Edward was pounding Isabelle’s pussy and, with a grunt, was filling her with his cum. He slumped on her and gasped for air.

When he had recovered a bit, he muttered, “That was good.”

“Mhm,” Isabelle murmured tersely.

He pulled his dick out of her pussy and lay down on his side of the bed.

“Good night,” he said, closed his eyes, and fell asleep within a minute.

Isabelle looked annoyed at her husband and started to rub her clit. She had been close to her own orgasm when Edward had come inside her, but as usual, he did not care whether she was satisfied and had an orgasm as well. With a sigh, she reached over to her nightstand and got her vibrator from the drawer.

With her vibrator on her clit and two fingers in her wet pussy, she came quickly. Now satisfied, she also fell asleep shortly afterwards.

**

As part of her usual tour through their stables, Isabella went the next morning first to the box of her mare, Flower. Her family had owned the stable for generations, and now she ran it with her husband.

Flower neighed when she approached the box, and Isabella hugged her mare. “Good morning, my beauty. How are you today? I hope better than I feel,” she whispered into the horse’s neck. The horse lowered its head, and it looked like it hugged her back. Talking to her mare always made her feel better. She felt that she understood her and tried to support her.

She stood for a few minutes with her horse before she was startled by a man who said, “Are you a horse whisperer or is the horse whispering to you?”

As Isabella did not respond and only looked annoyed at him, he said, “I’m Roger, the new groom.”

“Good morning and welcome to Rochford Manor,” Isabella replied tersely. “Go over to the other building and find Greg, the head groom. He’ll tell you what to do.”

“And who are you?” he asked her bluntly. 

“I’m Lady Rochford, your boss, who told you to go over to the other building,” Isabella said.

“Aye, aye, my lady,” Roger answered with a smirk, turned, and left.

Isabella looked after him. “Handsome guy, but no manners; I’m wondering why Edward has hired him,” she thought and turned back to her mare.

**

“Can I help you?” asked Greg when Roger entered the barn building.

“I’m Roger, the new groom,” he responded.

“Ah, good, happy to have you. We’re currently two people down. So, what have you done before?”

“I worked here and there,” Roger responded vaguely. “I was abroad for the past few years.”

“Alright, welcome to Rochford Manor. I hope, we don’t have problems with you," Greg said.

**

“Hello, my dear,” Isabella greeted her best friend, Charlotte. They had been friends since they shared a room in boarding school and were still very close.

“Would you like some tea?” Isabella asked.

“Yes, please,” Charlotte responded.

They were sitting in the winter garden, overlooking the wide, park-like estate.

“Now, who is this gorgeous young lad over there?” asked Charlotte, pointing to a figure working on a stone wall. It was a warm day, and he had shed his shirt. She was admiring his muscular back.

“I think that is the new groom,” Isabella replied. “Yes, it’s indeed him,” she confirmed when Roger turned a bit and she could see his face. “He’s handsome but has no manners.”

“Well, with this body, I wouldn't push him off the edge of my bed only due to lack of manners,” Charlotte smirked.

“You can have him if you want, but please not here; take him home. Perhaps you can teach him some manners. You’ve always preferred the bad boys,” Isabella said.

“Don’t tell me that you don’t like what you see,” Charlotte teased her.

“Yes, he has a nice body, but I need to deal with him in the stable on a daily basis. You know that I hate insubordination,” Isabella shot back.

“He has really gotten to you,” Charlotte said, surprised.

“I don’t know. I have a bad feeling about him,” Isabella replied.

“Why’s that? Where does he come from?”

“I don’t know; he is very cagey and vague about his past. He said he spent the past few years abroad. Somehow, he looks familiar, but I cannot figure out who he resembles.”

“You’ll suddenly remember at some point who he resembles,” Charlotte assured her.

“Oh dear, I need to run,” Charlotte suddenly said. She embraced Isabella and left.

Isabella stood at the window, watching Roger work in the park. She took a quick step to the side to hide when he turned to look at the house. She thought he hadn't seen her watching him, but she wasn't sure.

**

Isabella’s stallion, Don Domingo, lifted his head when she approached his box. "Hello, big boy,” she greeted her horse. “Oh, what happened to you?” she asked when she saw that he was bleeding.

“Roger, come over here,” she shouted when she saw him at the other end of the barn.

“What has happened to Domingo?” she asked him when he approached her.

“I don’t know,” he replied. “I haven’t brought him in from the meadows.”

“Anyway, get me the box with the medicine,” she ordered him.

“Aye, aye, my lady,” Roger responded and left for the tack room.

When he returned, she got an ointment from the medicine box and Domingo’s halter and opened the stallion’s stall door. She put the halter on Domingo and told Roger to hold him.

Roger moved beside Isabella into the stall and grabbed the halter. She brushed his muscular arm and smelled his musky shower gel, which distracted her for a moment before she focused again on the task at hand.

“Okay, big boy, I know you don’t like it, but I need to attend to your cut,” she told the stallion. He flinched and shook his head when she applied the ointment to the cut. Roger had difficulty holding his head.

“Hold him; that cannot be that difficult,” she chided him.

 Roger pulled at the halter, and the stallion lowered his head. “Everything’s okay; no one wants to hurt you,” he whispered calmly to Domingo, petting his neck, and the stallion relaxed.

“Okay, I’ll take it from here,” Isabella told him, taking hold of the halter and pressing against his body.

Roger looked annoyed at Isabella, turned and left without another word.

Isabella looked after him as he walked down the stable alley. “What a bloke without manners,” she thought to herself, but looked at his broad back.

