Romance: Luther's Property (5 page)

The next morning all
of the women took turns having hot baths and primping themselves in front of
the few mirrors in the house.
 
They were
all getting ready just in case Isaac asked to have some private time alone with
them.
 
That was how it worked.

 
Isaac was going to give a list to the Madame,
and then meet with all of the girls on that list, one by one until the day was
over, and then he would pick a bride.
 
Emma knew she wouldn’t get picked but she prettied herself up as much as
she could, just for the fun of it.
 
She
enjoyed being allowed to wear her church dress on a non-church day.
 

Ellen snuck up
behind Emma and tickled her sides, causing Emma to jump with terror and
excitement.

“Oh my goodness,
Ellen you look beautiful!”

“Don’t I always?”

Emma twirled around,
showing off one of her favored dresses, it had been a gift from a man a few
months back that tried desperately to change Ellen’s mind about marrying
them.
 
Ellen sighed and fanned herself;
her face was stuck in a permanent smile.

“If you are going to
turn him down, why did you get so dressed up Ellen?”

“Because he deserves
to have something beautiful to look at while I’m refusing him.”

Ellen smiled, but
Emma suddenly felt a pit of worry in her stomach.
 
Ellen had never tried to be beautiful for a
man before, she had always worn her chore clothes when they called upon her for
a private interview.
 
Ellen could tell
that something was wrong with Emma; her mouth was fading from a sweet smile to
a low frown.
 
She reached out and lifted
Emma’s chin up to gaze into her eyes.

“Chin up sweet
sister, today is a day for fun!”

Ellen winked at Emma
and strode off to assist the other girls with their hair, only Ellen knew how
to twist any type of hair into the perfect up do.
 
Emma stood back and kept her eyes on Ellen,
trying to figure out what her sister was up to, and refusing to tell her.
 
Emma was forced out of her mind and away from
her thoughts as the Madame came into the room and clapped her hands to get all
the women’s attention.

“Ladies,
Ladies.
 
Mr. Dhelhare has given me his
list.”

All of the women
gathered around the Madame, their bodies fidgeting against each other as the
all waited for the Madame to reveal the list of women Isaac was interested in.

“Ellen.”

“Yes Madame?”

“You will be
spending the morning with Mr. Dhelhare, go and cook him breakfast.”

Ellen grinned and
nodded.
 
She placed her hands on Emma’s
shoulders to give her a soft squeeze before leaving the room and heading down
to the kitchen.
 
All the other women were
jealous, normally the private time lasted only a few minutes, but an entire
morning was given to Ellen.

“Emma.”

The entire room
gasped, including Emma.

“Yes Madame?”

“You will be
spending the afternoon with him, starting at lunch.”

“Yes Madame.”

“Good.
 
That is all, everyone else is to go about
your chores as normal.”

Emma’s eyes grew
wider when she realized he had only requested time with her and her
sister.
 
Emma bit down on her lower lip
with fear as she strode off to the now empty bedroom.
 
She sat on the bed and let out a long sigh,
letting her head fall backwards onto her pillow, her feet still hanging off the
side of her bed.

“Emma dear, are you
alright?”

Emma looked up to
see the house Madame standing at the doorway, a concerned look on her face.

“Yes Madame, I’m
just nervous.”

“And why are you
nervous?”

The Madame smiled
and entered the room; making her way to Emma she sat on the bed next to Emma’s
bent knees.
 
The Madame placed a single
hand on Emma’s knees and gazed down at her.

“I’ve never had a
private interview before.”

“I’m sure you will
do just fine.”

“But how could I
compete with Ellen, she’s beautiful…and my sister.”

“Well, perhaps there
will be no competing at all.
 
You are the
more skilled, and Isaac is looking for a wife to help him run his farm.”

The Madame continued
to smile but Emma wasn’t buying any of her reassurance.

“But she’s my
sister.”

“She has always said
she wanted you to find a husband first.
 
Today may be your lucky day sweetheart.
 
Isaac is a fine catch, and doesn’t seem to be scared away by a little
scar.”

Emma sat up and
hugged the house Madame, her kind words filling Emma with a small bit of
confidence.

“Thank you, for
always being so kind to me Madame.”

The Madame smiled
again and tapped Emma’s chin with the side of her knuckle.

“I had a daughter,
you remind me so much of her.
 
It will be
a happy day when you are whisked away from this place and married.”

Emma blushed and the
Madame patted her knee once more before standing up from the bed.

“I must go check on
your sister.
 
You take it easy this
morning; you have a very exciting afternoon ahead of you.”

Emma gasped.

“What should I make
him for lunch?”

“Perhaps a picnic
would be nice; you could use the large blanket you knit to lay on.”

The Madame flashed
Emma one more smile before walking out of the room, leaving Emma to her own
thoughts again.
 
Emma sat on her bed and
smiled, thinking of all the things that she could pack for a nice picnic in the
sun.

While Emma was
hiding up in the bedroom waiting for her turn, Ellen was down in the kitchen
enjoying her time with Isaac.

“How do you like
your eggs?”

“Delicious.”

Isaac smiled softly
at Ellen as he scooped up bite after bite of eggs and swallowed them down.
 
He shifted in his chair every so often,
feeling strange as Ellen just gazed at him from across the table as he ate.

“Why don’t you have
some?”

“Not hungry.”

“Oh…”

Isaac finished his
eggs, still feeling awkward about a woman watching him eat.
 
Once he was finished he dropped his spoon
onto the plate and pushed it away from him.
 
