Page 24 of Mrs. Victoria Buys A Brothel

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Embers

Victoria wiggled on the cart seat. She felt like she had dynamite about to explode in her heart.

“Why are you smiling so hard?” asked Natane, who was also grinning.

“You love me!” she giggled, a bit surprised.

Natane’s smile went soft. “I do,” she said. “And it’s good to say it out loud.”

“Do you want to know something incredible?” said Victoria in a rush, grabbing her hand. “I love you too!”

“You do?”

“Yes! Isn’t this marvellous?”

Natane seemed stunned for a moment. “For real?”

Victoria kissed the back of her hand and held it close. “Absolutely.”

Natane snapped the reins.

James was at the farm feeding the chickens, his whole focus on his task, the dogs following him adoringly. He did not acknowledge their arrival, but Natane did not seem bothered. She took the time to unload the carriage and put Daisy back in her stall. Only when James was done and walked up to them, she greeted him.

“Thank you for your help, James. You’re done for now, stay with your mama tomorrow. Grab your payment from the jar on the mantle.”

Victoria waited until he was long gone to enter the house and drop the canvas bag on the bed. Natane seemed curious but asked no questions. Instead, she removed her boots, locked the back door, and then the front one. The mood had been dimmed by the farm responsibilities, but simply looking into each other’s eyes was enough to rekindle it.

They met in the middle of the living room in an eager kiss.

“You love me!” breathed Victoria.

“You love me,” sighed Natane against her mouth.

Their kisses quickly grew hungry, their hands grabbing at each other. Victoria wanted to engulf Natane’s whole body. Her shoulders, her breasts, her hips, her butt, she wanted to crush it all against her and never let go.

“Do you want to go to bed?” panted Natane.

“I do, oh, I do, but…”

Natane stopped. “But?”

Victoria snorted. “I’m not a spring chicken, my darling. I can probably do this once a day. And I have prepared a surprise for you.”

Natane raised her eyebrows, interested. Victoria gently poked the tip of her nose. “For later,” she specified. “This surprise requires time and enough whisky to give me the courage to pull it off.”

“It sounds promising.”

Victoria winked. “Let’s just cook something for now. I’m starving.”

They worked in companionable chatter between kisses and wandering hands. They ate, cleaned, and finished the farm’s chores. In the afternoon, they went riding.

Victoria watched Natane’s hair in the wind, her glowing face, and felt like she could fly.

The evening came eventually. She ignored Natane’s insistent looks and left her to care for the horses while she reheated the leftovers. She also fetched the bottle of good whisky.

She drank a glass over dinner, just enough to calm her nerves. Once they were done, she led Natane to the bedroom.

“Can I help you undress?” whispered Natane, her hands fleeting over the buttons of Victoria’s blouse.

“The opposite,” Victoria smirked.

She pulled her white cancan dress out of the bag in a flourish.

“Oh,” said Natane.

Victoria quickly took her clothes off and threw it all on the dresser. Soon, she was standing naked in the middle of the room, her curves soft and golden in the light of the oil lamp.

She stopped Natane from moving closer. “No, no, step back. I want to do this, but if you touch me, I’m going to crack. Stay over there.”

She grabbed other things from the canvas bag, among them her satin bloomers. She handed them to Natane, a wicked smile on her face. “Well?”

Natane went completely red and nodded abruptly. She sank to her knees and held the white undergarments open.

Victoria finally came closer and placed a hand on Natane’s shoulder. She delicately put a foot in, then the other. Slowly, Natane pulled the garments up her legs and adjusted them on her hips. She tied the laces, made a cute little bow over Victoria’s belly button and pressed a kiss on it.

Silently, Victoria handed her the corset. It was rigid, yet the fabric was soft. Natane held it open in front of her, and Victoria slid her arms in, but did not do anything more. Natane’s breath hitched when she understood the game they were playing.

Natane fit the bones against Victoria’s curves, making sure it sat comfortably on the generous hips. She walked behind Victoria and laced it up, delicately, hole by hole. When she reached the last one, she was trembling.

“May I?” she whispered against Victoria’s nape.

“Yes. Anything.”

Natane trailed her fingers on the edge of the fabric, softly brushing the delicate skin. She traced over the shoulders and down the clavicles. Then, she slid a hand underneath and cupped a breast. She held it for a second, breathed in, got her control back. Gently, she lifted and placed it correctly in the bonnet. She did the same with the other one, and then let her hands rest on Victoria’s hips. “Now what?” she whispered.

“I throw you on the mattress and let you ravage me?”

“No. I’m curious now. Let’s keep going.”

Victoria, feeling faint, sat on the bed and grabbed a silk white stocking. Natane kneeled again and trailed kisses the length of her leg. “Your skin is softer than the silk.”

“Sap. Come on, you wanted to keep going,” she waved the stocking in front of her face.