**

The next afternoon, Isabella was dressed in her equestrian clothing with beige riding tights, a chequered brown tweed jacket, brown boots, and her blonde hair in a ponytail when she entered the stables.

“Roger, is Flower ready for me?” she asked when he came out of the tack room carrying a saddle.

“She’s ready in a few minutes,” he replied. “I just need to put on the saddle and bridle.”

“I need you to help me with Domingo to attend to his cut,” she told him. “Get me the box with the medicine. I’ll wait at Domingo’s box.”

“Aye, aye, my lady, I’ll be right there,” Roger said and left with the saddle for the grooming area.

Isabella walked over to Domingo’s stall and greeted her stallion when he stuck his head out. “Hello, how are you today, big boy? I need to look after your cut.”

When Roger arrived with the medicine box, she got the ointment and Domingo’s halter. She opened the stall door and put the halter on his head.

“Hold him,” she told Roger, and he moved next to Isabella into the stall, grabbing the halter and brushing against her.

Isabella was very much aware of how close Roger stood and of his musky scent, a reminder of her dream the previous night. She tried to focus on applying the ointment to Domingo’s cut. This time, the stallion did not flinch.

“Okay, you can let go,” she told Roger, then moved towards him to grab the halter, pressing against his body.

Roger turned and left.

She took off Domingo’s halter and closed the stall door before following Roger to the grooming area where her mare Flower waited. Roger put on Flower’s bridle and said, ”Flower is ready for you, my lady.”

“Okay, tighten the saddle girth after I’ve mounted,” Isabella ordered Roger and got onto her mare.

Roger stood next to the horse and pushed Isabella’s leg forward so he could reach the girth and tighten it. Surprised by Roger’s touch, she said nothing. When he was done, he pulled her leg back.

“Hey, that’s enough,” she said angrily.

“Did you like what you saw of me from the window the other day when I was working in the park?” Roger asked, ignoring her comment and stroking her leg from her hip to her knee. “If you want to see more, come to the hay barn at eight tonight.” Before Isabella could say anything, Roger turned and walked away.

Flabbergasted, Isabella looked after him.

Bored from waiting, Flower stepped forward and tore Isabella from her stupor. She tightened the reins and rode out of the stable. Instead of doing the dressage exercises that she had planned, she steered her mare onto the path that led to the surrounding meadows to think about what had just happened and clear her head.

“Who does that lout think he is?” Isabella thought to herself. “I'm going to give him a good telling-off,” she decided. “I’ll tell him that was the last time he has misbehaved and shown a total lack of respect. Any further minor misbehaviour will lead to his immediate dismissal.”

With her resolution, she clicked her tongue, broke into a trot and enjoyed her ride over the meadows and the sunshine.

When Isabella returned to the stable, she could not find Roger. She went to see Greg, the head groom, to check where Roger was.

“Roger’s working on the wall in the park. Do you need anything?” Greg asked.

“No, nothing urgent,” Isabella replied. “Just wanted to have a word with him.”

“Has he done anything wrong? He’s a good lad, hard-working, and he’s got a knack for horses. I’d regret it if he left, especially since we are still not fully staffed,” Greg said.

“No, everything’s fine; forget that I mentioned anything at all,” Isabella responded and left.

She walked over to the main house and into the winter garden.

“Can I bring you anything?” asked one of the housemaids.

“I’d like some tea and a scone,” Isabella responded.

Her mobile rang. It was her friend Charlotte.

“Hello Charlotte, how are you?” Isabella asked.

“I can’t complain,” Charlotte responded. “How’s it going with your favourite groom?”

“Interesting that you’re just calling when I’m looking at him. He’s becoming more annoying with each day,” Isabella complained. “I wanted to tell him off, but he evaded me by working in the park again.”

“And has he shed his shirt again?”

“Charlotte, you’re really hopeless. But yes, he has,” Isabella smirked.

“And you’re still not liking what you see?” Charlotte teased her.

“He touched my leg this afternoon,” Isabella said, annoyed. “And he’s asked me to meet him tonight in the hay barn.”

“Wow, that’s unexpected!” Charlotte exclaimed.

“Your tea, my lady,” the housemaid said behind her.

“Put it on the table and leave me alone,” she snapped at the maid, who put down the tray with the tea and scone and quickly left the room.

“What will you do?” Charlotte asked.

“I’m going to meet him and tell him that any further misbehaviour will lead to his immediate dismissal,” Isabella replied resolutely.

“Do you think that’s a good idea? Will you tell Edward?”

“No, I don’t want to bother him with this ridiculous issue. Besides, things aren't great between us right now. He doesn’t care about how I feel or whether I’m satisfied.”

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing, just forget what I said.”

“No, no, that doesn’t work - no weird hints and then telling me to forget about it,” Charlotte smirked. “So, what’s going on?”

“I don’t know, it’s just that the last few times we had sex, I didn’t come because Edward just had his fun and didn’t care about me.”

“Have you talked to him about it?”

“No, I didn’t think it important enough.”

“Good sex is important!” Charlotte exclaimed.

“You’re right, I’ll deal with it,” Isabella gave in. “Sorry, I need to go; we’ll talk soon.”

“Be careful tonight. As you said, I’m usually the one dealing with the bad boys. And I know that things can go easily sideways,” Charlotte cautioned. “Bye.”

**

Shortly before eight o’clock, Isabella passed Edward’s study and saw that he was doing some paperwork. She left the house and went across the main court to the hay barn, which sat a bit farther from the other stable buildings.

She entered the dark, empty barn and paused for her eyes to adjust. A dim light came from the back, on the right side, where a small room with a workbench sat.

