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The Cars – Drive
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xuZA6qiJVfU
my absolutely favorite song by this band (sadly the bass player singing this, died)
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My labor started a little early. Claire blames herself; we were playing that day, and as she loves to do it, her hand was inside me. There wasn’t much room for a fist but all her fingers were coaxing an orgasm as she milked my tits with her ruby lips. Dr. Aldridge had to keep assuring her everything was fine. It was late in the evening, my hair was damp, I was tired and my night gown sweaty, and I just wanted this baby out of me.
I turned to put my feet on the floor.
“What are you doing?” Claire questioned me sharply.
“I want to STAND UP!” I said irritably to my Mistress.
The doctor intervened, “It’s alright. She can walk around the room.” and he helped me to my feet.
I walked to the rocking chair that Claire had brought from the Estate house. Generations of Bathursts were rocked in it, she said. Well now it held a french farm girl from Mormant. I gripped the armrests and growled as the next contractions hit.
“Don’t push, Don’t Push!” The Doctor yelled and hurried to squat down in front of me.
I looked at him fiercely through sweat matted hair, my lip curled. “IT WANTS OUT!” I screamed at him.
Claire was behind me now, rubbing my shoulders and whispering to me. “Shh, my pet. Almost time.” She assured me.
I looked up at her in anguish. “But it wants out. I want it out.” I pleaded.
The doctor finished checking inside me and said “Almost; get her to the bed.”
“No, no more laying.” I whined.
Claire got under my arms, more to coax me than to carry me. We got to the edge of the bed just as the next contractions hit. They said don’t push but I did anyway, bent over and gripping the mattress. I felt it move, but not enough. Then I was in the bed and a minute later it hit. Claire held my leg back, the nurse the other, and I pushed and screamed. No time for a breath, I pushed and screamed again. I breathed deep finally and pushed. I no longer listened to them. I did what my body commanded. I pushed.
Mmm, I think I slept. Maybe it was just a few minutes. I was so tired. I felt my hair being moved from my face and a hand caressed me.
“Andrea? Look at this, sweet pet.” it sounded like Claire.
She held a swaddled bundle, and sat on the edge of the bed with me. Slowly I sat up a little and looked up over the white blanket.
“My baby, is it…?” I reached for it.
“He’s beautiful.” Claire smiled so wide and placed him in my arms, then wrapped her arm around my shoulder. “You did so good, little pet.” She praised and kissed the top of my sweaty head. “Look at him.” She cooed.
“I should feed him.” I said unbuttoning my gown.
“Oh, he’s is going to like that.” She said saucily.
“Madame…” I started but there was no one else in the room now.
He took to my breast with clear instinct and I nestled down lower in the bed. I thought about Claire saying she will adopt him, so I looked to her. “What will we name him?”
She settled in closer to me and spoke softly. “I have been thinking about that for some time.”She confessed “He is a part of you, and he will be a part of me.” She put a finger to his hand and he gripped it. “He will be Andrew Clarence Bathurst.”
“Andrew” I repeated it sweetly, “Oh, my Andrew.” I looked at him, his mouth pumping away for milk. “It’s perfect, Madame.”
She kissed the side of my head again. “He’s perfect.”
The household changed very quickly. I was Andrew’s mommy, so Claire made me Nanny. Emma was now Claire’s ladies maid; I watched her like a hawk. Mr. Preston had problems. Claire reminded him he was a professional, as I eavesdropped outside the door to her study.
“Preston, I am adopting that boy, so to you he is ‘young master Andrew’ if you can not set aside personal biases and feelings I am sure there are other households that could use your excellent services.” Claire was calm but blunt.
“No, my lady. I spoke out of turn. Forgive me.” He stammered and looked to the floor, away from her gaze.
Claire’s eyes can turn to cold steele and I swear she could stare down a lion.
“Andrea and her child are under my care, and always will be. I need you to get along, Preston.” She softened a little it seemed.