Natane grabbed it playfully with her teeth. They exchanged a startled look. Victoria gripped the bedding, feeling her whole body react. Instinctively, she squeezed her legs together, but Natane stopped them, with just a bit of strength in her hands.

“Please take me,” whined Victoria.

Natane shook her head and removed the stocking from her mouth. Without breaking eye contact, she slid it slowly over Victoria’s leg and tied the ribbon at the top. She then squeezed the thigh with both hands, scratching the exposed skin right above the silk. Victoria whimpered.

Wordlessly, Natane asked for the second stocking. She slid it up, kissing the skin inch by inch before covering it. At the knee, she pulled Victoria’s legs apart and kissed upwards, inside her thigh. She tied the ribbon and gently bit on the skin above it.

She raised her head and Victoria gasped. She was a vision, kneeling between her legs, flushed and panting, her eyes wide.

“The shoes,” asked Natane.

She was handed a delicate white shoe, buttoned up to the ankle and embroidered in pale flowers. It was a ridiculous thing that had never been used outside, more suited to posh dance floors than a farm.

Natane kissed the tip and caressed the pearl buttons. She then grabbed Victoria’s foot and kissed the ankle, the toes, the arch, and gently slid the shoe over it. She buttoned it up, slowly, and traced the embroidery, the heel, the sole. She did the same with the other one, taking the time to observe the foot under every angle. Victoria let her move her leg around and sate her curiosity.

When she was done, she remained where she was, waiting for instructions. The thing in Victoria’s chest roared, hungry.

“The petticoat. Right there.”

She handed her the petticoat; a monster of fabric layered in rows that looked more like a cloud than a piece of clothing. Natane held it so she could step in, and raised it up to her waist. She adjusted the fabric belt over her hips and laced it, taking the time to kiss every piece of skin she could reach.

They stood there, breathing heavily in the silence of the night.

“Help me with the dress, my love,” whispered Victoria.

Natane slid it over her head and took the time to adjust the seams and put everything in its rightful place. The sleeves, the laces, the folds. Victoria felt her curious fingers trace the embroidery, the beading, and the frontiers where fabric met skin.

“Are we done?” asked Natane, placing a kiss on her clavicle. “I don’t know if I can wait much longer.”

“Oh, my love, we’re far from done,” grinned Victoria. “Usually, at this point I would do my hair, then my makeup, and finally put my jewelry on.” She chuckled at Natane’s incredulous look. “I won’t make you suffer through that tonight, darling. Here, help me with the gloves.”

The gloves were also made of white silk, with little ribbons tying them over the elbow. The left one had a stain of dried blood on the palm, but Victoria turned her hand towards the floor and ignored it, like she ignored the ripped lace at the back of her skirts. The night was not about this.

Natane was growing a bit impatient, her kisses on Victoria’s arms more insistent.

“I want you,” she growled over her bicep.

“You will want me even more when I’m done with you. Come on, we’re going back to the dining room.”

It was strange to wear her cancan getup in the farmhouse, like a clash of her two worlds that felt forbidden. It did give her a thrill of excitement.

She grabbed a chair and placed it in the middle of the room.

“Sit, cowboy.”

Natane stayed rooted to the spot for a moment. Then, she practically threw herself on the chair.

“I see you’ve guessed my game,” flirted Victoria, walking to the hooks near the door and grabbing the black Stetson. She sashayed back and put it on, tilting it playfully. She put a single finger under Natane’s chin and tilted her head up. “The rules are simple, my love. You are allowed to touch whatever you want, whenever you want.”

Natane immediately grabbed her face and kissed her deeply. Victoria moaned and let her for a moment. Then, she stepped back with a satisfied smirk.

“Now, I don’t have my piano with me, but…” she posed, and her whole demeanour became more sensual and coquettish. “I think it goes a bit like this.”

She hummed one of the automatic piano’s songs, moving slightly to the beat. She felt awkward and exposed, dancing alone in a living room like this, but Natane’s eyes were riveted on her. The roaring in her chest wanted more.

She grabbed the hem of her skirts and lifted it, inch by inch, revealing the stocking ribbon, the skin above it and the lace of her undergarments. She lowered the skirts and teasingly granted another peek at that forbidden bit of uncovered thigh.

Feeling bolder, she tried a half-kick, but it was hard to do it slowly without wobbling in place. She decided to skip the full cancan, which forced her to improvise.

She walked up to Natane, hips swaying, caressing the length of her own body. When she came into reach, Natane’s hands immediately went to her hips, like an involuntary reflex.

“Hello, my love,” whispered Victoria, bending in half to give a plunging view of her cleavage. Natane whimpered, but did not reach out. She seemed happy to simply look, now that she could touch a part of Victoria to ground herself. “Do you want to keep going?”

Natane nodded, lost for words.