“Roger, are you here?” Isabella shouted into the dark barn and moved slowly toward the light.

“Good evening, my lady,” replied Roger. “I’m glad that you could make it.”

Roger stood outside the room in the semi-darkness. He only wore jeans and boots.

“You can come closer,” he told Isabella, who had stopped when she saw Roger.

“I’ve only come to tell you that I will no longer accept your rude behaviour and that any further misbehaviour will lead to your immediate dismissal,” Isabella told him.

“Which rude behaviour are you talking about?” Roger asked. “Like treating everyone around you as if they were your slaves, or never saying ‘please’ or ‘thanks’?”

Isabella was so taken aback that she did not move when Roger approached and circled her. He moved up close behind her.

“What now? Was that the whole speech that you’ve prepared?” Roger whispered in her ear.

Isabella felt his body pressing against her back and smelled his by-now familiar musky scent.

She turned around and faced him. “How dare you? Who do you think you are?” she snapped angrily at him.

“Oh, there she is again, arrogant Lady Rochford,” Roger sneered.

Suddenly, Roger grabbed the back of her head and pulled it back. With the finger of the other hand, he followed her jawline and down her neck to her breasts. He circled her left nipple, which got hard under the touch and poked against her shirt.

Isabella recovered from the shock of Roger attacking her and tried to push Roger’s hand away.

Roger was quicker, let go of her head, turned her around, and pinned her arms to her sides by reaching around her with one arm. Isabella tried to pull away, but he was too strong.

“So, what do you want, Lady Rochford?” Roger whispered in her ear.

“Let me go,” Isabella replied angrily.

“Is that really what you want? Why did you then watch me working in the park and try to hide when I caught you watching?” Roger asked quietly.

“You’re imagining things that are not real,” Isabella replied.

“Is that so?” Roger whispered, stroking with the finger of his free hand her breasts, down her tummy to her left hip and further down her thigh to her knee and back up to her crotch, where he moved to her other hip.

Suddenly, Roger let go of Isabella, stepped back and whispered, “I’ll be here tomorrow night at the same time; then you can try your speech again.” He moved further away into the darkness and was gone when Isabella turned around.

With weak knees, Isabella walked toward the barn door and tried to make sense of what had just happened. She still felt Roger’s arm on her chest and his finger on her breast, tummy, and thigh. “This bastard, how could he dare to insult and attack me in my own barn?” she thought to herself. Should she talk to Edward? No, she would not run to her husband; she would deal with it on her own. She slowly made her way to the main house.

When she entered the house, she met Edward in the hallway.

“Hello, are you alright?” Edward asked. “You look a bit shaken.”

“I’m alright, just tired. I’ll go to bed,” she replied.

“Good night, then. I’ll still have some paperwork to do before I leave for the auction tomorrow.”

Isabella had nearly forgotten that Edward was going to an auction the next day to buy new horses.

“Good night,” she replied and went to their bedroom.

Isabella undressed and went into the bathroom.

She could still smell Roger’s scent on her and decided to take a shower.

When the water streamed down her breasts, Isabella was again reminded of Roger’s finger caressing her breasts, tummy, hips and thighs, and his strong arm around her chest, feeling a tingling sensation spreading through her pelvis.

She directed the water jet onto her pussy, and her finger moved through her folds before circling her clit. With two fingers, she moved to her tunnel and pushed the two fingers into her pussy.

Isabella closed her eyes, and she saw Roger’s muscular body, imagining that he was between her legs fucking her. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and rubbed her now swollen clit when she felt an orgasm approaching and came surprisingly hard, with the orgasm rippling through her body. She steadied herself with one hand pushing against the shower wall until the orgasm ebbed down.

Still surprised by the intense orgasm, she stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and dried herself off. Then she went to bed and fell fast asleep.

**

Isabella was having lunch in the winter garden the next day when Charlotte called her.

“How did it go last night with your favourite groom?” Charlotte asked without preamble.

“Not as expected,” Isabella responded. “He had the audacity to insult and attack me,” she added indignantly.

“He did what?” Charlotte exclaimed. “Are you alright? I hope you have dismissed him immediately. Has he already left Rochford Manor? And have you told Edward?”

“Yes, I’m alright, but otherwise no, neither of it,” Isabella said quietly.

“Why not?” Charlotte asked, confused. “Bella, what’s going on?”

“I don’t know, to be honest,” Isabella replied.

“What did he do to you?” Charlotte wanted to know.

“Not much; he just held me tight and stroked me.”

“Bastard, how dare he touch you?” Charlotte said indignantly. “What did you do?”

“I tried to get away from him, but he was too strong.”

“And how did you get away?”

“He suddenly let go and vanished.”

“That’s strange. Oh, dear, I’m so sorry. Have you slept at all last night? I assume you were totally shaken. You could have called me.”

“I know, but I took a shower and went to bed early. And I had a very intense orgasm when I masturbated,” Isabella confided.

“Bella, Bella, you know I’m the one going for the bad boys. You always chose the nice, boring ones. You should really think twice before changing that approach,” Charlotte advised her. “How did you leave it with him?”

“He told me that he would wait for me again tonight.”

“You don’t really consider meeting him again, do you?” Charlotte asked in disbelief.

“I don’t know. I still want to tell Roger off, and I don’t want to bother Edward with such a ridiculous issue. He has left for an auction anyway.”

“If you really meet him, then please be careful and call me afterwards,” Charlotte urged her.

“I’ll deal with him,” Isabella told her, convinced. “And I’ll let you know how it went,” she promised.

“Alright, take care.”

