"House of Evil" - читать интересную книгу автора (Desmond Robert)

CHAPTER THREE

The next morning, a little after seven o'clock, Nadalee felt buoyantly happy and fresh as she bounced briskly along the springy forest path on her way to work at the Blackwell house. She was about fifteen minutes early and she was glad of it. The beautiful young redhead's spirits bubbled over at the majestic splendor all around her, her large green eyes brilliant with wonder as she tried to look everywhere at once and drink everything in simultaneously. It was one of those special mornings and she wished she could say hello to somebody or somehow embrace the air.

There was a cool exhilarating breeze breathing in mildly from somewhere out on the lake… cool yet pleasantly warm as though the wind were coming only from out where the diffused image of the sun was mirrored like an immense white beacon blazing in the stupendous green of the water. She could see long luminous white clouds trailing their own reflections across the glassy surface of the lake. To her, they seemed to be wisps of smoke drifting away from the raging bonfire of sunshine out in the middle. Then, suddenly, she saw a trout flash upward out of the water, a silver streak of iridescent grace that fell back with a splash and was marked by rippling circles of blue-green that widened outward, winking little lights where the sun sparked on their tiny crests. It was all so wondrous, so calm and familiar, she thought almost religiously; it was like an ideal world God had created somewhere else and then, for some unknown reason, had decided to place here in the midst of the harsher reality of the regular world. Oh, if only Newton were here with her now, she wished, fighting down the sudden desire to run ahead and search for him in the tool shack or the garage where he usually worked mornings.

Newton was the real reason why she was in such high spirits this morning. When she had risen this morning, she had expected him to show at least the lingering traces of his anger from last night but instead he had been almost cheerful at breakfast. He had not given any explanation for this wonderful difference in his behavior except to say that he had been doing what he mysteriously referred to as "some hard thinking that morning". Then, just before he left for work, he had surprised her by stopping at the doorway to kiss and hold her for a long blissful moment. She remembered now with a glow of radiant happiness just how astonished and thrilled she had been as she watched him disappear into the forest, so much so that her fears and doubts about their relationship had become meaningless to her in an instant and then the future had seemed to change in that instant from dismal blankness to a bright hope in her mind. Oh, anything, she would do anything! she resolved as she bounded along the same winding trail that he had taken earlier that morning, if only Newton would continue to show her such love and let her know that she was more important to him as a person than merely a female who cooked and cleaned his house, would someday probably bear him the son he wanted.

Two minutes later, Nadalee entered the Blackwell house through the kitchen door at the back and was confronted by Dolores Blackwell herself. The young maid stood silently for a moment, gazing at the thirty-five year-old woman who was leaning back against the long counter next to the stove where John, the chef, was busy preparing what seemed to be a particularly elaborate breakfast. Nadalee had been afraid of Mrs. Blackwell since taking the job and had never been able to pinpoint just why.

"Well, good morning, Nadalee," Dolores greeted. "Aren't you a bit early?"

"Yes, Mrs. Blackwell," Nadalee said, "but there were some rooms upstairs I didn't have time to clean yesterday… so I wanted to get an early start this morning."

"Don't worry about that right now, darling. I want you to work in the main living room and to spruce up the dining area this morning," the attractive older woman instructed. "Some of our special friends from San Francisco are driving up for a party George and I are giving the day after tomorrow, and of course we'd like everything to be just right for them."

"Oh, I'll work extra hard and polish the silver and everything," Nadalee assured with enthusiasm.

"I knew you'd understand, darling," Dolores smiled, nodding her head up and down as she spoke. "But make certain not to forget to straighten up our bedroom as usual this afternoon… Come up just after your lunch about the time you ordinarily do."

The young housewife opened her lips impetuously to ask what she should do after that and then swallowed the question as she remembered that Braun always relayed Mrs. Blackwell's orders to her in the afternoon. Not knowing what to do, Nadalee remained rooted to where she stood, waiting for the other woman to say something or dismiss her, whatever. But Dolores Blackwell said nothing and turned away to whisper something to the thin, rickety looking grey-haired chef beside her.

