12 comments/ 31943 views/ 14 favorites Seduced by Sin Ch. 01 By: SecretlyRenee Ok, this is my first attempt at writing, so it might be a little on the rough side until I get an idea of where I want my writing to take me. Constructive criticism is welcome, and I am open to any useful suggestions or ideas you might have. Please, no bashers. Hope you like it! Renee * Our story begins in the early 1800's England, on the estate of Lord Carrington, Earl of Bendford, just north of London. The Earl's only daughter, Katherine, rose early that morning, dressed in her favorite emerald velvet riding habit, quietly snuck down the back stairs and out a side door. She lifted her face to the brightly shining sunlight, not caring that it might put a few faint freckles across her nose. She tossed her bright auburn curls over one shoulder and headed off for the stables to fetch her mare, Sally. Stepping inside the shadows of the musty building, smelling of horses, straw, dirt and leather, Kate gently eased the door of Sally's stall open, praying the hinges wouldn't squeak as she did so. Her father had been very adamant that she always take a groom with her when she rode in the forest of their estate, but she simply didn't want any company today. It looked to be a very hot day today and she had been looking forward to swimming in the large natural pool just on the other side of her father's estate for a week now. A groom wouldn't let her cross the estate boundary and even if he would, she certainly couldn't strip to her shift with someone watching. After leading her mare out of the gloom of the stable, Kate managed to saddle her, using the lightest sidesaddle she could find and fastening a bridle on her horse, looked for a mounting block. She settled for a nearby fence, clutching her skirts over one arm as she climbed up and into the sidesaddle. After draping a spare towel she had grabbed from the house on her way out, Kate nudged Sally and whispered, "Go, girl!" Off they flew, across the back road and over the meadow, entering the wooded part of her father's estate. Her hair flew out behind her as she rode, a bright red flame in the sun. About 20 minutes later, she reached the boundary which was guarded by a low lying stone wall about 2 feet tall. She urged her mare on, leaping easily over the wall to the other side, with the hidden glen just on the other side. The trees grew very densely here, with a rocky outcropping towering to the left. Kate had found a space just big enough to squeeze through, although she had to leave her horse behind, tethered to a tree. Grabbing the towel, she stepped towards the small pool at the base of the outcropping, unbuttoning her habit as she went… Just a few miles away, Lord Sinclair Harper, Sin to his friends, was out for his morning ride on his black stallion and was also thinking of taking a dip in the glen's pool. Sin had been away for 8 years, earning his fortune in Jamaica with an export business. His father had demanded that he marry some simpering London chit when he was 21 or be tossed out on his ear. Sin had left his father's house that very night with a few thousand pounds he'd borrowed from close friends, a few changes of clothes, and headed off to South America and the Cayman Islands to make his own way. He had succeeded beyond even his expectations and owned a fleet of ships, one of which he had outfitted for comfort and speed. This same ship, the Marianne (after his mother), brought him home when he received word of his father's unexpected death by heart attack. Apparently he'd been reading his estate manager the riot act when he suddenly clutched his chest and fell to the floor. Sin didn't make it home in time for the funeral and felt a twinge of sorrow for the relationship he'd never had with his father. Today he was going over his father's estate, now his, the new Viscount Arden. The estate seemed to be in fair condition, a few changes needed to be made but nothing that required his immediate attention. He approached the back entrance to the hidden glen, deciding to cool off in the pool he had visited often as a child. Tying his horse to a nearby branch, Sin stripped off his coat, waistcoat and shirt, laying them over his saddle. He left his boots and trousers on, not wanting to walk through the often prickly brush bare-assed. Kate hesitated on the rocky edge of the pool, feeling a little wicked as she impulsively stripped off her shift and dipped one toe in the cool water. Though it was fairly hot in the sun, the water was still a bit colder than she liked and she decided to ease her way in, a little at a time. First up to her knees, then trailing her fingertips in the water as it lapped gently around her trim thighs, feeling a tingle run down her spine as the water caressed the soft folds between her legs. Once the water reached her waist, Kate took a deep breath and plunged under the surface, only to burst back up with a half scream from the water's chill. "Oh! That's cold!" As she became used to the water's temperature, she dove under the surface, swimming for the far side of the pool… Sin was halfway through the brush to the hidden glen's clearing when he heard a short scream, then a splash. "What the hell…" He ran the rest of the way to the pool inside the glen, stripping off his boots and trousers as he went, leaving only his drawers on. Seeing a ripple in the water, he assumed someone must have tripped on one of the rocks and fallen in. Not wasting a moment, Sin dove into the water, his hand almost immediately coming in contact with soft flesh that he wrapped a muscular arm around and pulled to the surface. Once his head was out of the water, he noticed he had a hold