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    Elijah kept moving his fingers, curling them and continued to move them as he leaned forward to kiss her. He was glad that he could work her up, but she had no idea what she had gotten into when she bought him. He was curious to see just what she would do to him in return. He smiled against her lips, curling his fingers to get her to make a loud sound again. “Come again and I’ll give you what you want,” he whispered against her ear. “I’ll take you here in this carriage. That’s what you want, isn’t it?” 

     Anna breathed heavily as he worked her up with his fingers. She kissed him on the lips passionately. She slid her hands through his hair and moaned out loud. Her hips undulated forward over and over again. She pushed her feet down against the floor of the carriage. Her eyes rolled back and she moaned. She reached up above her head and let her body spasm as he brought her into orgasm all over again.

     Elijah felt her body convulsing from pleasure underneath his ministrations, his tongue still going until her body stopped spasming. He pulled his head back and out from underneath her skirts, his hands sliding against her thighs and between. As she came down from her first orgasm, he pushed two fingers into her and started to move them quickly, watching her as he knelt there between her legs. 

     Anna looked down when he came out from under her dress. She smiled at him, wanting nothing more than to lean down and kiss his lips. She closed her eyes as he started to thrust his fingers in and out of her. She moaned, arching her back, pushing her hips towards his fingers. She whined and whimpered all over again. "Kiss me." She demanded. She looked down at him, her hands shakily reaching for his cheeks, she moved herself around so she could lean forward and kiss him passionately. She wrapped her arms right around him and whined as he kept working her up.

    Elijah reached underneath her skirts to move her knickers, ripping them off in one motion. And his mouth was once again on her heat, his tongue pressing up into her and his fingers starting to rub at her clitoris. If this is what she wanted, this was what she was going to get. He knew exactly how to please a woman, using his mouth, his fingers and his body. Everything he knew was learned through the sex trade. 

    Annabelle let her head fall back, and she started to pant. She moaned loudly and whimpered, squirming under his ministrations. She pushed her hips forward, fighting against his grasp. Her eyes rolled back and she gripped at anything she could. She actually started to convulse from pleasure already. She shook her head furiously. "Fu-fucking hell." She grasped even more desperately. 

   Elijah smirked some and raised a brow at her comment. “Or if I put one on you?” he teased her as her lips moved in close to his. He growled against the kiss as her hand went straight to his lap. He pushed his hips into her hand just as her body settled itself into his lap. He slid one hand underneath her skirts, pressing it against the front of her knickers and pressed his fingers against that spot he knew would drive a woman wild. 

    Anna purred at that. "You want to tie me up and make me yours?" She whispered, a little breathless. She leaned towards him She kept playing with his lap, whimpering at the feel of that length in his pants. "You better. Or I'll never know my place." She whispered. She moaned and rolled her hips towards his fingers. She wanted him badly; something absolutely awful. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment until, without warning she was on the other seat. Her eyes widened and she looked over, her skirts flying everywhere, then he disappeared.

    Elijah looked at her and smiled some, doing as he was told, following behind her. He slid his hands into his pockets and watched her get into the carriage, following behind. He sat in his seat and removed his hands from is pockets as he considered her. She was definitely a pretty one; likely to be the biggest hellcat he’d ever seen. She had the right look about her. 

    Annabelle looked down at his hand, she tilted her head to the side, then licked her lips. "Call me Anna or Belle. Not mistress." She whispered. She leaned towards him. "Only call me mistress when I put a collar on you." She slid her fingers against his thigh then leaned in and kissed him immediately on the lips. She moved her hand right up into his lap, her kissing him went from just curiosity to franticness. She pulled her face back and murmured to him. "I am very naughty. Perhaps you should punish me for it." She grabbed his lower lip between her teeth and tugged on it gently.

    This was a stage that Elijah was used to standing on. He had been in the slave trade since he came of age — sometimes as an actual slave and other times as a gigolo for women who wanted nothing better to do than have a younger man between their thighs. He couldn’t complain; the women he had been bought by were at least tolerable most of the time. 

    Annabelle reached up and pushed her hair back behind her ear. She tilted her head, eyes focused on him, when he got to the bottom of the steps, she beckoned towards the carriage just off to the side. "Come with me." She turned and walked over. Another slave pulled the carriage door open. She stopped short, hiked her dress up and got in, then beckoned for him. "Come now, into the carriage."

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