Victoria kissed her at the corner of her lips, and pulled back. Keeping her hand on Natane’s arm, she walked around the chair, still humming the slow melody. She stood behind Natane and, kissing her long neck, undid the buttons of her shirt until it was left open wide. She traced her way up, her nails gently scratching the soft skin. Natane groaned.

“Still with me, darling?”

Natane’s head jerked, way past words.

Victoria went back around and admired her work. Natane was clutching at the seat of her chair, breathing through her mouth, chest exposed. Her eyes were wild and completely focused on Victoria. Yes, look at me , she wanted to say. Never let your eyes off me .

“Your hands, please.”

She guided them under the skirt and back on her hips, the long fingers clutching at the satin bloomers. She hummed some more bars of the song and swayed her hips, if only to feel the hands follow her movements. “Here,” she whispered, guiding them to the little bow.

Natane undid the knot. Victoria threw her a devilish grin and turned around in her arms, to lift the long back of the skirts. “Keep all this out of my way, would you, darling?”

Natane pushed the petticoats aside. Victoria slowly lowered her bloomers, uncovering her bottom in a most audacious way, and left them right under her cheeks. Feeling incredibly daring and a great deal silly, she wiggled her naked posterior in Natane’s face.

“Fuck,” breathed Natane, and then bit her.

It was nothing painful, yet the feeling went straight to Victoria’s nether regions. She made an unholy sound.

Natane kissed the skin. “Sorry.”

“All good, my dear,” she breathed. “I certainly would not mind more of this,” Natane nibbled and she whimpered, “once we reach a more horizontal surface! I’m wearing heels!”

“Alright,” muttered Natane, grabbing her cheeks and clawing her hands in. “Keep going.”

Victoria stood and turned back, her flushed skin stark against the white of her dress. “Did you know that originally, cancan is supposed to be danced without any underwear?” She let the bloomers fall to the floor, and stepped out of them. “All the kicking makes a little more sense now, does it?” She teased her skirts up for a second, wiggling and feeling saucy.

“Hm,” said Natane, riveted.

Victoria guided her hands back on her hips, now flush against the skin. Natane’s nails dug in her flesh in the most delicious way.

Victoria kissed her, just because she could, and then moved to kiss her cheek, her jaw, and all the way to her neck. Natane leaned her head back, her eyes closed.

While she was distracted, Victoria caressed down her chest and landed on her waist. She undid the knot of her riding skirt and unwrapped it, letting the folds fall on either side of the chair, and leaving Natane only in her buckskin pants. Victoria grabbed her knees and spread them, leaving her completely debauched, breasts exposed, legs wide open, hair messy, eyes wild. Victoria wanted to devour her.

She raised a foot and placed it on the chair right between the parted thighs, pressing lightly against the pants seams with the point of her shoe. Natane whimpered, one of her hands going to Victoria’s calf, the other at her ankle. She pulled gently, to test it, but Victoria would not move. Natane’s hips humped up involuntarily, and it was the most erotic thing Victoria had ever seen.

“What do you want, my love?” she whispered.

Natane grabbed her calf with both hands, folding in half and resting her head against her knee. “I just… I just want to touch you,” she breathed.

“Then do so.”

Natane kissed her knee and let her hands wander up, past the stocking’s bow, past her thigh. One of the hands went back to her buttock and grabbed without restraint. The other, more gently, scratched the coarse hairs and slid in the space between her legs. She teased at the entrance, her thumb pressing against the sensitive nub at the top. Victoria moved her pelvis, awkwardly trying to find the right angle for Natane’s fingers to slip in. She felt them enter her, up to the knuckle, and curve back.

“Fuck!” whimpered Victoria, grabbing a hold of Natane’s shoulder to avoid falling flat on her face. She let the fingers explore deeper, in and out. Natane, still kissing her knee, looked up to her, intense eyes never leaving her face. Victoria’s head lolled on her shoulder, wanting to lean back and keep eye contact at the same time.

“Oh, darling,” she moaned, moving her hips to get these fingers deeper. “This is, huh, rather acrobatic.” A moan. “I’m afraid… ah!… that… that we’ll have to reconfigure, hm, soon.”

Her leg was shaking and through her wanton haze, she knew it would only take a good twist of Natane’s fingers to make her fall right on her ass.

Natane removed her hand, not without flicking her sensitive spot one last time. “Did you do all you wanted to do?” she asked, her mouth still on Victoria’s stockinged knee. “Can I take over?”

If Victoria had other plans, she did not remember them. “Please,” she nodded, putting both feet on the ground.

Without a warning, Natane stood up, grabbed her by the waist and, in a strong and agile movement, twisted her around and sat her on the chair. Victoria landed with a surprised “Oh!”, but before she could react, Natane had sunk to her knees, pulled her hips forward, pushed her legs apart, and dove her head right under her skirts.