Nadalee took advantage of the opportunity to take her first long look at George Blackwell's wife. She was slightly surprised when she saw that Dolores was even more strikingly attractive than she had at first thought that first day at the airport. The woman was a honey-haired blonde with inviting blue eyes and a lush body of eye-pleasing proportions. Her mouth was small and her red lips seemed to pout in a way that suggested chronic boredom. Nadalee recalled the story that Mr. Blackwell had told on the drive up to Quail Lake from San Francisco, how some years ago he had gone to New York City to conclude a big business deal and had met Dolores one night at a stockbroker's dinner party. Recently divorced from her last husband, the blonde had been employed as a successful, high-priced fashion model in the big city. She and George had both been free to make the most of the strong attraction they had for each other. Then, after a few dates, they had decided that they were perfectly matched and had flown west for a brief wedding ceremony in Las Vegas, followed by three wild weeks of gambling and drinking to celebrate the fact that they had found each other.

Not long afterward, he had been lucky and fallen into a multimillion dollar real estate bonanza, had made enough money overnight for them to retire for the rest of their lives. They had indulged themselves in lavish comfort and idleness for a few years in San Francisco until they had chosen Quail Lake as a spot where they could build a miniature empire and, as Mr. Blackwell had put it a week ago, "relax without worrying whether or not the blinds ought to be closed."

"Nadalee, darling, is there something wrong?" Dolores asked as she peered across the kitchen at the girl still standing there just inside the door.

"No-no, nothing's wrong," the pretty redhead said with a look of embarrassment on her face. "I was just… just thinking about something."

"By the way," Dolores began, ignoring the girl's reply, "I've got to admit that that's a nice dress you're wearing but it's not exactly your uniform, is it?" The challenging glint of amusement in the blonde's lively eyes made Nadalee feel suddenly foolish and very ashamed of the red scoop-neck dress she had chosen that morning in place of the white uniform that had still been wet from the laundering she had given it the night before.

"Oh, no… I'm sorry," Nadalee apologized in a weak voice, "but my uniform needed washing and it didn't dry out in time to wear today. I hoped you wouldn't mind if I wore this instead… only until tomorrow."

"Even though I've got to admit that on you it's certainly sexy enough," the elegant blonde woman said in a coy whispering voice, her blue eyes dropping to carefully assess the generous expanse of rounded bare flesh swelling up above the low neckline of the red dress, "I guess we'll just have to wait to see if George approves or not."

A puzzled frown on her face, Nadalee watched Dolores suddenly straighten up and march breezily off toward the doorway that opened from the kitchen into the main ground floor corridor. The older woman turned at the last second to flash a quizzical grin back at her and then disappeared.

"By damn, one thing's for sure," John said a moment later in his squeaky voice, "Mrs. Blackwell's got something up her sleeve – something for you."

"What do you mean?" Nadalee worried.

"I mean, honey, that I've seen her act this way quite a few times," the skinny chef answered, "and something funny always happens when she does… But I just can't understand all the rest of it, though."

"All the rest of what?" the girl asked quickly, a feeling of irritating confusion coming over her.

"It's hard to explain," the thin-faced chef of nearly sixty said with a shrug. "Do you know that she came down here to tell me to take the afternoon off… She told me to take one of their new boats and go fishing out there on the lake."

"What's so strange about that?" Nadalee laughed.

"Nothing much, I guess," he admitted, "except that she knows damned well I don't even like to fish. And besides, I'm scared to death of deep water anyway."

Nadalee stood in the center of the huge master bedroom upstairs as she looked around the interior one last time before she left. Satisfied that she had missed nothing, she bent down to gather up the assortment of cleaning materials heaped in a pile at her feet. She froze with both hands halfway to the floor when she heard the unexpected sound coming through the partially open door from the adjoining bedroom to her right.

It was a husky male groan.

