"Do you honestly feel this plan will work?"
Scarlet turned away from the window from where she was watching two squirrels chase each other in the snow below. She faced her own financial advisor, Owen Castleheart and smiled an evil and seductive smile.
"How can it fail, Owen?'' she asked softly and approached him.
With the palm of his hand, Owen rubbed his temple.
"Lord Norman will never agree." he replied. Scarlet patted Owen's broad shoulders.
"Just leave my husband to me. I have found out his weakness." she said wryly.
Owen raised an eyebrow. He had been working for Lady Scarlet for twenty-two years now. He knew more about Scarlet than Norman had ever even hoped to know. Scarlet told Owen everything about her life, her problems, desires, wants, and even facts about her scarce love life.
"Oh? And just what would this weakness be?" Owen asked and Scarlet giggled and spun around.
"Last night Norman stumbled into my room drunk as a huntsman. I never even knew that he drank! And he has never stumbled into my room by mistake before." she said as she fingered the petals of a rose that sat in a glass vase placed on her wooden writing desk. The desk was set prominently in the middle of Scarlet's private office. In front of the desk were two wooden cane chairs. A small end table was placed in between the two chairs. Long ruby red drapes of elegant tapestry hung over the huge bay windows that allowed plenty of light to flow into the room.
"To make a long story short, he fumbled around until he collapsed on my bed, he then undressed me and made passionate love to me in a way which he never has before." A certain spark appeared in Scarlet's eyes that brought a devilish smile to Owen's lips.
"Ahhh I see. So you think that you can persuade him to follow through with your plan if you get him drunk and hop on his manhood?"
Scarlet laughed, slightly parting her painted lips in a seductive manner. She batted her long eyelashes and swayed her hips.
"I may be forty-seven, but I still know how to please a man."
Owen chuckled in a husky voice and in one motion, moved to take Scarlet into his large arms. Scarlet reached up and brushed her palm across his red beard.
"Why, I am sure that I could please you better than your own wife." she said softly. Owen looked deeply into Scarlet's eyes, he stared at her face then down to her chest where her low cut gown revealed the tops of her milky white breasts. Lust consumed him and he fought to gain control of himself.
"I have no doubt in my mind whatsoever.'' he said assuredly and pulled Scarlet closer to him. He could feel her every curve against his body.
Suddenly, Scarlet pulled away and stood back.
"We can't do this, Owen." Owen stepped closer to Scarlet.
"Do what?" he asked as he lifted her and set her on the top of the desk. His lips fell to her neck and he smothered her with soft kisses. He allowed his hands to roam her body freely, enjoying her every curve.
"This...." Scarlet replied between moans of pleasure.
Owen did not stop but continued to kiss her, her neck, ears, eyes, then her lips.
"Scarlet, have me." he said in a deep voice.
"I cannot.'' she replied trying to push him away. But she could not deny the feeling, the lust that consumed her. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
"Scarlet, your husband does not love you, but I do. I always have. Let me show you my love now." Owen took Scarlet's hands into his and raised them to his lips.
"Oh Owen!" she exclaimed nearly breathless. She could take it no more. She was not going to let the fear of her loveless husband stand in her way. She had a golden opportunity to experience the true way to make love to someone and she wasn't going to stop now.
Scarlet pulled her hands free from Owen's hands and reached up to loosen her bodice. As the folds of her gown fell around her waist, she leaned in to meet Owen's waiting lips. She gave herself to him fully, allowing him to explore and devour her being. Even in a drunken stupor, Norman had never displayed himself in such a way that Owen did. Scarlet freed her mind, forcing out any worry and fear and let her pleasure soar as high as the clouds. Today, she would experience the sensation of of having a man make love to a woman whom he loved dearly.
Scarlet turned away from the window from where she was watching two squirrels chase each other in the snow below. She faced her own financial advisor, Owen Castleheart and smiled an evil and seductive smile.
"How can it fail, Owen?'' she asked softly and approached him.
With the palm of his hand, Owen rubbed his temple.
"Lord Norman will never agree." he replied. Scarlet patted Owen's broad shoulders.
"Just leave my husband to me. I have found out his weakness." she said wryly.