“Bye,” Isabella said and hung up.

**

Shortly before eight o’clock, Isabella went to the dark hay barn. She was nervous and walked briskly across the main court. When she entered the barn, she paused to let her eyes adjust to the darkness. Then she continued to the room with the workbench at the back of the barn.

“Roger, are you here?” she shouted.

“There you are again,” Roger whispered behind her.

Isabella spun around.

Roger stood again bare-chested in front of her. “Good evening, my lady,” he said sarcastically.

 “Stop being so annoying!” she told him. “I’m your boss, and you’re supposed to be polite to me and obey me.”

“Am I indeed supposed to do that?” he asked. “And what happens if I don’t do as you say?”

“I will just dismiss you,” Isabella replied.

“And why haven’t you already done it?” Roger wanted to know.

“I’m giving you a last chance to change your behaviour, because I’m so benevolent,” Isabella responded.

“Really, is that the reason why you haven’t asked your husband to dismiss me? I rather think you want me to stay.” Roger stared at Isabella, unnerving her.

“This is another one of your fantasies,” Isabella said, but it did not sound convincing.

Roger unexpectedly stepped forward, embraced Isabella and kissed her. After a few seconds, Isabella recovered from her stupor and tried to push Roger away.

Roger was, however, faster and bound her hands with a rope that he suddenly held in his hands. Before Isabella could do anything, Roger had brought her hands above her head and fixed her bound hands to a hook that hung from the ceiling.

“Hey, are you crazy? Let me go!” Isabella exclaimed.

“Shh, calm down,” Roger whispered. “This is just so that we can talk. Wasn’t that why you came here?”

He caressed her left cheek with his fingers and stroked down her neck to her breasts and along her left side, over her tummy and up her right side again. Then he began to unbutton her shirt.

“What are you doing?” Isabella asked, surprised.

“Do you want me to stop?” Roger asked, continuing to unbutton her shirt.

Isabella remained silent, still trying to make sense of what was happening, while Roger kissed her tummy, opened her riding tights, and pulled them down. Then he kissed over her mound down to her slit and licked along her labia.

Isabella gasped as Roger circled her clit with his tongue and moved his finger through her fold.

“What did you want to tell me?” Roger asked between alternately licking over and sucking on her clit.

Isabella moaned softly, absorbed by the pleasure from Roger’s attention to her clit and missing his question.

“I thought so,” Roger said, straightening, pulling up Isabella’s riding tights, freeing her hands from the hook, and loosening the rope around her hands.

“Same place and time tomorrow,” he whispered and vanished into the night.

Isabella stood confused in the barn, looking after Roger into the darkness. She slowly buttoned her shirt and tucked it into her riding tights. Then she moved through the dark barn to the exit and went to the main house. When she arrived at the main house, she headed directly to her bedroom, undressed, and went to the bathroom.

She turned on the shower and let the hot water stream over her body. Her hand moved down to her pussy, and she moved a finger through her wet folds to her clit. She still felt Roger’s tongue on it, and her finger rubbed frantically over her swollen nub until she came hard. Her breathing was ragged as she leaned against the shower wall, and she stood there until her orgasm had ebbed down.

She went to bed and called Charlotte, who responded after the first ring.

“Are you alright?” Charlotte asked immediately.

“Yes, I’m fine,” Isabella replied tersely.

“What has happened?” Charlotte wanted to know, hearing a strange undertone in her friend’s voice.

“He bound my hands and licked my pussy,” Isabella summarised the encounter with Roger.

“What? Are you kidding me? And you are sure that you are alright?” Charlotte asked, disbelievingly.

“Yes, after I masturbated, because he stopped before I came and left me totally horny,” Isabella smirked.

“Who are you and what have you done with my shy friend Bella?” Charlotte asked, only half jokingly.

“Bella, you are entering dangerous territory here,” Charlotte cautioned her.

“I’m aware,” Isabella said softly. “Honestly, I’m not sure what I’m doing here.”

“Be careful and think really hard about what you want to do,” Charlotte urged her. “I’m concerned about you.”

“I need to sleep on it. I’ll be fine,” Isabella said. “Good night.”

“Good night,” Charlotte replied and hung up.

**

The next morning, Isabella headed for the grooming area to get her mare Flower for her daily riding session. She saw that Roger was getting Flower ready for her.

“Good morning, my lady,” he greeted her, overly courteous. “Flower is ready for you. Do you want me to tighten the saddle girth?” he asked.

“Good morning,” she replied tersely. “Yes, tighten the girth when I’m mounted.”

Roger moved next to the horse after Isabella had got onto it and moved her leg forward to tighten the saddle girth. After he had tightened it, he moved her leg back. This time she did not say anything.

“Wear this when we meet tonight,” Roger whispered to Isabella, then put something wrapped in cloth into her hand. He turned around and left before Isabella could react.

Isabella put the thing into her jacket and rode out of the stable. Because she did not think that she could focus on any dressage exercises, Isabella steered her horse onto the path leading to the surrounding meadows.

She was curious about what Roger had given her and wanted to check it somewhere no one would disturb her. After she had ridden a while along the path, she was sure no one was around and pulled it out. She unwrapped it and stared at a silver butt plug with a ruby crystal bottom.

“This bastard,” she thought, but was at the same time intrigued by the thought of the butt plug in her ass. This situation with Roger – whatever it was - got weirder and more confusing by the day.

**

When it got closer to eight o’clock, Isabella was still unsure what she should do. The rational part of her mind told her to stop, not meet, and instead ignore Roger. The more adventurous part of her mind told her, however, to go ahead and see what would happen. That part of her mind also led her to the drugstore that afternoon to buy some lube.