of a beautiful naked young woman, who also seemed extremely angry at him for pulling her up out of the water. Her firm, round breasts where pressed against his chest, her nipples poking him like little pebbles. She sputtered, through the wet hair hanging in her eyes, "Unhand me, you -- you -- cretin!" while squirming, trying to move her body away from his muscular one. All her wiggling around was causing Sin's body to respond, his cock hardening and nudging her naked belly through his wet drawers. He couldn't help the deep growl that immerged from his throat as he pulled her tight against him, pushing her hair aside he lowered his lips to her lush mouth. Kate was swimming underwater with her eyes closed, enjoying the cool flow of the water over her naked body when something brushed her arm. Then a strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her to the surface of the pool and plastering her body to a man's naked chest. Her long wet hair dripping in her eyes, she tried to pull away from the stranger who had grabbed her and was now trying to drag her out of the water. Her face blushed hotly as she felt her nipples rub against his lightly haired chest, her legs tangling with his as she pushed against him, calling him a cretin and demanding he let her go. Her blush deepened and spread down her body when she felt him, hard and hot against her stomach. She let out a squeak when his hand shoved her hair aside and his mouth moved to take hers. His lips were demanding but gentle, seducing her with insistent brushes, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip enticing her to open. Sin marveled at the warm naked female in his arms, trailing his hands down her sides, her struggles ceasing as she began to enjoy the kiss. His hands cupped her shapely bottom and pulled her body up so his hard cock was rubbing between her thighs, only the thin covering of his wet drawers preventing him from thrusting inside her. As Kate felt him pull her body tighter against him, she let out an involuntary gasp at the sensation of his hardness rubbing the sensitive nub between her legs; the friction caused by his wet drawers felt so good… Sin had taken advantage of her open mouth and was slowly stroking her tongue with his own, his hands squeezing the round globes of her ass, Kate shuddered when she felt his fingers move between their bodies to stroke her clit. Sin couldn't believe how completely this vibrant beauty was responding to his caresses, from tigress to purring kitten, she had melted in his arms with that first kiss. He trailed his hand down and gently slipped his fingers over her hard little nub, rubbing her petals and circling her tight pussy entrance. His lips had moved from her red swollen mouth down her neck and as he latched onto one juice pink nipple, Sin pressed one finger up inside her tight channel, his thumb continuing to rub her hard clit. Kate stiffened a little, the strange feeling of his finger invading her body cleared some of the desire-induced cobwebs. She grabbed his wrist, and cried, "Wait!" At least she didn't say stop… was Sin's grateful thought. He pulled his hand away from between her legs and grabbing her ass, lifted her a little higher and backed out of the thigh high water onto a sunny patch of grass on the shore. Pulling her down on top of his muscular body, Sin slid his hand up the nape of her neck and drew her mouth to his. This time Kate didn't hesitate to return his kiss as his tongue teased hers, coaxing her, taking little nips of her bottom lip. His hands slid down, stroking her body, over her hips to cup her round ass and he trailed his fingertips up and down her as cheeks, so lightly goose bumps rose on her flesh and a delicious chill of pleasure raced down her spine. Kate felt the folds between her legs grow damp as Sin continued his caresses, his hands moving up her sides to her breasts. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, like little pebbles against his hand, squeezing and lightly pinching them. Kate couldn't help letting out a moan when Sin brushed his hands across her nipples, they felt so tight and achy almost begging him to touch. When he pinched and pulled on them, she felt it down there again, more wetness and a strange ache she had never felt before. "Please!" she moaned, clutching his arms, not sure exactly what she was asking for, just that her body wanted more. Sin responded by dipping his head and sucking her nipple into his hot mouth, teasing it with his tongue. "Oh, God!" Kate cried out when the heat of his mouth engulfed her nipple and her hips unconsciously began rubbing against him. Sin rolled, pulling her beneath his body, moving lower and pressed his still hard cock between her thighs. Taking her other nipple into his mouth, he laved it with his tongue and as she gasped, arching her body beneath him, Sin slipped his hand down her body again, this time swirling his finger in her wet folds, teasing her clit. "Ahh! What are you doing to me?" Kate cried, as she felt her body quickening, his rough callused fingers relentless in exploring her previously untouched folds. As Sin felt her body tighten, he knew she was very close to her first climax. Making a quick decision, he intensified his assault on her hard little clit and lifting her chin, brought her eyes up to meet his and demanded, "When was your last women's cycle?" Kate's glazed eyes widened as she stammered, "ah, ah, about a week ago. " "Good, should be safe," he muttered, as he dipped his head again, determined to push her into an intense orgasm and take her while she was in climax's grip. She moved like an untried virgin, so he would have to make entry fast and hard, penetrate