Harper Collins Short Story

The Landlord of the Manor had indeed remained fully clothed during his ravaging; which was an indicator of his own urgency and need. As sore as she must be from his ministrations, and the bruises and welts that adorned her skin, his muscles, too, ached, and the bath would soothe both, before they retired to sleep on white, satin sheets. Together. It would be the first occasion in over a year that the man would wake up with the sunlight filtering through the windows, and the warmth of a woman's body beside him. The other's had either all left before morning came, of their own volition, or at Hawthorne's request. The man preferred his own company in the dawn hours, as a rule, however, there was an exception to every rule, and Harper Collin's …show more content…
There was no point in possessing a craftsman's tools if you couldn't put them to good use, and from his assessment of Harper Collin's words and dreamlike state as he'd carried her up the stairs, not to mention the intensity of her prior orgasm, he'd exceeded that …show more content…
Ninety percent lay underneath the surface, invisible, and waiting for an unsuspecting ship to pass by. Some craft sailed on, oblivious to its presence, whilst others struck with destructive force and sunk to ocean floor, forever lost. Did she possess any understanding of what occurred, or of the capabilities of the man who held her, and placed a soft kiss to the side of her neck. Most likely not, but apart from the Harper herself, that was a large part of what had attracted him. The opportunity to show a woman such as Harper a world she'd never dreamed of, or contemplated that she'd willingly partake in, and allow her a glimpse of what lay under the shadows of normality, where, for a price, men, and women if they so chose, could sate their basest desires. If she baulked, or he discovered she was not capable? Hawthorne would cross that bridge when he came to