Isabella took off her jeans and panties and lay on her bed with the butt plug and lube next to her. First, she took the lube and put some on her finger. Cautiously, she pressed the finger against her puckered hole and tried to relax. The finger slipped into her ass, and she kept it there for a moment before she pulled it out again. She took more lube and rubbed it around her asshole before she pushed her finger again into her ass. Then she tried two fingers, which hurt at first, but she relaxed and got used to them.

Comforted by the good feeling of the two fingers in her ass, she took the butt plug and spread a generous amount of lube on it. Cautiously, she pushed the lubricated butt plug against her puckered hole. Her sphincter opened, and the tip of the butt plug disappeared into her ass. As the butt plug widened her asshole, Isabella rubbed her clit. Then the butt plug was fully buried in her ass, and she lay still for some moments. When she felt comfortable with the butt plug in her ass, she slowly moved off the bed and tried to stand. She took a few steps and grabbed her jeans. Sitting down on the bed, she put on the jeans and her shoes.

Getting used to the weird feeling of the butt plug in her ass, she left the main house for the hay barn. She realised that it was already ten minutes past eight when she entered the dark barn. She headed for the light in the room in the back of the barn.

When she approached the room, she saw a light above her and heard Roger saying, “You’re late.”

“It took a bit longer to put the butt plug into my ass,” Isabella retorted.

“Come up here,” he told her. He was standing one floor above her in the hay loft at the top of a ladder.

Isabella walked over to the ladder and went up. When she reached the top, Roger stretched out a hand to her, but she ignored it and stepped onto the loft floor.

“So then show me what you brought,” Roger requested.

“What do you mean?” Isabella asked back.

“Take off your jeans and show me your ass,” Roger ordered her.

Isabella stared at him with big eyes.

“Come on, just do it. Now that you have the butt plug in your ass, you can also show it off,” Roger encouraged her.

Isabella was still unsure what to do, but she stepped out of her shoes, unbuttoned her jeans, and pushed them down.

When she had stepped out of her jeans, Roger said, “I see you didn’t bother with any panties. Take off your shirt as well.”

Isabella thought it did not matter anymore and took off her shirt, then her bra.

Now completely naked, she stared at Roger.

“Turn around and bend forward,” he told her.

She bent forward, pushing her hands against a beam, and wiggled with her ass. “Are you happy now?” Isabella asked, and shrieked the next moment when Roger smacked her ass with his hand.

“You’re still the arrogant bitch,” Roger snarled. “Turn around and give me your hands.”

Still shocked from his spanking, Isabella straightened and turned around to Roger. He grabbed her hands and bound them with the same rope as the day before. Then he fixed her bound hands to a hook that hung from the ceiling. Isabella wondered whether Roger had placed all these hooks or whether they had always been there.

When Roger stood in front of her, she felt very exposed, being completely naked and with bound hands.

Roger circled her and murmured, “Very nice.”

He stopped in front of her and stroked her cheeks with his finger and moved it over her neck to her breasts. He circled her nipples, which hardened under his touch.

“I love your tits and your hard nipples,” Roger said. He leaned forward and took Isabella’s left nipple into his mouth and circled it with his tongue before sucking on it, which sent a jolt down her spine into her pussy and made her moan softly.

Roger kissed her down over her tummy to her mound with the fair landing strip. With his hands, he pushed Isabella’s legs further apart and licked back and forth along her smooth labia, sending shivers through her body. Then he licked through her slit and tasted her juices before poking his tongue into her hot, wet tunnel.

Isabella moaned with closed eyes and pushed her hips into Roger’s face, enjoying the sensations in her lower body.

Roger grabbed her ass cheeks and circled her clit with his tongue.

Isabella wriggled but could not move much given that her hands were bound above her head and Roger kept her in place with his hands on her ass.

When Isabella’s breathing became ragged, Roger suddenly got up and stood in front of Isabella.

“What are you doing?” Isabella said, opening her eyes, her pussy throbbing and aching for release.

“What do you want me to do?" Roger asked her.

 “Fuck me,” Isabella said in a husky voice.

Roger removed her bound hands from the hook above her head, turned her toward one of the vertical beams of the barn and attached her hands to a hook.

“Another hook,” Isabella thought, but was torn from her thoughts when Roger pushed her legs further apart and moved two fingers through her folds before pushing them into her hot pussy.

He pushed against the wall of her vagina and said, “I feel the butt plug. Do you like it?”

“It feels a bit weird, but yes, I like it,” Isabella responded, but was immediately surprised by her own words as they left her mouth. What the hell was she doing here, being naked in the barn with a butt plug in her ass and fingered by an insubordinate groom?

Isabella was again torn from her thoughts and gasped when Roger removed his fingers from her pussy and pushed his dick instead into it. His dick slid easily into her hot tunnel, which was slick with her juices. Roger’s dick was thicker than Edward’s, and she felt her pussy stretching around it.

Roger began to pound her pussy and smacked first her right and then her left ass cheek, which made Isabella shriek, more for the surprise than for the pain.

“Oh fuck,” Isabella moaned when Roger pressed on the bottom of the butt plug.

“Do you like it when your ass is filled?” Roger asked her.

“Yes, it feels good,” Isabella groaned.

In response, Roger first pulled his dick out of her pussy, and then the butt plug out of her ass. Isabella felt empty without his dick and the butt plug, but before she could react, Roger pressed his dick against her ass hole and started to push it into her ass.