her hymen and then teach her the more pleasurable parts of sex. He didn't normally push a woman so hard when she wasn't really willing, but he had been without a good fuck since coming back to England and his control had deserted him. Kate felt like her body was no longer her own, so this is what lust feels like! she thought, her hips now moving without her control against that invading hand, his hard fingers stroking a bundle of nerves she hadn't know about until today. Suddenly her body tightened even more and she felt a tingle start in her toes, working its way up her legs like a wave… "Ah, ah, ah, ah!" she cried out as the feeling exploded from inside her wet channel, pleasure streaking through her making her convulse with the intensity of the pleasure. When Sin felt the girl come on his hand, he reached down and shoved his drawers down, pulling his painfully hard cock out and moved between her thighs. Bracing himself above her naked body, he thrust his hips forward, forcing his thick 9 inch cock inside her tight pussy, gritting his teeth as he pressed deeper inside her wet channel. As Kate rode the pleasure flooding her body, she noticed a hardness pushing inside her tight entrance, only it felt a lot bigger than his finger this time! As her body stretched around his invading cock, she whimpered, "Its too big! It won't fit!" Sin chuckled and pushed in another inch, "It'll fit, although this might hurt a little first," as he pulled her legs higher, pushing them a little wider and grabbing her hips, plunged forward breaking her hymen. "Oh! Oww!" Kate dug her fingernails into his biceps as a sharp pain tore through her, his cock now buried to the hilt inside her body. She breathed in short little puffs as her body slowly became used to the feeling of his hardness inside her pussy, as the pain receded and gradually that tingling pleasure returned. Sin gritted his teeth, forcing himself to wait for her body to become accustomed to his size, she was so tight is was almost impossible to be still. When he felt her hips move, pushing against him, he pulled out only to shove back inside her tight hot hole. Kate sighed when she felt him pull out, thinking was that it? only to gasp as he immediately thrust his hard cock deeper inside her pussy. It felt so good, she could feel every inch of him as he began pounding his cock harder and faster inside her, the sprinkling of hair at the base was rubbing against her clit, enhancing her pleasure. His hands on her hips, he watched her face as he fucked her pussy, changing the angle a little until he found one that had her arching up and moaning out loud, her hips rising up to meet his thrusts. Without any warning, Kate felt him pull all the way out of her and she cried out, so close! Why had he stopped? Then his hands pulled her around and flipped her over onto her hands and knees, facing away from him with her bottom in the air. "What are you…?" she started to say when he pushed his still hard cock back inside her pussy, from behind. Oh! It felt different, better even, as his cock filled her up more than before, his hands reached under her and cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples as his hips plowed his cock harder insider her drenched pussy. That tingle from before started again, from her toes in a wave moving up her body and when he leaned down over her back and whispered in her ear, "Come for me," she exploded with a shriek, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm. Her arms collapsed, her head was down on the grass and her bottom in the air. As his strokes became harder and shorter, Sin drove his cock all the way to the hilt. Kate felt his cock start to swell as it plowed her pussy, and with one last thrust, she felt him pulse deep inside her as his hot seed flooded her pussy. Feeling boneless and drained, Sin pulled out and flopped onto his back next to the girl, wondering a little belatedly as his head cleared, who is this girl and what was she doing on his land swimming in his pond? * Let me know what you think of my first attempt, sorry for leaving the end like this, there will be another chapter. I promise… I haven't decided yet what Sin's reaction will be to learning he just seduced his neighbor's innocent daughter. Oh, and don't forget to vote! Thanks for reading… Renee Seduced by Sin Ch. 02 First of all, thank you so much for all the wonderful feedback! I am happy to find out everyone likes my story! I very much appreciated the suggestions a few of you gave on developing it and as such, this next chapter should help bring more players into the story and develop the character of Sin and Kate. Sorry it took so long to get out, my computer of 3 ½ years crashed and I lost a few important parts. Hope you enjoy the next chapter! Renee * North of London, England, 11 years earlier There was no sign of the sun today. It was fitting, really, as if the land itself mourned. One small, perfectly clean hand clung tightly to her father's as 8 year old Kate stood next to a hastily dug 4 by 6 hole in the ground on a slight rise behind the parish church. She watched as a pretty wooden box was lowered in the hole by her father's servants, the drone of the priest's words offering no comfort. "Papa, is Momma in heaven now?" she asked, tugging on her father's hand. Lord Charrington bent down next to his daughter; the agony of loss filled his eyes and wrought new, deep lines in his face. "Yes, she is." "She's not coming back, is she." It wasn't a question. "No, baby, she's not." Her father chocked up on the last word, as he stood back up and covered his face with his hands. Little 8 year old Kate wiped the tears off her face and made a decision