He leaned back against his chair and smiled at
Ellen, crossing his arms over his chest as he let his eyes take all of her in.

“All done?”

Isaac just nodded,
wanting to see what she would do.
 
Ellen
stood up from the table and reached far across it, letting her breasts press
into the table, giving Isaac a perfect view of her cleavage while she fetched
his empty plate.
 
She straightened
herself out and winked at Isaac before taking the plate over to the counter
with the rest of the dirty dishes.

“So what would you
like to do this morning Mr. Dhelhare?”

“Please call me
Isaac, and I thought that you were in charge of planning the activities.”

Ellen smiled and
nodded, reaching her hand out to him.

“Yes, yes I am.”

Isaac slipped his
hand into Ellen’s and squeezed it gently.
 
Ellen continued to smile as she pulled Isaac up off of his chair and
towards the exit.

“Where are we
going?”

“I’m giving you a
private tour of our house.”

Isaac smiled and let
Ellen lead the way.
 
AS she passed doors
she pointed out which one was which and what she did the rooms while the other
girls learnt their skills.
 
She talked
about how boring life in the house was, and how she couldn’t wait to get out of
there, avoiding Isaac’s question each time he asked her why she wasn’t already
married off.
 
Ellen wanted to avoid
talking about her sister; she wasn’t ready to give Isaac a reason not let her
stay, because she wanted to leave with him.

“And this is my
favorite room.”

Ellen pulled Isaac
inside and twirled around him to close the door behind them.
 
She smiled as she secretly locked the door
from behind her back.

“Why is this your
favorite?”

“It’s the most
quiet.
 
Nobody comes here during the
day.”

Isaac looked around
the room to discover it was a small library.

“You enjoy reading?”

“I enjoy being left
alone.”

“Ah.”

Isaac scanned all of
the books on the walls, and noticed there were only a few cushioned benches for
people to sit and read.
 
Ellen moved up
behind him and pushed him towards the benches, pulling on his arm to turn him
around before he fell backwards onto the bench.

“Going to read me
something?”

Ellen just shook her
head and lifted up her dress.
 
She was
grinning as she lowered herself onto Isaac’s lap and wrapped her arms around
his neck.

“I don’t think you
are looking for a wife to read to you every night.”

Isaac coughed and
tried to clear his throat, his body instantly reacting to the feel of a woman
pressed so tightly against his groin.

“I’m looking for a
wife that can do many things.”

Ellen tilted her
head and smiled, she loved when she could make a man blush, though she had
never tried this hard to do it before.

“I can do many
things.”

Ellen leaned in and
pressed her lips softly against.
 
Isaac
groaned and tried to fight the urge to kiss Ellen back, but once her teeth
nibbled along his lower lip he was lost.
 
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her tighter against him,
kissing her hard and deep, letting his tongue swirl around hers.
 
Ellen smiled and moaned when she felt Isaac
returning her affections, her hips rocking back and forth against his
noticeable arousal.
 

Ellen slide one hand
away from Isaac’s neck and moved it in between their bodies to tug at the laces
of his pants.
 
Isaac pulled away from her
lips and gripped both her wrists, holding her body away from his but still
settled against his lap.

“Woah there
sweetheart.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m not here for
that.”

Ellen wiggled
herself against his lap, teasing his hardened shaft.

“Your body says
different.”

“Well, we shouldn’t
be doing that.”

“Why not?”

“I came here to find
a wife, not soil a good woman.”

Ellen smiled and
tugged her wrist against his hold, slipping from his grasp to caress her
fingertips against his cheek.

“We know you’re
going to choose me, so think of it was a small gift before the wedding.”

“How do you know it
will be you?”

‘It’s always me;
I’ve just never wanted to accept before.”

Isaac growled in
frustration, his body demanding he continue, while his mind was screaming at
him to get up and walk away.
 
Ellen
leaned forward and pressed her lips against his again, biting down harder on
his lower lip, and she became his undoing.
 
Isaac let go of her wrists and moved his hand in between their grinding
bodies.
 
He was groaning against her
mouth as he pulled his pants open and slide his hand along his hard cock.
 
He began to stroke himself to the rhythm of
Ellen’s rocking hips, wishing he was buried inside of the woman so happily
torturing him.

“Here let me do
that.”

Ellen pushed her
hand down his pants and forced him to remove his own, replacing his fingers
with her soft ones against his hard cock.
 
Ellen moved her hand up and down with her hips, nibbling along his jaw
as her grip tightened.

“Oh lord.”

“Mmm, you’re so
big.”

Ellen was moaning
against his ear as she continued to stroke Isaac’s cock, rubbing herself
against the her hand and his bulge as she moved.
 
She began panting and gasping as his cock
throbbed against her fingers, ready to release into her hand.

“Better stop woman..
I’m going to…”

Isaac leaned his
head back and let out a low, deep groan as he pushed his hips up against her
fingers.
 
Ellen nibbled on his earlobe as
she squeezed his cock tighter, feeling his warm cum spilling into her hand and
spreading against the inside of his pants.
 
Isaac sat still with his head back against the wall for a long moment,
while Ellen pulled her hand out from his pants and wiped it off on the inside
of her dress.

“Just imagine what
you’d get on the wedding night.”

Isaac groaned
against and titled his head up to gaze into her eyes.
 
His hands wrapped around her waist and he
picked her up.
 
He moved her off of his
lap and onto the floor, letting her stand and wait while he straightened out
his clothes.

“We shouldn’t have
done that.”

“Too late now.”

Ellen grinned and
winked at Isaac before walking over to the door to unlock it while he finished
fixing his messy attire.