“My lady is generous to a fault.” He paused. “It seems she answers directly to you, my lady, so I will leave her to your ministrations.”
“Thank you. That will do.” She dismissed him.
I hung back in the hall to avoid Mr.Preston, but hurriedly went in to see Claire once he passed the corner. I had Andrew in my arms, who was sleeping.
“Good morning, Madame.” I said sweetly.
Claire did not respond in kind but instead chastised me, “Would you please not antagonize Preston. He runs my house very well, and I would rather not sack him.”
I felt Mr.Preston started the “Altercation”, but I gave a diplomatic “Yes, Madame.”
“I asked my cousin to stop by for lunch. Afterwards I will be discussing things with him. I want you near should he want to see the baby.” Claire just put it out there with no tact. She was on edge.
I was dumbfounded and really didn’t know what to say. “Why?” was all I could get out.
“He is the father.” She reminded me. “I will give him the opportunity to be honourable.”
“But, but Andrew is ours. Yours and mine, Claire.” I gripped my child tighter and turned him away from her as if someone would snatch him now.
Claire read me easily and spoke softly. “Pet,” She came towards me and caressed my cheek. “Andrew will live here, no matter what.”
“I barely remember him.”I lied. “It was just the one night.” I tried to sound innocent.
“But you flirted with him most of the day.” Claire had a good memory. “Was he any good?”
I didn’t answer, but looked at Andrew while I turned scarlet.
Madame met him at the front door and then brought him into the library. I came around from the dining room and waited at the door, as instructed.
“James, please sit.” She sounded cordial.
“What is this about, Claire?” He seemed in a hurry.
“I haven’t seen you in over ten months, can we talk?” She gave nothing away.
“I heard about what you did. That girl is here, isn’t she?” It sounded like an accusation.
“Andrea is here. I couldn’t toss the poor girl to the streets.”
I peeked in only to see Claire looking relaxed in a reading chair with one leg draped over the other and her elbows on the armrests and her fingers in a steeple.
“Rumor is you’re going to adopt the child.” James spoke smugly as if he had divulged secret information he shouldn’t have.
Claire dismissed it with a wave, “The paperwork is in process; should be done in a few days. I would like an heir.” She finished simply.
“So why am I here?” James was already suspicious of his cousin.
“I will be blunt then. That child is a Bathurst. I know it, you know it, this whole house knows it.” Claire hammered the points.
“Ha, you know nothing. That slut could have rutted with anybody.” He said vulgarly.
My mouth dropped and I thought of storming in but Claire spoke up.
“James,” She placated, “don’t be that way. I will give him the name when I adopt him. I will also give him everything I have of my own. All I ask is that you recognize him.”
“Why in God’s name would I do that?” He almost shouted. I could hear him stand up abruptly, but I still only saw Claire, who remained calm.
“I will give you the title.” She spoke clearly. “The moment you acknowledge him, you will be Baron Bathurst.” She emphasized the monicker. “The lands, the manor house, the seat in parliament, all yours.”
“Why would you do that?” James was very suspicious now.
“You could wait until I die.” Claire shrugged. “But I might outlive you, we are only a few years apart.” she reminded him.
There was silence for the longest time. I heard the squeak of leather when he sat back down.Finally, “You would raise him?” He sounded cautious still.
“I already said so.” She reaffirmed to soothe his fears.
“He wouldn’t put a claim to the title later on?”
“Once you have a legitimate child his claim will be very weak, and still through you. Besides, he will have all this.” Claire stretched out her arms.
“When would this happen?” James seemed intrigued now.
“Let me finish the adoption, then we will go to the House of Lords, committee for privileges and conduct and do it all at one fell swoop. You will be Baron and he will truly be a Bathurst.”
“This means that much to you? You’ve gone soft, Cousin.”
“Aahh, they say children do that to you.” She said whimsically. “Would you like to see him?”
“No need, draw up the papers and tell me when to be there. I still can’t believe you’re doing this.” James sounded excited.