to make her papa happy again, somehow. She missed his smiles, like before her momma became sick and went away. As they prepared to leave, Kate noticed another little girl, about her own age standing by another box being lowered into a hole in the ground. She was crying, her grubby little fingers gripping the rough fabric of her skirt and her long dark hair falling out a braid sticking to her face. "Who's that, Papa?" she asked her father, tugging on his hand again. Jane, their maid, pulled her aside because she knew Lord Charrington wasn't capable of answering right now. "That is Beth Sanders, the innkeeper's daughter. Her momma passed away from the sickness, like your momma." "How come she's by herself?" Kate asked, noticing that Beth wasn't holding anyone's hand; she stood alone, apart from the few other grievers. "Now, you never mind that. Come along now, Kate, your papa is waiting for you." Jane pulled a reluctant Kate towards their carriage. Just for a moment, Beth looked up and her teary slivery grey eyes met Kate's bright green ones and as Kate lifted her hand before she was lifted into her father's carriage, a hint of a smile flitted over Beth's face. Maybe she wasn't by herself after all... ********************* Kate and Beth met shortly after their mothers' funerals and within a few years, were practically inseparable. Kate's father wasn't too happy with his daughter's friend being a commoner, the daughter of the local innkeeper, but he didn't have the heart to take away her playmate. The day of Kate's sixteenth birthday was just around the corner and plans were made for a large party at her father's estate, and invitations were sent out to all their upper class neighbors. Beth had come to stay for a week to help Kate celebrate and keep the chaos down to a minimum. "Ok, let's go over the guest list again." Beth obligingly picked up the marked and remarked sheet of paper, her pen ready. "So far, you've settled on the Barremore girls, Alma and Lidia, somewhat quiet but very nice; Miss Phoebe Nettleby... hm, she's a little bit of a fluff, but fun to be around. Also we have Miss Harriet Uppingham, she's a little uppity, no pun intended," giggled Beth, earning a poke in the side from Kate. "Be nice! I know, Harriet can be a pain and doesn't think she has to be polite to those beneath her class, but she doesn't have any friends. For all we know, she's just lonely." Beth, a doubtful look on her face, said, "If you say so. I think she's just vain and mean. She probably practices her superior look in the mirror. Like this!" Beth struck a pose, one hand on her hip, her nose so high in the air that Kate could see inside it, an exaggerated brow raised and her mouth pursed. Kate couldn't help but burst out laughing at Beth's antics, holding her side's and trying not to fall over as Beth began to prance around the sitting room, her eyebrows twitching up, first one then the other. "Ss-stop!" she giggled, completely out of breath. "You're making my sides hurt!" The two friends fell laughing to the settee, their cheeks red from merriment, as they continued to exchange ideas, breaking into giggles again whenever Beth would twitch her eyebrows. ********************* Somewhere in the Indian Ocean, in the vicinity of Madagascar... Lord Sinclair Harper, know to his shipmates as Sin, had just turned twenty-four a few days ago. More than 5 years had passed since that fateful day when he'd rebelled against his father's wishes and left to seek his own destiny. He had learned all he could about sailing a ship, and his heavier, muscled frame and hard calloused hands proved it. Sin had saved his wages and purchased a fast ship with light sails and rigging, designed to out run pirates and coastal patrols when necessary. In the last six months he had made almost enough profit to purchase another and was in port to look at a ship for sale by an American ship builder. For now, though, Sin and a few of his mates decided to go celebrate at a pub in the center of the port town. It was a low lying building, ugly with jagged corners and dirty floors, the windows wide open and the rough hewn shutters creaking a little in the breeze. "It don't look like nothin' fancy, but the ale's good an' the wenches are easy!" hollered Mick, a muscular seasoned sailor who had dragged Sin's carcass to safety during his first ride through a rough storm. His hands had been sliced to ribbons on the sails lines and he couldn't hang on to his tether. Mick had pulled him back from the edge just when Sin's hands had given out. "Bring on the wenches! Heh, heh, look at that one, she's got a nice pair of titties on 'er," leered Evan, a sailor know as "Squinty" because his eyes were weak and he had a hard time seeing far away. He had spectacles, but kept losing them to the sea. "Ah, what do ya know 'bout her titties?" jested his shipmate. "Ya can't hardly see 'em, yer so blind." "Get 'er over here, and we'll see who's blind!" Squinty stood up and raising his mug of ale, tried to down it all at once only to end up pouring most of it over his face and down the front of his shirt. Feeling pleasantly drunk and in a good mood, Sin accepted his mates wishes of a happy birthday and excused himself, "Gotta go take a piss, be right back." Stumbling out the back door of the pub, he wandered a little ways away from the noise and commotion, down to a shallow alley that smelled like rotten fish and other things he didn't want to identify. Loosening his pants, Sin relieved himself and when his clothing was once more in place, he stepped back around the barrels to head back to the pub. Sin stopped short when three mean looking men moved out of the shadows to stand in front of