Good heavens, who could be in there at this time of day? she wondered. What was going on? Nadalee straightened up bravely and walked slowly toward the door. When she was a mere six or seven steps from her destination, she heard an even louder groan, a woman's this time!

My God, someone is hurt in there, the redhead thought, her first reaction naturally being to rush forward and throw open the door as fast as she possibly could. As she reached forward to grasp the handle on the door, the sound of a low menacing animal growl reached her ears and caused her to freeze again. She stood there for an endless moment, wondering what she could do as she listened for more sounds with every ounce of her concentration, her eyes glued to the floor. Gradually, she was able to make out other noises beyond the door even though her own heart was thumping so loudly that it was difficult at first. She could hear heavy rushed breathing punctuated by occasional grunts and moans of what almost sounded like passion. But that could not be, she reasoned, for everyone was supposed to be downstairs – and anyway, only the Blackwells would be together that way here in the house today. It seemed highly unlikely that her wealthy employers would dare do such a thing during the broad daylight, especially when Dolores Blackwell knew that their servant would be working in the next room at that time of the afternoon. And even if they had been so bold, surely they would have at least closed the door beforehand.

Her whole body tensed automatically as a nearby male groan suddenly erupted to join the other human sounds inside the room. This one came from only a few feet away from where she stood, petrified, her lovely white teeth chattering slightly from the fright and incapacitating confusion she felt. Her heart stopped and she hardly dared to breathe as the closest male groan resounded in her ears again. Finally, curiosity got the best of her and she slowly lifted her eyes from the floor to see if she could catch a glimpse of the source of the sound.

As her eyes adjusted to the brighter light that streamed into her face from the next room, she was able to make out a tall male form standing beyond the partly open door to her right. She blinked several times to clear her vision and sharpen into focus the hulking form which stood in towering profile only slightly over a yard from her own position.

The color in Nadalee's face ebbed suddenly as she sucked in her breath in horror!

She saw that it was Braun, the bald half-wit of thirty. He was standing there in front of her completely naked and holding his enormous rigid penis tightly with both hands. The long hard shaft of male flesh looked almost as thick as a young tree trunk and glistened all along its jutting length. It was incredible! It made Newton's penis seem small by comparison – though she knew that her young husband was extremely well-endowed since she had seen photographs of other naked men with erections in the illustrated marriage manual that she had bought back in Oklahoma without telling Newton. She had studied the text and pictures carefully again just before they had left to come here because she had begun to worry anxiously about the possibility that their sex life was a failure due to some short-coming on her part. Now, despite her crippling shock, she was able to remember the manual's statement that "… the average male sex organ ranges from five to seven inches when in a state of erection." Good Lord, she gasped, Braun was certainly not average! His huge protruding member was at least eight inches long, maybe more, and even his large hands could barely encircle its pulsing heavily-veined girth.

She saw that the bald moron's eyes were glazed as he stroked the long hard penis up and down in lewd rhythmic time to the now wet sucking noises she could hear coming from the bed on the other side of the room. Nadalee could not tell who was making the sounds as she was not standing far enough to one side of the open doorway to have a view of the wall against which the bed was placed. Braun was so close to her that she was afraid to even breathe for fear he might hear her. She stood there shaking from head to foot, her feet cemented to the carpeted floor, watching in horrified fascination as the servant's fingers skinned the thick foreskin of his uncircumcised penis rapidly up and down the full length of it, the huge bulbous head bursting evilly into view, like a giant monster crawling from a secret lair, with each hard downstroke that he made with his hands. She was close enough so that she could see that it was wet on the top from the white, sticky lubricating fluid beginning to ooze forth from it.

Braun's breath sounded thick and heavy now and she could see thin white flecks of spittle joining each other to grow heavy and run down from his lips as he stared like a man in a trance at the bed just out of her view. His penis frightened her so much it was almost as though she were seeing one for the first time. It was monstrous and she could not even imagine having something that big inside her… My Lord, such a massive thing would ruin her for life if she ever tried to take it between her legs!