“You were going to get the title eventually, this will make growing up easier on Andrew.”
They were coming to the door, so I went down the hall back to the dining room.
That night Claire played with me for the first time since the baby. We cuddled before and I would get her off, but the Doctor had said nothing for me. In truth, after the baby, I didn’t really want to. I didn’t want to right then, but Madame didn’t give me much choice. I was on my knees on her room chair. My chin on top of the back, but my bottom stuck far out. Her hand was beating my bare rump, going from cheek to cheek and in between she would spout things about James, but it was I who was there.
“That loathsome prick.” SMACK “won’t see his own child!” SWAT. “He’s worthless you know!” SMACK. “No business sense.” Smack. “If the estate isn’t bankrupt in 5 years, I’ll be amazed.” SWAT.
Claire grabbed me by the throat now, and put her head near mine. I groaned as her fingers gripped tight. Her other hand was rubbing all over my sore ass.
“Look at me” She commanded. “Do you feel anything for him now?”
I looked my Claire in the eye and spoke truthfully. “I don’t think I felt anything for him then. He was just so…tres beau.” I finished in french.
Madame gripped my hair. I wasn’t sure what she would do, but she pulled my head back and kissed me. her mouth was like wine and her tongue ran across my lips. I felt her fingers pull my nipple. I breathed in with a hiss, it hurt and she knew it. Madame ran her mouth down my exposed neck. She bit me gently but growled. Claire was agitated and on fire, but I was the vessel that would take her heat. Her hand swatted my bottom again. I felt her fingers pull at my cheeks. She rubbed my tightest hole and plied it with a single finger. Still she ate at my neck, biting and sucking, until she pulled me up by my hair and we stood there.
Her nostrils flared and her eyes searched my whole face until finally looking into my soul. “You are MINE.” She nearly growled. It was almost violent, it was possessive. It was ownership, but that is how Madame loves. What is hers she holds with a fierceness. She plays with it and watches it squirm at times, but it is hers.
“Always yours, Madame” I responded tenderly,quietly.
She kissed me again and snapped her fingers then pointed them to the floor. On my hands and knees for her, I didn’t hesitate. She took up my leash and led me towards the bed. We stopped and she turned with arms out a bit. I knew my cue, and I stood and unbuttoned her dress. I pulled it down her body. Her smooth white shoulders and the toned arms. I kissed Claire’s spine as I dropped back to the floor, guiding her dress with me. I smiled; My Mistress had no panties.
“Suck it!” and she yanked on my chain as she bent over the bed.
My fingers grabbed her legs just above the knee and my face went into her folds. I didn’t tease it tenderly. She said “Suck It” and I obeyed. I covered that slit with my open mouth and sucked those honeyed lips. My tongue slipped into her tight hole. My hands slid up her alabaster thighs and gripped her hips as she began to grind into me. Claire was advancing so quickly in her arousal. Her breath was in pants and she growled as she moved her ass.
“EAT IT, YOU SLUT!” She yelled.
She was already near the edge. I put two fingers inside and Madame began to FUCK them. She moved her hips back and forth on my digits, grunting and growling her need. I sat and turned under her. I watched as her swollen red lips took my fingers. I hardly moved them as she bucked on my hand. I went up and lapped at her dark fur covered clit. And that was all. She grabbed my head and ground her mound to me. Her pussy clenched and gripped my fingers. Claire shouted out her cum. I worried she would wake Andrew in the next room. My head was pinned under her as she mashed me into the side of the mattress.
Heavily she breathed. Slowly she moved. My eyes looked up at her as she gently lifted off of me. She sat down on the carpet next to me and caught her breath. Then she gently and sweetly kissed a nipple and lay her head in my lap. Something still bothered my beloved Madame, but she would not speak it. I caressed her hair, and she sighed. I was content to be her pet, the catcher of her wrath, the target of her swings, and the object of her desire.
I was sent this…
