Page 23 of The Lady
The Tramp
Three days.
Just three short days and his sweet girl had gone from mistreated debutante to pampered pet. His only pet. Reassuring her when she’d asked about other pets—other women—had amused him greatly.
Naked except for the padding on her hands and knees, tail swishing against the backs of her thighs, Delilah crawled happily beside him down the hall to his balcony.
Of course, the past three days had included quite a bit of training and a few spankings when she became rebellious. Today, though, she was behaving perfectly. No balking at crawling, no whining when she realized someone new had seen her naked, and no begging to go without her tail, which she had done the day before. She was obviously in high spirits today. Perhaps the previous night’s thorough fucking had improved her mood—certainly, the screaming orgasm she’d had last night when he took her from behind, tugging on her tail the whole time, should have had an effect. Henry was feeling rather chipper, as well.
Unfortunately, that all ended when Butch appeared on the balcony with his evening report, just before midnight.
“They say the lady done run away,” Butch said, with a nod toward Delilah as if there were any question who he was talking about. She pressed herself against Henry’s leg, seeking comfort, and he rested his hand atop her head, stroking her soft hair with soothing fingers. “The Runners are lookin’ for her and the Felton liveries. ‘Course, most of the liveries ain’t lookin’ too hard.” His expression turned a little smug. Whatever he’d said to the man who had initially followed Delilah into the Warren must have made an impression.
Technically, of course, shehadrun away. The Runners would not care that Lady Felton had been abusing her. If they found her, they would return her to Felton House, collect their reward, and likely never think on it again. Henry, however, was not at all interested in giving her up.
“Thank you, Butch.” The man rightly read the dismissal in Henry’s tone and made himself scarce.
His pet was trembling so hard, it was making his leg shake, and Henry turned his attention down to her. The expression on her face was haunted, full of despair and resignation.
“They’re going to find me,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. “They’re going to find me. They’re going to make me go back. They’re going to—”
He cut her off by the simple expedient of hauling her up off of the floor and bending her over toward the balcony. Her hands flung out to catch herself, leaving her bent at the waist.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The hard, swift slaps against her arse did what they were meant to do—shocked her right out of her growing panic. Her high screech caused silence to fall over the room, but only for a moment before laughter rang out, and conversation resumed. Henry could hear multiple voices saying something about “the Tramp’s Lady” as they laughed. Ignoring them, Henry pulled her back toward him, spinning her around, so he could catch her chin with one hand, holding her fast about the waist with the other. Her eyes were still wide and a little wild, her cheeks flushed, but the dazed, panicked look in them had receded.
“You are mine,” he said low, firm, so there was no question. “I will keep you safe.”
There was still a touch of uncertainty hanging about her, but she nodded, the tension slowly leaking from her body. Taking her mouth in a kiss, Henry curved his hand around her neck, kissing her hard and deep.
Below them, cheers began to spring up as some of the men on the floor looked up to see them.
With a squeak, Delilah pulled away, dropping to all fours to hide her naked body from the spectators. Henry chuckled, although he did not miss the way her thighs pressed together. She squirmed, clearly aroused and not just because of his kiss or the spanking. While she fought against it, his little pet liked to be shown off, to be watched. Whether she’d ever be able to admit it, he did not know.
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The Lady
Being the Tramp’s pet,his lady, gave Delilah a comfort she could have never imagined.
Of course, even with Lady Felton sending Bow Street after her, being found was highly unlikely. Who would believe the debutante, Lady Delilah Darling, was the Tramp’s Lady? Who would believe a woman of good society would be naked on a balcony above a gambling hell every evening? The more she thought about it, the more relieved she became. It had been days, and more than one gentleman below had seen her face and not recognized her, even though she knew them. Lady Felton had even assisted her—with the delay in admitting Delilah’s absence, the Tramp’s Lady had appeared in the Warren before most of thetoneven knew Lady Delilah Darling was missing.
That Henry preferred to keep her on her hands and knees, crawling alongside him, brought her comfort, no matter how mortifying it had been at first. Now, it was a shield, as was her nudity.
Her face was more easily obscured when she was on all fours.
Although, even when she was not, no one looked at her face.
If only she could stop the tingles of excitement that trickled over her when she saw them looking at the rest of her, she would feel nothing but relief. There was still some part of her, fighting her reactions to being so exposed, even though no one on the staff treated her with anything but respect.
Despite it all, she was felt far safer and happier than she ever had in Lady Felton’s care.
“Up on the bed, pet,” Henry said. “On all fours. Spread your legs.”
The words were crass, but it did not matter. Delilah’s body pulsed with anticipation the moment he said them. She knew pleasure was forthcoming, and it did not matter how immodest, how degenerate, how humiliating the order was, her body responded in the same manner.
Not that there was much modesty left to her, at least not in front of Henry. While she might blush, she had no compunction about climbing onto the bed and arranging herself on all fours the way she knew he liked best—knees spread apart, bottom high in the air while her upper body dipped lower, so her nipples would brush the bed while he rode her from behind. The soft fur of her tail tickled her pussy lips, but only for a moment before it moved away, and she knew he was holding onto it to pull.