him. Sin felt himself tense, his instincts warning him that these coarsely dressed men couldn't be up to any good. He cursed under his breath, regretting now that he hadn't tucked his pistol into his belt instead of just his dagger. Sin glanced over his shoulder, mentally kicking himself for putting himself into a corner, the only way out blocked by these foul thugs. He shifted his booted feet, widening his stance as he reached for his dagger. "Oy, well what do we have here? Keep yer hands off that there knife, hand over yer coin and maybe we'll only rough ya up a bit." The smallest of the three was the one giving orders, while the two bigger, huskier men moved closer, a menacing fist clutching a small blade. Sizing them up, Sin decided they would probably beat him to a pulp even if he did hand over his purse, which his was loathe to do as he had just picked up a payment for goods delivered. The bigger men looked like they were used to overpowering their victims and moved slow. The smaller one was the crafty weasel; he would use sneak attacks and would only join in on the beating once a victim was subdued. In other words, a coward. Just as Sin grabbed his dagger from his belt and with a quick flick of his wrist, sliced open the first man's belly, a large shadow moved behind the weasel and cuffed him hard behind the ear with the hilt of his sword. The smaller man crumpled face first to the ground with barely a groan. The stranger brought his sword up in one swift movement and pressed the sharp tip to the remaining unharmed man's throat, while the second hulk sat in the dirt clutching his bleeding belly. "I wouldn't move it I were you, asshole," the stranger said quietly. "Not unless you want another hole to breathe out of." "Not that I don't appreciate the help, but who the bloody hell are you?" demanded Sin, still ready to fight his way out if necessary. "The name's Tremaine, I own two of the ships docked here, was on my way to meet my men at the pub and noticed these here roughnecks had you ambushed. Thought I'd lend a hand, three to one just isn't all that fair." He spoke with an American accent, a bit of a twang, his frame slim but well muscled in the arms and shoulders. Sin relaxed his stance a bit, not trusting yet as he didn't know this stranger, but willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, considering how the American had kept him from what would have probably been a good ass-kicking. The weasel was starting to stir. "If you would guard them for a moment, I will fetch the port authorities," Sin suggested. "Try anything, and I'll gut you like a pig," Tremaine growled to the shifty eyed thug, motioning him to stand over by the wall next to his whining cohort, who kept muttering that his insides were gonna fall out. "It's just a scratch, you'll live... until they hang you, that is." The port magistrate with several guards came to arrest the three men and haul them off to lockup. Neither man had any doubt all three would get the hangman's noose. It was the way of it out here, thieves were not tolerated. Sin and Tremaine walked back to the pub and shook hands. "We haven't been properly introduced. My name is Sinclair Harper and I am in your debt," said Sin. "Please allow me to buy you and your men a round of ale." "That's mighty good of you, Mr. Harper. My name is Jonathan Tremaine and I accept." "Please, call me Sin. May I ask what brings you to this corner of the world?" Sin asked as he flagged over a barmaid laid a gold coin on her tray and sent her to bring a round of ale to Tremaine's men. "I own a ship building business and brought one of my ships here for a potential buyer to look at. We're loading up merchandise to sell back in Boston as well, thought I'd kill two birds with one stone." The light came on and a connection made for Sin. "Are you owner of Twin Harbor Shipping Co? I am meeting a man tomorrow to look at a ship." Tremaine threw back his head and laughed, "Well, whadayaknow? It's a small world, Amigo." The two men compared notes on ships, cargo and what made the most money. They had a few more pints and talked about how each got started. Sin told how he left home and planned to never go back, and Jonathan revealed that he had been the son of a rancher but had always wanted to make his fortune on the sea. When his father had died suddenly from a fall off a green horse, Jonathan had sold the ranch and joined a ship leaving the Gulf of Mexico. Once he'd learned all he could, he purchased a small ship building company and never looked back. A buxom maid came sauntering by their table, her long black hair loose around her shoulders and her round breasts looked ready to burst out of her coarse linen blouse. Jonathan snagged her around the waist and pulled her into his lap for a kiss. Her round bottom nestled his groin and her large breasts pressed against his chest as he pulled her mouth to his. Her lips were open in a surprised gasp which he took full advantage of and his tongue teased her bottom lip before moving to tickle her tongue. After a minute of tasting her lips, he pulled back and squeezing her round ass, "What's your name, darlin'?" "Violet," she responded, in a slightly dazed voice, her fingers clutching his shoulders as if afraid she would fall. She squirmed in his hands, her bottom rubbing his semi-erect cock, causing Jonathan to give an involuntary groan. A naughty smile was on her face as she admired the handsome man who had grabbed her and she moved her bottom again while pressing her breast more firmly against his chest, knowing he could feel her hard nipples poking through her blouse. "Ahhh, you keep doing that and I just might take you right here on the