Victoria screamed and gripped her long hair. Natane did not seem to mind, her tongue lewdly licking her privates and delving inside, breathing her in, devouring her. She placed one of Victoria’s legs over her shoulder and kept it there, her nails digging in the flesh, grabbing a buttock with the other hand.

It was not the first time they had tried this, but never so wildly, so debauched. Victoria was barely sitting on the chair anymore, head thrown back with the wooden backrest digging into her neck. She was grabbing the seat, and also Natane’s hair, and, with a complete lack of manners, pressed Natane’s face against her nether regions.

In a moment of lucidity, she glanced at Natane, feeling guilty for having all the fun. Natane did not seem to notice or care. Her buckskin pants were down to her thighs and she was furiously touching herself.

It did not take much, after that. Victoria lost all control and simply humped up like a rutting animal. It was vulgar, dirty, and completely feral.

She came, almost violently, as if struck by lightning. Her scream went on and on, and changed into high-pitched whines, while the pleasure transformed into rolling thunder. She pulled at Natane’s hair, moving frantically against her mouth, trying to get more of that feeling. It was incredibly rude, and she did not care.

She was starting to wind down, when Natane’s motions became frantic, accelerated until she was muffling her own screams against Victoria. Her nails dug into the flesh of Victoria’s ass, painfully. Her moans slowed down to soft whimpers until she was simply panting.

Natane rested her head against her leg and simply looked up, dazed. Victoria felt the same.

They caught their breaths for a while. Victoria’s grip on Natane’s hair became gentler, until she was petting her, wordlessly asking for forgiveness. Natane gave it by kissing the inside of her thigh.

“That was something,” panted Victoria.

“Hm,” said Natane, nuzzling against her skin. “I want to die here.”

She chuckled. “Surely it must not be comfortable?”

“Don’t care,” she smooshed her face against the skin. “Love your thighs. I want them to crush me. Love your smell.” She kissed Victoria’s sensitive nub, making her twitch. “Fuck, I love your ass,” and she grabbed it with both hands. “Did I scratch you?”

“Yes. It was delicious. I’m considering wearing the jeans only to feel it tomorrow.” She tried to sit up, her back twinging. “Actually, I’m going to feel everything tomorrow. We are probably too old for this kind of acrobatics. Oh, my hip.”

“You keep saying that, and you still do the wildest things.” She let down Victoria’s leg and massaged it. “I was certainly not expecting to have you on a dining room chair.”

“Well, it was a novelty, but we’ll do it on the bed next time. Here, grab my hands, watch out for your knees.”

They got up on wobbly legs, leaning against each other and laughing at their dishevelled state. Natane brought a basin of clean water and towels so they could wipe themselves off. Victoria sat back and unbuttoned her pretty shoes. “We are lucky I did not twist an ankle.”

Natane chuckled and wiped the glistening moisture off her face. Oh, it was ridiculously depraved, thought Victoria.

“I feel guilty, you did all the work,” she said, trying to put her hair in a semblance of order.

Natane shrugged, buttoning back her shirt. “I like it like this,” she confessed. “When I have something to do.”

Victoria put it in the list of Natane’s quirks, like the fact that she did not seem to care much for the taste left in her mouth. Victoria did not waste time feeling insulted, she knew Natane was very peculiar with her food. She was not surprised to see her pour two whisky shots and down one immediately. She handed Victoria the other one.

“Thank you, my love. And thank you for… Well, doing what you did. I hope it was not too unpleasant for you.”

“Didn’t you see me come?” She pulled up her buckskin pants. “Don’t worry, Victoria, I enjoyed every moment. I was so focused on you that I forgot to be picky about everything,” she chuckled. “Move, you’re sitting on my skirt.”

“Oh, here.” She watched Natane wrap it back and, in a moment, looked put together as if nothing lecherous had happened. “Aren’t we going to sleep?”

“Are you tired? After this?” She grabbed Victoria’s satin bloomers off the floor and handed them with a satisfied smirk. “I could run for miles. But I’ll just go check on the animals. You can get ready for bed; I’ll be back soon.”

Victoria took her underwear back. “I refuse to let you out of my sight. Just give me a moment to change and I’ll be right with you.

Natane kissed her, grabbed her Stetson off the floor, and walked out the door. Victoria was thinking of calling her back to ask for help with the corset, when she saw her hesitate on the porch and stare at the horizon. Right next to her, the dogs were awake and looking in the same direction.

“Darling?” she asked, a bad feeling creeping up her spine. She pulled on her bloomers and tied them, walking to the porch on her stockings. “What’s wrong?”

“Do you hear anything?”

She was looking towards Swainsburg. The town was dark against the black sky, few of its windows lit up. Nothing seemed amiss.

And then, she heard it. A repetitive clanging sound.

“The alarm bell,” said Natane. “Get your shoes.”