a brandy, cursing himself when he saw that his hands shook. He quickly set the glass on the table. He moved away and sat on the settee, picking up a stack of letters and other correspondence he had been meaning to deal with, pretending she had already left the room to do his bidding.

  When he looked up again a few moments later, she stood there still, her jaw set in a stubborn line. “No.”

  “No what?” he asked, barely holding on to his temper. She had been willful in the past, but she had never disregarded a direct command so brazenly. She didn’t even pretend to listen to him anymore.

  “No, I will not change my gown. No, I will not stop riding Brimstone. And no, that is not the end of this discussion,” she responded with a lift of her chin.

  “So help me, Fina, if you do not march up those stairs you will be punished.” Even as he said the words, he regretted them. He hoped she would not force his hand in this. He didn’t want to punish her. He just wanted to bully the cheeky chit into obeying his wishes.

  “Really? And how do you plan to punish me? By treating me like a child? By making me wear stupid dresses that cover me from head to toe? By making me ride Rosy, the half-dead, sway-backed mare? I am a grown woman now, Caleb, and I will be treated like one.”

  “You. Will. Take. That. Dress. Off. Now.” The last vestige of his control snapped as he stood, reached out, and grasped the shoulder of her beautiful gown, tearing the bodice in half with one pull. He stood in silence, waiting. He fully expected her to leave the room in tearful embarrassment. Yet there she stood, her left breast, her softly curved white stomach, fully exposed.

  He tried to maintain eye contact with her as she stared defiantly back at him. But as if pulled by a magnet, his gaze drifted from hers and took in her full breast tipped with a pink, pouty nipple that hardened under his gaze. His cock pulsed and jerked.