table." Violet's eyes widened noticeably as she smiled and said, "Maybe some other time; I'd rather we didn't have an audience." She winked at Sin as she slipped off Jonathan's lap and headed for the stairs on the other side of the room. "Looks like I'll catch you later, Amigo," he told Sin, "it'd be downright rude of me to refuse the lady's invitation." Sin laughed as he moved to join his men a few tables away, "Lucky dog!" ********************* Jonathan Tremaine weaved his way through the crowded pub and started up the stairs, catching a glimpse of the barmaid's black skirt as she entered one of the bedrooms to the left of the stairs. As the door was slightly ajar, he quickly entered the room and quietly shut the door behind him. His quarry was standing next to the room's bed, slowly unlacing her low cut blouse. "I'm clean," she told him, a more serious look on her face. "I work here to earn enough to keep a roof over my head and food on the table. I'm not a whore, " she said defensively. Her earlier bravado seemed to have deserted her. "Easy, now, I won't judge you, darlin'. I'm honored you picked me; I'm carrying no diseases and I'll take care not to leave you with child. I'll also make sure you enjoy it." He move toward her slowly, holding out his hand, like he would approach a skittish filly back on his father's ranch. The room was comfortably warm, a large made-up bed on the right side of the room and a ladder backed chair sat in front of a crackling fire on the far left. Other than a small table with a bowl and pitcher for washing, the room's furniture was minimal. Violet took his hand and let him pull her into his arms, lifting her up against his broad chest and tilting her head back as his lips brushed teasingly over hers. He held her with one large hand on her lush bottom and slid the other through her hair at the nape of her neck, eliciting a shiver from her. Jonathan moved to growl in her ear, "I love your hair, it's like black silk. I want feel it sliding over me as my hard cock slides inside your wet pussy." His hands were pulling at the ties on her skirt now, and with one final tug, loosened them so it dropped to the floor. Violet's hands were busy pulling his shirt out of his trousers and he paused long enough to rip it off over his head. Her blouse was then pulled over her head and he sent it sailing across the room to join his shirt on the floor. He fused their mouths together again, her lips parting under his and he coaxed her tongue to play with his, his hands pushed the straps of her shift down her arm until it bunched around her waist. She gasped into his kiss when his large callused hands cupped her full breasts, brushing his thumbs over her pebbled nipples. The rough stubble on his face tickled her neck as he moved his lips over the tender spot under her ear and she couldn't stop a moan escaping when he rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. After shoving her shift down off her hips, Jonathan lifted Violet so her bottom on the high edge of the bed. She was completely naked except for her stockings while he still had his trousers and boots on. With one hand anchored around her waist, he stroked up the inside of her smooth thigh and slipped his hand between her legs, his fingers finding her nether lips slippery wet with her need. Her woman's hair was closely trimmed and as black as that on her head. Letting her fall back to the bed, he moved lower, spreading her thighs wide as his mouth moved over her taut belly and between her legs. Violet left his lips moving over her stomach and as his breath feathered over her woman's mound, and tried to sit up to stop him. "What are you doing?! My husband never -- ahh!" His mouth felt incredible; instead of pushing him away as she had intended, her hand was now clutching his wrist as she fell back on the bed, unable to focus on anything but the pleasure he was giving her. Jonathan circled her hard little clit with his tongue, first lapping at it, then flicking it a little and dipping his tongue inside her pussy, tasting her juices. She was moaning quietly, her hips jerking up whenever he would play with her little nub. She was right on the edge when he sucked her clit into his mouth and gently pulled while tickling with the tip of his tongue. As Violet felt his mouth suck and tease her button, she felt the tingle started at her toes and like a tidal wave it broke over her body. With her head thrown back, she rode the most intense orgasm she'd ever had, hanging onto his forearms for dear life. Her body still quivering with pleasure, she was barely aware of him moving up her body, lifting her limp legs higher as he reached down and slid the head of his hard cock between the folds of her pussy. She cried out when with one hard thrust, he shoved his cock in to the hilt. "Oh yeah, you're so tight, darlin', ride with me," he growled, pulling her legs farther up until her knees where draped over his forearms, her hands clutching his muscular biceps as he slowly stroked in and out of her pussy. "Ahh, yes! Harder!" she cried, her head thrown back, the wet sound of his cock pumping inside her body and the slap of flesh meeting flesh filling the room. He lifted her hips to thrust deeper inside her tight channel and felt the quiver that ran through her body. He found a sweet spot... He shoved his cock harder this time and was rewarded when he felt her pussy clamp down on him. Violet felt like she was going to go up in flames, she cried out when he moved her hips higher and his invading cock hit a place deep inside her pussy, pushing her toward that incredible peak faster now. He was thrusting hard, faster, his hand moved to pinch her nipples. Her