Then, in her dazed state, the lovely girl thought she saw an almost imperceptible flick of the shiny-headed man's beady eyes toward the spot where she stood. What if he should turn a little and discover her watching him? How on earth could she possibly explain the fact that she had been caught spying on the idiot as he obscenely masturbated himself? No one would ever believe her when she tried to tell how she had been a victim of circumstances and had seen Braun only by accident.

Nadalee heaved a soundless sigh of relief when she saw him turn slightly away to gain a better view of whatever was happening over on the bed. As the tempo of the noises inside increased, she had to admit that her curiosity to know what was going on had been piqued to an almost maddeningly intense desire to chance a look in for herself. At last it became too much for her and she moved cautiously backward out of Braun's range of vision to lean against the wall a few inches from the stationary frame of the doorway. Then, leaning forward, the girl placed her fingertips against the door itself and gently eased it forward until the bed across the room came into view by degrees. Her whole body was shaking violently and the fear she felt made it almost impossible to draw air into her lungs without feeling nauseous. When she saw the two forms on the bed, it took her brain an extra moment to register what her eyes had already communicated to it an instant before.

A chilling shiver ran crazily up the length of her spine and lodged perilously in her throat, almost causing her to retch then and there. Right before her very eyes, clearly illuminated by the bright daylight pouring in through the open shutters in the other bedroom, she saw George and Dolores Blackwell coupled lewdly on the bed, their naked bodies thrashing wildly as their loins smacked wetly and wantonly together. Nadalee felt the blood draining from her head and she had to fight for a moment to remain on her feet as waves of blackness crossed over her consciousness from the sudden shock of catching the older man and woman in the act of love. It was what she had watched Braun gazing at so intently before she had stepped backward to her present vantage-point.

"Ooooh, fuck me, baby, fuck me," Dolores moaned up at George, her eyes clenched tightly shut as she ground her pelvis forward against the big man's loins. The foot of the bed was pointed directly at the doorway and Nadalee could see her employer's hard, thick penis disappearing and reappearing with each cruel thrust and withdrawal that he made in his blonde wife's willingly sucking vagina. It was the first time that Nadalee had ever seen other people actually making love and she was frozen to the door, unable to move, as she watched with detached revulsion the ravishment of the stunning older woman's aroused and more than willing body on the swaying bed against the far wall of the adjoining room.

Nadalee could not help but study with horrified interest how the woman's legs were splayed out wide on either side of her husband's plunging body and occasionally kicked high in the air. Then the blonde folded them around his driving buttocks, her ankles locking tightly behind his thighs to pull him into her with all the strength of a tiger. Nadalee could see the muscles standing out on the woman's inner thighs as she struggled like a crazed she-demon to get him deeper inside her.

Then Nadalee saw George Blackwell drop his enormous hands down lower to cup his blonde wife's naked white buttocks with a savage strength that gouged the blunt tips of his fingers cruelly and deeply into the flaccid smoothness of her flesh. He squeezed the soft rounded globes tightly together, forcing the walls of her vagina closer around the thickness of his rigid penis. Nadalee found herself straining her eyes for a better view of the thin, ragged edges of the blonde's vagina clasping hungrily around the pistoning shaft as though it were a starving mouth nibbling greedily at the feast of hardness. The beautiful young maid could see the soft golden pubic hairs that surrounded the parted lips grazing teasingly against the pulsing corded ridge that ran along the full length of the underside of his penis. It was an obscene but fascinating sight that caused an unwanted flutter of sensation in her alert nerve-ends and made her legs shake more violently than ever.