Isabella cried out from the surprise and the pain in her ass as her sphincter muscle protested against the attack of Roger’s dick, which was obviously much thicker than the butt plug. 

“Relax!” Roger told her and rubbed her clit while continuing to push more of his dick into her ass.

Isabella tried to relax, helped by the stimulation of her clit, and the pain in her ass subsided a bit.

Roger pulled his dick out a bit before pushing it deeper in again, which made Isabella gasp. He started to slowly fuck her ass while continuing to rub her clit.

“Oh fuck,” Isabella moaned, getting slowly more comfortable with Roger’s dick in her ass as her tight ass hole stretched to take in its full length.

The dick began to feel really good in her ass, and with Roger continuing to rub her swollen clit, she felt an orgasm building up in her. “Fuck me, fuck me hard,” she begged him, forgetting where she was, only focusing on the sensation in her ass and her throbbing pussy with the stimulation of her clit.

Roger answered to her pleading and increased the speed of his fucking. Roger was plunging his dick even deeper into her ass, which pushed Isabella finally over the edge.

“Oh god,” Isabella cried out, and her thighs trembled as the orgasm rippled through her body. She pushed her bound hands against the beam to stabilise herself.

Roger pulled his dick out of her ass and waited for Isabella to recover from her orgasm before he unbound her hands.

“Same time tomorrow, and don’t forget the butt plug,” he told her and vanished into the darkness of the barn loft.

Isabella looked after him, speechless, trying to process what had just happened. With her knees still wobbly, she slowly picked up her jeans with shaking hands and put them on. Then she put on her bra and shirt and slipped into her shoes.

She looked at the butt plug on the floor where Roger had dropped it before fucking her ass. She bent down and picked it up before moving cautiously down the ladder. On the way out of the barn door, she picked up a paper bag that lay discarded on the floor and bagged the butt plug, happy to have it out of sight in case she met someone on her way to her house.

But she reached her house without meeting anyone and went directly to the bedroom. She undressed, went into the bathroom, and got into the shower.

She let the hot water flow over her body and used plenty of her shower gel while trying to get her head around what had happened in the barn earlier that evening.

“What am I doing here?” she asked herself. “Why do I enjoy it so much to be ordered around and fucked by a groom?”

Instead of feeling bad, the thought of Roger fucking her ass and how good it felt made her get aroused again. She felt her pussy getting moist, and her right hand moved down to her pussy, moving through her folds before circling her clit. She pushed two fingers into her tunnel and slowly finger fucked herself while she squeezed her breasts and rolled her nipple between two fingers.

Ripples of joy flowed through her body, and she removed her fingers from her pussy and moved to her swollen clit. She pushed her hips against her hand, which moved frantically over her nub as she felt an orgasm approaching. Her other hand was squeezing her breast and rubbing her hard nipple.

Her ass clenched as she remembered how good Roger’s dick had felt in her ass as he had pounded her hard. She exploded with a strong orgasm that made her thighs tremble, and she leaned against the shower walls for support, enjoying the bliss.

When she had recovered, she got out of the shower, dried herself and wrapped herself in a towel. She moved to her bedroom and lay on her bed, too stirred up to fall asleep.

What should she do? The rational part of her mind told her again that she needed to end this whole affair with Roger. On the other hand, she hadn't felt that good and satisfied in a long time.

She lay awake for some time before she finally fell asleep from exhaustion.

**

The following day, Isabella was distracted and had difficulty focusing on her chores. As the time of her meeting with Roger drew closer, she went to her bedroom and undressed, still unsure what she should do.

Isabella stared at the butt plug and the lube lying on the bed and felt a warm feeling spreading through her pelvis when she remembered how good it felt to be fucked by Roger.

Slowly, she grabbed the lube bottle and spread some lube around her puckered hole and pushed some with her finger into her ass. Then she lubricated the butt plug and pressed it against her ass hole and inserted it slowly into her ass.

She got even more aroused when she saw the ruby crystal bottom in her ass in the mirror hanging opposite the bed and remembered the feeling of both her holes being filled when Roger had fucked her pussy with the butt plug in her ass.

Responding to the craving of her pussy, she started to finger-fuck herself a few times before she got up and put on a shirt and jeans without any underwear.

Shortly before eight o’clock, Isabella went over to the barn.

As on the previous days, she waited a bit at the entrance to the barn to let her eyes adjust to the darkness inside before she moved through the barn to the ladder to the loft above, where she saw a light.

“Roger, are you up there?” she shouted.

“Yes, come up,” Roger shouted down.

Isabella went up the ladder, stepped onto the loft floor, and saw Roger, as usual, bare-chested and wearing only jeans.

“We need to stop this,” Isabella said. “We had our fun, but now with Edward coming back, it needs to end.”

“Take off your clothes,” he told her, ignoring her comment.

“Did you hear what I said?” she asked.

“Is your ass well filled?” Roger asked, still not reacting to her. But his remark made her acutely aware of the butt plug in her ass and the horny feeling that the thing always caused in her, which sparked her craving for a cock in her pussy.

As Isabella did not respond, Roger sneered, “I thought so. Take off your clothes.”

“Help me,” Isabella demanded, catching Roger off-guard.

Isabella stepped out of her shoes and stood in front of Roger, unmoving.

Roger smirked and stepped forward. “Okay, if you want it that way.”

He started unbuttoning Isabella’s shirt and pushed it over her shoulders, looking a bit surprised that she was not wearing a bra. Then he walked around her so that he stood directly behind her. He turned her a bit, reached around her, opened the button of her jeans and pushed them down her legs.