Owen raised an eyebrow. He had been working for Lady Scarlet for twenty-two years now. He knew more about Scarlet than Norman had ever even hoped to know. Scarlet told Owen everything about her life, her problems, desires, wants, and even facts about her scarce love life.
"Oh? And just what would this weakness be?" Owen asked and Scarlet giggled and spun around.
"Last night Norman stumbled into my room drunk as a huntsman. I never even knew that he drank! And he has never stumbled into my room by mistake before." she said as she fingered the petals of a rose that sat in a glass vase placed on her wooden writing desk. The desk was set prominently in the middle of Scarlet's private office. In front of the desk were two wooden cane chairs. A small end table was placed in between the two chairs. Long ruby red drapes of elegant tapestry hung over the huge bay windows that allowed plenty of light to flow into the room.
"To make a long story short, he fumbled around until he collapsed on my bed, he then undressed me and made passionate love to me in a way which he never has before." A certain spark appeared in Scarlet's eyes that brought a devilish smile to Owen's lips.
"Ahhh I see. So you think that you can persuade him to follow through with your plan if you get him drunk and hop on his manhood?"
Scarlet laughed, slightly parting her painted lips in a seductive manner. She batted her long eyelashes and swayed her hips.
"I may be forty-seven, but I still know how to please a man."
Owen chuckled in a husky voice and in one motion, moved to take Scarlet into his large arms. Scarlet reached up and brushed her palm across his red beard.
"Why, I am sure that I could please you better than your own wife." she said softly. Owen looked deeply into Scarlet's eyes, he stared at her face then down to her chest where her low cut gown revealed the tops of her milky white breasts. Lust consumed him and he fought to gain control of himself.
"I have no doubt in my mind whatsoever.'' he said assuredly and pulled Scarlet closer to him. He could feel her every curve against his body.
Suddenly, Scarlet pulled away and stood back.
"We can't do this, Owen." Owen stepped closer to Scarlet.
"Do what?" he asked as he lifted her and set her on the top of the desk. His lips fell to her neck and he smothered her with soft kisses. He allowed his hands to roam her body freely, enjoying her every curve.
"This...." Scarlet replied between moans of pleasure.
Owen did not stop but continued to kiss her, her neck, ears, eyes, then her lips.
"Scarlet, have me." he said in a deep voice.
"I cannot.'' she replied trying to push him away. But she could not deny the feeling, the lust that consumed her. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
"Scarlet, your husband does not love you, but I do. I always have. Let me show you my love now." Owen took Scarlet's hands into his and raised them to his lips.
"Oh Owen!" she exclaimed nearly breathless. She could take it no more. She was not going to let the fear of her loveless husband stand in her way. She had a golden opportunity to experience the true way to make love to someone and she wasn't going to stop now.
Scarlet pulled her hands free from Owen's hands and reached up to loosen her bodice. As the folds of her gown fell around her waist, she leaned in to meet Owen's waiting lips. She gave herself to him fully, allowing him to explore and devour her being. Even in a drunken stupor, Norman had never displayed himself in such a way that Owen did. Scarlet freed her mind, forcing out any worry and fear and let her pleasure soar as high as the clouds. Today, she would experience the sensation of of having a man make love to a woman whom he loved dearly.
~*~
"Write up the document." Owen buttoned the doublets of his jacket then fastened the small clasps of his breeches and turned to face Scarlet.
"Are you positive? What if Lord Norman refuses this plan of yours?" he asked and raked his fingers through the bushel of his fiery red hair.
"I am sure of it however if my husband does stand against me, I have a rescue option." Scarlet said as she tightened the laces of her bodice and smoothed the skirts of her gown. Owen walked to the large mahogany writing desk and sat down in the elegantly carved, wooden cane chair. He picked up a bright green peacock feather quill and dipped it into a vial of ink.
"And what is this brilliant rescue plan of yours should the first one fail?" he said as he began to write words onto a parchment of paper. Scarlet stood behind Owen and watched as he penned her plan onto the document. She smiled and patted his shoulder.
"I cannot tell you, but if I do fail, you will know soon enough."
~*~