Blackwell's wife's hotly quivering buttocks were grinding faster now and their mewls and groans of pleasure were becoming more and more desperate as Nadalee stood gazing at them through glazed, almost uncomprehending eyes as if she were hypnotized by the lewd spectacle taking place on the bed. George's impassioned wife made wilder and more demonic thrusts which were met with equal fury by the big millionaire's pelvis, smacking down hard into her, slamming her nakedly writhing body back down into the mattress with each powerful stroke. The loud slapping sound of sweat-soaked stomach against sweat-soaked stomach echoed lewdly throughout the room as the thirty-five year-old woman curled and uncurled her legs in frantic final desperation around the driving hips that flattened her curvaceous body down into the wildly squeaking mattress with each mighty surge.

Nadalee's breath came increasingly faster as she continued to observe the shameless pair's insanely rhythmic fucking motions grow more and more viciously demanding with each passing second. They were both puffing heavily and the mesmerized young girl could see small rivulets of sweat streaming down over Mr. Blackwell's grinding and hollowing buttocks as he worked frenziedly over his sex-craved wife's writhing body. Small beads of gleaming perspiration had also formed on the shapely blonde woman's brow from the heat of her ceaseless exertions and her large wide-open blue eyes were glassy and unseeing as she bucked upward to meet her husband's hard driving loins.

As she stared with intense concentration at her lusting employers, Nadalee suddenly realized that the tiny rustlings of sensation in her limbs had become undeniably pleasurable during the last minutes. Despite the fact that she loathed to admit it, the luscious teen-aged wife knew that her vaginal lips were slippery with moist wetness and throbbed into the crotchband of her sheer nylon panties. She felt a tingling hardness at the tips of her pinkish-brown nipples and the cheeks of her buttocks flexed involuntarily to the pounding rhythm of the Blackwells' love-making. Oh my God, she moaned inwardly, she had actually permitted herself to become sexually stimulated by observing the obscene performance across the room. No, no, she protested to herself in horror, struggling against acceptance of the thought that Newton might have been right to call her a shamelessly evil person those times soon after they were married when her passion during sessions of intercourse had overwhelmed her to the point of near abandon. It was not true! And yet she remembered how once she had been actually on the threshold of what must have been orgasm. Her brown-haired young husband had sensed something devilishly fantastic about to take place in her and had abruptly rolled to one side to ward it off. Afterward, she had been so ashamed that she had not allowed herself to lose control ever again.

Now, though, Nadalee's nerves seemed to be threatening her again with sensual betrayal. She stood quivering in the doorway with her right cheek pressed firmly against the cool enamel covering the wooden frame, her magnificent large breasts rapidly rising and falling with every short panting breath she took. It required all the strength she had to fight back the sudden desire to lower her hand down to her own lust-lubricated vagina. Even so, incredible sensations of delight made her erect clitoris pulsate and secrete a fresh trickle of cuntal juices until her panties were soaked through and through. She had not been this excited since the first days of her marriage and it seemed to her that she would either have to scream or explode fairly soon.

"Ooh, yessss, I'm almost there, almost… Fuck me, fuck me faster!" the voluptuous blonde whined obscenely in a high voice that suddenly commanded Nadalee's full attention again. Lord, what Mrs. Blackwell must be feeling right now, the girl thought almost enviously as she stared in enthrallment at the woman flailing wildly under the silver-haired mountain of a man on top of her. A fleeting resentment came over the young wife as she thought of Newton's sexual techniques… if he had any at all… as compared to the aggressive boldness and undisguised lust of her forty-five year-old employer. As untrustworthy and disgusting as the redhead thought he was, it was obvious that at least George cared enough about Dolores to demonstrate his feelings in the ultimate act of love. Not that Nadalee thoroughly approved of the horrible, barbaric way the man showed his affection, but it was better than nothing… better than mere promises and prayers instead of real communication… better than what Newton called "the dream".

Nadalee gazed on at the lust-ridden couple, sensing that their bout of love-making was nearing the cataclysmic crest of feeling that she had only read and heard about from others. It was at that instant that she let her eyes wander a little and caught sight of a slight movement next to the jouncing bed.