back arched up as her orgasm washed over her body, stronger than the first, even as she felt his large cock swell even more inside her pussy. Jonathan couldn't hold back his release much longer, gritting his teeth, a fine sheen of sweat covering his skin when he felt her pussy spasm around him. With a few final thrusts, he pulled out and shot his come on her belly and breasts. Grabbing a damp toweling cloth, he gently wiped his seed off her body and pulled back the sheets, lifted her into bed. He lay down and tucked her body against him and with an arm draped over her waist, let them both drift off to sleep. * Thank you for your patience! I hope this chapter meets with your approval. I love feedback, don't hesitate to leave a comment! Oh, and I promise, I will have more of Kate and Sin together next chapter. Don't forget to vote! Renee Seduced by Sin Ch. 03 Thank you for all your patience with me, I know it's been a long wait for this chapter. Things at home and work have been a little crazy, so I haven't had much time to devote to writing. I know this chapter is really short, but I wanted to get this part out. Sorry, no sex in this one, but hang in there. Next time, I promise! Once again, thanks for reading! Renee On the edge of the pool inside the glen, Kate and Sin lay together in the grass, she was cuddled up against his side, one shapely leg was draped over him and his muscular arm wrapped firmly around her waist. As the fog of desire slowly cleared from Kate's mind, it dawned on her exactly what she had done with this man. She pushed away from him, sitting up and wrapping her arms around her knees, belatedly hiding her body as much as she could. "Oh my God, what have I done? You! You seduced me," she cried. Kate grabbed the edge of the towel that she had brought and tried to pull it out from under his body, as he was laying on part of it. A mischievous grin appeared on Sin's face as he lifted his hips up suddenly and her tug of war with the towel ended abruptly, as she fell back with a squeak. He leaned over her as she pulled the towel to cover herself. "Oh, I seduced you, hm? I think, my dear, the seducing was mutual." Kate sputtered, "Why you – you," "Before you call me some other insulting, though doubtless imaginative name, allow me to introduce myself. I am Lord Sinclair Harper, Viscount Arden. And you are?" He raised one eyebrow, waiting for her response. Sin would bet his favorite set of dueling pistols that she was of the local gentry. Once his head had cleared, he had noticed right off that she spoke with a cultured accent. "My name is Lady Katherine Carrington," she replied, "but everyone calls me Kate." Sin slid his gaze over her trim body, her riotous red curls tumbling down the graceful lines of her back. The towel was thin and didn't hide her curves well, from her perfect alabaster breasts with the small rose colored nipples, down her flat abdomen and the carefully trimmed woman's hair, a darker auburn red. Her thighs were trim but muscular, from riding her horse, he assumed, her ankles trim and her feet feminine. He was not the kind of man to be controlled by his lust and couldn't quite understand what had happened. Sin prided himself on being a gentleman, one who believed women should be cherished and protected. What was it about this girl that could cause him to completely lose control, actually take her virginity, for God's sake! Even now he was drawn to her; one word reverberated in his mind when he looked at her. Mine! Sin chuckled as he watched a bright pink blush appear on her skin as she noticed that he was still stark naked, reclining in the grass next to her. While he was now honor bound to marry her, there was no reason he couldn't enjoy himself. Seeing her blush reminded him she had been a virgin. "I'm sorry I hurt you. I promise, it won't next time." Kate sputtered and then tried to scoot out of his reach as he leaned over, sliding one arm under her knees and the other around her back, lifting her into his arms as he strode to the edge of the water, the bright afternoon sun reflecting on the surface. They both had a fair amount of dirt and grass on their bodies from coupling on the ground, not to mention the stickiness of his semen mixed with her virgin's blood between Kate's thighs. "For the moment, however, we both need a good washing," he said, moving into the warm water, letting it rinse of most of the dirt. In deeper water now, Kate pushed away from Sin's broad chest. As she let her head slip under the surface, she swam quickly towards the far side of the pool, intending to get her clothing and make a break for her horse. It was getting late and her instincts were telling her that this man wouldn't let her go that easily. Kate reached the rocky outcrop on the edge of the pool and bracing her slender arms on the side, gracefully pulled herself up and onto the boulder where her chemise and riding habit were neatly folded. Looking over her shoulder as she scooped up her things, she saw Sin swimming after her and quickly pulled her chemise over her head. Her dripping hair straggled around her shoulders and her fine linen chemise clung wetly to her breasts, completely transparent. Clutching her emerald riding habit under her arm, Kate knew eventually she and Sin would have to discuss what happened, but Beth would be waiting for her at the house and would worry if she didn't go back right away. As it was, she was going to have to explain the state of her dress. She shoved her feet into her ankle boots, not bothering to take time to button them as she dashed for the narrow passage in the shadow of the cliff. "Kate!" she heard Sin yell after her as she slipped through