Page 80 of Razors & Ruin

Nellie pumps water into a bucket and fills the tin bath, dragging it before the fire. “It’ll need a few minutes to warm through,” she says, wiping her brow.

I watch her undress. Her body is filling out; now that we can afford it, she and I eat better.

Not that we partake of anything made here on the premises, but we make sure we’re seen buying good meat and produce. Anything that allays suspicion makes good sense for business, and against the odds, my girl can make a fucking excellent stew.

“You look gorgeous, pet,” I murmur. “Come here and let me see to you.”

She giggles. “Like you know how to make somethinglessdirty!”

I take her hand and help her into the bath. It’s not quite large enough for her to sit down, except in a squat, so she has to stand. I make a mental note to get her a bigger one.

I pick up the soap. Despite the considerable expense, I prevailed on Nellie to buy some good-quality carbolic; she and I tend to get in a mess regularly, and water alone doesn’t cut it.

I dampen a rag and scrub it over the soap, dousing her grimy skin. She sighs and leans on me, and I take her weight, my hands moving as I work the rag over her body.

“Do you think it’ll be alright?” she asks. “The Beadle was here on official duties. Someone might know he came by.”

I massage her scalp, my fingertips working the suds into her hair. “Don’t worry. I went on a mission earlier that hopefully went a long way to solve our problems. The main thing is that the shop is clean, for now.”

She furrows her brow. “Mission?”

I drop my lips onto hers, fast and light. “You’re adorable when you’re confused. Let me rinse your hair, and then it’s my turn.”

Scrubbed and dressed, we sit in the shop beside the small oven, bread stuck on the end of toasting forks.

We’ve got real butter, and fuck me if my lovely lady didn’t go and get me some marmalade. I love the stuff.

Nellie laughs as I spread the preserve in a layer an inch thick. “So what’s the big secret?” she asks.

I crack a grin.Blimey. There’s one thing Ihaven’ttold her, and I’m not sure whether she’ll jump my bones or break my nose.

“I fucked you while you were asleep. Not last night, a while ago.”

Her eyes widen, and she coughs, almost choking on her bite of toast. “You what?” she splutters. “That is out of line!”

“Come off it. You’ve never once turned me down. Can’t I assume I have free use of your nasty little holes?”

She flushes prettily. Any other woman would be scandalized to be spoken to like that, but not my Nellie. She wants me to degrade her, and I’m more than happy to oblige.

“That’s not the point!”

She wriggles in her seat, and I know her pussy is giving her trouble. “You literally screwed meoutof an orgasm instead ofintoone, you degenerate fucker. Why should you get to dump your come in me and not put the work in?”

I take a bite, talking around the toast. “Because that’s what you’re for. Fucking, filling, wrecking. It was fantastic, love.Je ne regrette rien.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

“Do you wantyourmouth full?”

She leaps to her feet, darting around the counter, and I give chase, dragging her to the floor. “I’ve got something to shut you up right here.”

I drop to my knees and grab a fistful of her wet hair, tugging it so her head is forced back.

A fumble of my fly buttons, then my cock is in her warm mouth, her tongue constantly moving as she works the smooth head. She moans as I crash into her soft palate, gagging, her throat constricting around my throbbing shaft.

This woman. So rare, so exquisite.

Veronica barely tolerated sex at all, and here’s my precious treacle with her jumpy cunt and twisted little head, wanting nothing more than me to fill them both with my come.

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