It was Buck, the massive German Shepherd, his ferocious jowls parted and his long furled tongue panting out wetly as he sniffed within mere inches of Mrs. Blackwell's naked, cock-filled vagina. Nadalee gasped in alarm as she watched the blackish-brown creature poke his muzzle forward to lap up some of the blonde's spilled vaginal juice from the sheet just under her nakedly exposed buttocks, the redness of his thick eager tongue snaking out again and again. It was unnatural even to watch – and yet the curvaceous youthful redhead felt her womb contract slightly from the very vileness of the sight of the dog's nearness to the passionate woman. Depraved, senseless thoughts raced madly through the maid's mind, shocking her, until at last she heard George's breath quicken and knew that someone was on the verge of climax.

"Ooooohh, I'm cummmmming! Oooooohhh!" Dolores groaned, a low, inhuman gurgle coming from her throat as both cheeks of her buttocks slowed their wild scrambling for completion and began to make small, spasmodic jerks up against the penis sunk deep between her open legs. At almost the same time, Nadalee heard a gasp of surprise from Mr. Blackwell's throat as he ground down hard inside his wife's vagina, his thick, fleshy cock beginning to throw out its white, milky sperm deep inside the jerking sheath engulfing it. The rich creamy fluid filled the blonde's passage completely and cascaded out around the pink moist lips of her cunt. To the young girl's dismay, she could clearly see a thin white stream of it running down the wide-split crevice of the older woman's buttocks and onto the mattress below. After jerking against each other convulsively a few more times, the wealthy couple lay still, breathing thickly, and finally the big brawny man withdrew himself from her arms and legs to roll over on his back beside her, his entire body glistening with a sheen of sweat as his broad hairy chest heaved up and down, filling his lungs with much-needed air. The thick fleshy shaft between his legs was deflating rapidly and there was a slight seepage of warm sticky perm still seeping obscenely from the tip.

Nadalee's own desire had finally overcome her horrified restraint a few seconds before and her hand had probed under her short skirt to insert itself inside the elastic top of her panties, her fingers sliding along her warmly moistened vaginal slit and coming to rest on the erectly pulsating bud of her clitoris. Now she began to rock gently with silent pleasure as she massaged herself, sending rapturous flutters of sensation through her belly that seemed to branch out and touch every inch of her physical being. She was so totally absorbed in what she was doing that she was oblivious to everything around her and did not sense the shadowy hulking form moving stealthily up behind her. It remained motionless then for a long moment, hovering within a foot of the girl's slender shoulder.

Suddenly it moved with lightning speed.

"Oh!" Nadalee cried out in fright, cringing away from the strong wiry hand holding her arm in a powerful vice-like grip. She was caught completely off guard and had to gulp to recapture her breath as she quickly withdrew her hand from beneath her skirt. The spell was shattered, the rising flame of her passion suddenly snuffed out, and she could only stand there quaking with terror from head to foot. Gradually, the hand loosened its painful grasp enough so that she was able to straighten up and relieve the pressure where her right shoulder was crushed against the frame of the doorway. It helped her breathing a little and she began to wonder who was behind her. Slowly, she turned her head back and saw with horror that it was the bald simpleton, Braun. The tall, grotesquely ugly servant was still stark naked and his nostrils were twitching with excitement, just as they always did when she was present, as though he were some kind of wild animal catching the maddening scent of a bitch in heat. There was a weird twisted grin on his moronic face as he raked the lovely girl's trembling young body with his hungrily-shining eyes.

She dropped her own eyes to avoid his and saw with a rush of panic that Braun's gigantic penis was standing out even further from his sinewy loins than before. What was worse, she could see the tremendous cock growing longer and harder even as she stared at it, its thick blood-engorged head throbbing mightily as occasional droplets of semen oozed from the eye-like hole at the end and dropped down in gleaming white strings to the carpet below. She looked down lower then and caught sight of the huge testicles sagging between his hairy legs like fleshy sacs heavily weighted with balls of lead. My God, she thought, they were as big as baseballs! It was the first time she had seen them. The huge-sized spheres had not been in clear view when she had watched the idiot masturbating himself just inside the other bedroom awhile ago.