to the tree where she had tethered Sally. Silently, she thought, I'm sorry but I can't stay… as she pulled herself onto her mare and loosening the reins, leaped over the stone wall boundary and raced towards home. *************** Sin hauled his ass out of the water and looked for the break in the cliff where he had watched Kate slip through, finding it just as he heard the sound of her horse galloping off toward what he assume was her home. Swearing under his breath, Sin dove back into the pond and with quick strokes swam back to where her towel still lay. Once again out of the water, he grabbed the towel and scrubbed himself dry, pulled his drawers on and headed back towards his own horse and home. This is far from over. Whatever it takes, she is mine! Once back at the house, coming to an abrupt halt in front of his estate stables, Sin pulled his horse up in a cloud of dust and leaped off the stallion's back and strode for the conservatory's entrance to the house. Sin stepped into a side parlor and out into a corridor, heading up a branch of the main staircase to his room. He shoved the door open and promptly kicked it shut behind him with a bang, stripping his clothes off as he moved further into the room. "Man, you sure do know how to make an entrance, my friend." Sin spun around in the balls of his feet, ready for a fight when he realized it was his comrade Jonathan Tremaine, whom he'd last seen in Boston six months ago, making arrangements for another ship in his fleet. "Bloody hell, Jon, you gave me a start!" he exclaimed as he straightened, running a hand through his damp hair. "Sorry, old son, I'll make sure and have that stuffy butler of yours announce me next time. You look like crap, your skin is all scratched up. Get in a fight with a woman?" Jonathan winked slyly at Sin. "Yes and no, I'll explain later. Are you able to stick around for a while? I could use a hand go through the estate books and making arrangements for repairs on the house and my tenant's homes. Some of them are in pretty bad shape." Jonathan threw himself into a large comfortable chair by the hearth on the right side of the room as Sin scrubbed his skin with a soapy cloth in his dressing room, washing away the dirt and dried himself off with a clean towel. "I'm in no hurry to get back, my little brother Jared was real eager to show me he can handle more responsibility and my foreman can manage any problems until I return. So I'll help you do what you need to, but then we're gonna find us some women!" Sin pulled a shirt over his head and buttoned a clean pair of trousers and strolled out of his dressing room with his collar up, deftly tying a silk cravat around his neck. "I appreciate your help, more than you know. As for women, I need to make a call on a neighbor this evening, Lord Carrington, whose estate joins mine to the west. I made the acquaintance of his daughter, Kate Carrington, earlier today." Jonathan sat up straight, one dark eyebrow raised. "I hadn't realized you were on the lookout for a wife, a mite early, ain't it?" Completely serious, Sin replied, "Somewhat, yes. However, the situation requires that I act quickly to gain the lady's hand. I lost my control and while I took precautions, I'm afraid there may be a possibility that she carries my child." "Good God, man, you've bedded her already? She's a nobleman's daughter! To get her father's agreement to a wedding before the month is up, you'll have to admit you ruined her. Damn, you'll be lucky he doesn't call you out for it." Jonathan was understandably aghast at the mess his friend had gotten himself into. It didn't take much time, though, before he began to see that Sin was actually enjoying himself and in fact looking forward to claiming his bride. "I hope you know what you're doing, my friend. This ought to be mighty interesting, think I'll tag along with you, just in case you need someone to play as your second." Sin chuckled, "Let's hope it doesn't come to that, shall we?" Donning his long black duster and settling his wide brimmed western hat that he refused to leave at home, Jonathan followed Sin down the main staircase and out the front door. Both men pulled on leather gloves as a groom brought two fresh horses for the trip to Lord Carrington's estate. They were striking men, Sin with his warm brown hair, almost almond colored in the sun, silver grey eyes, with wide shoulders and a longer torso, he topped his friend by four inches at 6'3". His face had the look of an aristocrat, with a strong forehead over brooding eyes, a strong but straight nose, not too large, slight flare of the cheekbones with a strong jaw curving to a stubborn chin, narrow lips. Jonathan was darker, his skin deeply tanned from working out of door and on his ships, intense brown eyes, his hair a brown so deep it looked black until the sun hit it. His face was more square, a strong face with a broad forehead and dark brows, strong jawline and a cleft chin. His nose was a little wider than Sin's and had been broken during a fight when he was 17, his lips also somewhat thin, the bottom one just a bit fuller. He was shorter but more muscular, with heavy muscles in his shoulders and chest, with trim abs. As they wheeled their horses and rode off down the lane, Sin determined to find a way to talk to Kate alone before he met with her father. He wanted to make sure she understood his reasons in asking for her hand. Only time would tell if they could be happy as husband and wife. One way or another, she was his… I will try to get another chapter out a little more quickly than the last two. Once again, thank you so much for reading and let me know what you think of this series so far! Renee