When Isabella was distracted by stepping out of her jeans, he suddenly had a silk scarf in his hands and blindfolded her.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Isabella protested and wanted to remove the blindfold.

Roger was, however, quicker and grabbed her hands, tying them with a rope. He then attached her bound hands to a hook above her head.

“Remove the blindfold!” Isabella demanded in a shrieking voice, feeling helpless and frightened without seeing what happened around her

“Shh, Lady Rochford, always so bitchy and demanding,” Roger sneered. “Just relax.”

Isabella wriggled but couldn’t move much with her hands bound above her head and Roger standing directly behind her.

Roger caressed both her arms with his fingertips, starting at her wrists and moving down to her armpits and moving on down her sides to her breasts. He cupped both her breasts and rubbed her nipples lightly with his palms, which got hard under his touch and sent a shiver through Isabella’s body.

Without being able to see, her other senses sharpened, and she felt a heightened tingling sensation where Roger touched her, which travelled through her body to her pelvis. She felt his bulging pants pressing against her ass and became aware of his musky smell.

Roger squatted behind her, running his fingers from her ankles up her legs to her ass and caressing her ass cheeks in circles, which sent jolts into her pussy.

He stood up, reaching around her with one arm and cupping her right tit before pushing with his other hand on the butt plug in her ass. He pulled out the butt plug a bit and pushed it back in.

Isabella moaned softly at the unexpected attack on her ass.

“So, you like the butt plug in your ass, don’t you?” Roger teased her. “And you probably like it if your pussy is also paid attention to, don’t you?” he added and simultaneously moved his other hand from her breast to her pussy and caressed her pussy lips.

Isabella responded with a moan, given her heightened sensitivity to Roger’s touching and the throbbing in her pussy.

“I take this as a yes,” Roger smirked.

He continued lightly moving his fingers over her pussy lips before sliding them through her folds but only entering her a little bit.

Isabella wriggled against the rope around her hands and pushed her hips against Roger’s fingers, wanting them to enter her pussy and touch her.

“What do you want, Lady Rochford?” Roger asked her seductively.

“Touch me, fuck me,” Isabella begged him softly.

“Sorry, I don’t hear you. What do you want me to do?”

“Fuck me,” she said louder.

“Where do you want me to fuck you?” he asked, continuing to lightly stroke her pussy lips, alternating with circling her clit.

With her pussy throbbing, amplified by her total focus on Roger’s touching as her senses were sharpened by being blindfolded, she cried, “Fuck my pussy and then fuck my ass, please!”

To stress her desire for Roger to fuck her, she pushed her hips against his fingers, which were caressing her pussy lips and clit.

Isabella heard Roger opening the zipper of his pants and pushed her hips instinctively back toward the sound, her pussy aching at the thought of Roger finally pushing his dick into her.

“Bloody hell, what's going on here?” roared Edward.

Isabella froze and went white. She felt Roger moving away from her.

“Lord Rochford, I’m glad you could make it,” Roger said in a conversational tone. “I hope your trip to the auction was successful.”

“Stop it, I don’t take the piss from you, gormless prick. What are you doing with my wife?”

“Well, you probably heard her begging me to fuck her in several ways. But now that you’re back, it seems my services are no longer needed,” Roger said, seemingly undisturbed by the situation. “There would only be the minor issue of the payment for my services - I would think that a million pounds would be adequate. I prefer cash, as you can imagine.”

Isabella was awakening from her stupor and felt totally humiliated, standing naked in the barn with her hands bound in front of Roger and her husband without being able to see them. She felt dizzy and wanted to tell them to free her hands and remove the blindfold, but Edward responded to Roger.

“You will not get a bloody penny; why would I give you anything in the first place?”

“Well, I assume you don’t want to see the Lady in her current state on some dirty websites.”

“I don’t care about her ending up on a website for some wankers, I’m done with her.”

“Bravely said, but I will make sure that all your aristocratic friends will know about it. You can figure out what that will do to your reputation that you’ve always been so concerned about.”

“What do you think you know about me?”

“Well, we have known each other for a long time, even though it seems you don't remember me.”

“Who are you?”

“Roger McInnes, son of Clive McInnes.”

“Roger,” Edward said, surprised. “Your father was the head groom at my family’s stable. What happened to him?”

“Your family killed him.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Your father accused him of sabotaging the stable and fired him even though my father was innocent. He never recovered from that disgrace. He became an alcoholic and died a few years later,” Roger said quietly, suppressing tears.

“So, your family owes me,” Roger shouted. “You have two days to get the money. I’ll let you know where to meet.”

Roger turned and vanished into the darkness of the barn loft.

“Edward, please,” Isabella said meekly when she felt that Roger had left.

Edward turned to her as if he had forgotten about her. He removed her hands from the hook and loosened the rope around her hands.

“Get dressed,” he said coolly and went down the ladder without another word.

Isabella removed the blindfold and blinked a few times before her eyes had adjusted to the light. Then she picked up her clothes and got dressed.

She felt dreadful. How had she ended up in such a mess? A few days back, she was happily married and had a comfortable life. Now, after some spicy sex, her whole life was shattered, and she was at risk of losing everything if Edward divorced her.

Isabella moved down the ladder and went to their house. She feared the conversation with Edward and braced herself for an ugly fight.

**

When she entered their house, she called out, “Edward, are you here?”

“Where else should I be? It’s my house,” Edward growled.

“I’m so sorry,” Isabella started.

“Why are you sorry? Because you fucked around like a whore? Or because you disgraced my family and me? Or because you embarrassed me in front of the personnel?” he interrupted her.

“I’m not a whore,” Isabella said defensively. “If you had been more attentive, it wouldn’t have happened."