"It's big, ain't it?" Braun snickered lewdly, his normally dull eyes sparkling a little as he pointed down with one finger at his abnormally large cock. Nadalee could not answer or even object to the obscene question as she felt her cheeks flush to a burning crimson with the realization that he had seen her looking down at his genitalia. Oh no, she groaned to herself, wave after wave of humiliation and shame washing over her, making her wish with all her strength that she could magically vanish from the room. Not only had the half-wit caught her red-handed in the act of masturbating herself as she was spying on the Blackwells together, now he knew that she had been staring openly at his rigid penis and the sperm-filled testicles hanging down below! She had never been so horribly embarrassed and overwhelmed with guilt in her life! Not even her fanatically religious husband had never made her feel as sinfully evil as she did now, standing there fighting back the tears of remorse beginning to well up in her.

"Okay, let's go," her naked captor grunted, his ugly face split by a satisfied grin as he tilted his head toward the interior of the next bedroom. A spasm of fear traveled through her, suddenly replacing her other emotions, when she realized what he intended to do with her. She was deluged with terror at the very thought of facing George and Dolores Blackwell, presented before them like a common criminal while Braun charged her with the list of immoral crimes she had committed in the last fifteen or twenty minutes… And what if Newton should somehow find out about her disgraceful behavior that afternoon! That would be the worst mortification of all, she thought to herself, dreading almost to the point of panic even the remote possibility of such a thing happening. Surely it would end their marriage forever, for he could never bring himself to forgive such a Godless sin.

Braun nudged her rudely with his shoulder, scowling to show his impatience with her as he tilted his head again toward the entranceway to the other room, indicating that she should step through the doorway in front of him.

"No, please! I can't go in with you right now… I've got too much housework to finish," she whispered in protest, hoping to bluff the weak-minded servant and convince him that her duties were more important than his taking her in to confront their employers. "If you force me, I'll just have to tell them how much you've been bothering me lately when I'm working."

The tall gangling nitwit's narrow brow furrowed as his dim mind tried to grapple with what she had said. Little by little, though, the puzzled expression on his face changed and slowly hardened, a glint of ominous malevolence lighting his beady rat-like eyes as she remembered how Mr. Blackwell had taken him aside before lunch for a serious conversation in the downstairs study. The big silver-haired millionaire had carefully explained what he wanted him to do upstairs that afternoon. If he noticed the good-looking young maid peeking through the purposely open doorway, he was supposed to slowly back out of sight, creep out to the hallway and sneak into the next room and grab her from behind. Well, so far he had done everything exactly right and now all he had to do was take her in there to Mr. Blackwell, Braun decided, his blood beginning to boil at the thought of her daring to resist him.

Nadalee knew that her strategy had failed when she saw that Braun was glaring at her in such a hateful way, the sullen anger in his face causing her to fear that he might ball his free hand into a fist and smash it into her face at any moment. She winced with pain as he cruelly tightened his iron-like grip on her arm, bruising her flesh, and then pushed her roughly through the doorway between the two bedrooms.

Braun held her in front of him at arm's length as they walked across the room, the beautiful redhead's heart pounding fiercely in her throat as they approached the bed where George and Dolores lay staring up at the ceiling, still recuperating from their torrid bout of sex. Nadalee throttled the panicky impulse she had to escape by trying to twist away from him and then run back through the master bedroom to the stairway. Actually, she felt almost thankful that the brute's hand was locked so solidly on her arm, for her legs were so wobbly with fright that she needed even that strange form of support to walk at all.

Braun's pulse quickened, his nostrils twitching again, as he watched her full rounded buttocks sway enticingly before him, each cheek making a provocative circling motion under her skirt as she walked. Even though his huge erect cock had fallen to semi-hardness when he had been forced to remember his instructions a few minutes ago, the movements of Nadalee's perfect young ass made the great shaft jerk higher, its colossal length swinging from side to side with every step he took.