“So, it’s now my fault,” Edward burst out.

“No, it’s obviously not only your fault. But you also played a part in this whole mess. Why have you hired him in the first place, and why have you not checked his background? He has come into our home to take revenge for what your family did years ago.”

“I won’t listen to this crap anymore. It’s very convenient for you to blame anyone else but yourself. I’m done with you,” Edward shouted, turned and left the house.

Isabella was devastated as she watched her husband leave. She knew he was right to blame her for not taking responsibility for what had happened and instead blaming others, even if it was partly justified. But she was really hurt by him calling her a whore and did not think straight. In any case, she needed to find a solution.

**

Isabella was lying in bed when Edward came to their bedroom and grabbed his duvet and pillow. He was about to turn and leave when Isabella said, “Please, Edward, can we talk?”

“Have you come up with anyone else to blame for your actions?” he asked with acid in his voice.

“No, I know I’ve done wrong. And I’m sorry for hurting you,” she said in a conciliatory tone. “But we cannot let him win. And if we’re losing each other, he wins.”

Edward looked at her with a hurt look, and Isabella knew that there was still hope.

“We need to involve the police. We cannot let him extort us. It will be awkward to talk about what happened, but I’ll do it and take responsibility. But I cannot do it without you. Will you help me?” she begged him.

“I’ll think about it. I’ll sleep in my office,” Edward said and left the room.

**

The next morning, Isabella went down to the winter garden and saw that Edward was talking with a man she did not recognise.

“Good morning, Isabella. This is Superintendent Barnes. We went to the same boarding school. James, please meet my wife,” Edward introduced them.

“I have discussed our problem with James. He’ll ask someone from his department to come over and talk us through the process for this type of situation, and he promised to keep the background as confidential as possible."

**

The following day, Roger texted Isabella the location for the handover of the ransom payment, an abandoned industrial site. She forwarded the text to the police so that they could prepare to monitor the location. The police had provided them with a bag of counterfeit money for the exchange.

When it was time, Edward and Isabella drove to the meeting point. A tense silence filled the car, which Isabella broke halfway to their destination. “I’m sorry that I fell for Roger’s seduction and have created this mess. Thanks for helping me deal with Roger.” She squeezed his hand.

“He threatened to ruin my reputation and that of my family, so it’s in my own interest to stop him. It doesn’t mean that I’ve forgiven you for cheating on me,” Edward growled.

“If he gets between us, he’ll win,” Isabella said quietly.

“Mhm,” Edward murmured.

“We’re nearly there; let’s get it over with,” Roger said when they saw the industrial site on their left.

They parked where Roger had told them to come and got out of the car.

After a few minutes, Roger’s car approached from behind a building to their right. He stopped the car and got out. “I see you’ve come to your senses and agree to our deal.”

“How can we be sure that you don’t keep any recordings of Isabella?” Edward asked.

“You can’t; you have to trust me. But I don’t want to have to deal with you anymore after what you have done to my family. I take this as compensation, and you’ll never hear from me again,” he said, pointing at the bag in Edward’s hand.

“Here are all the recordings,” Roger said, holding a USB stick in his hand.

Isabella stepped forward and reached out for the USB stick, but Roger was quicker.

“First the money,” he demanded.

Edward let the bag fall in front of Roger. “Here, take it and bugger off.”

Roger opened the bag and ran his hand through the bundles of cash. Satisfied, he handed the USB stick to Isabella. “Here, have fun with it,” he said, smirking.

Isabella glared at him and pocketed the USB stick.

Before Roger turned to leave, he said to Isabella, “Say hello to Charlotte, by the way. Has she told you about her escapades with your husband?”

Before Isabella could say anything, a flurry of activity erupted around them as two police cars sped towards them with sirens wailing, and several police officers ran over and arrested Roger.

Superintendent Barnes approached them and asked, “Are you alright?”

“Yes, we’re alright. Thanks, James, for your help. And I hope you can keep the delicate background as much as possible out of the following procedures.”

“I’ll do what I can in that respect,” he said, shook Edward’s hand and left them.

“Let’s go home,” Edward said to Isabella and went to their car.

When they were on their way home, Isabella asked Edward, “What did Roger mean by escapades of Charlotte with you?”

“I have no clue what he was talking about. He’s just a bastard full of shit,” Edward said.

Isabella was not sure, but it sounded a bit defensive.

**

When they arrived at home, Isabella went to the bedroom and called Charlotte, who answered on the first ring. “How are you, my dear?”

“Roger has been arrested, and he handed over his recordings. I hope that he hasn’t kept anything,” Isabella responded. “At the end, he said something that bothered me the whole way home. He told me to say hello to you and asked whether you have told me about your escapades with Edward.”

Charlotte was silent for a few seconds, and Isabella wondered if the connection had been cut before Charlotte asked, “Can we meet? I can come over now?”

“Sure, I’m here,” Isabella replied, irritated.

“Okay, see you in a bit,” Charlotte said and hung up.

Isabella stared at her phone as a knot tightened in her stomach.

**

Charlotte arrived twenty minutes later and was led by one of the housemaids into the winter garden.

“Hello, Bella,” Charlotte greeted Isabella and embraced her. “I’m so glad that you’re alright and that this situation with this groom has been solved.”

“What did you want to tell me?” Isabella asked impatiently.

Charlotte swallowed hard and looked down. “It’s true. Edward and I slept once with each other when you were already together.”

Isabella went white. “When was that?”

“It was at that festival like fifteen years ago. You didn’t want to go, and we drank too much, and it just happened. I felt so awful afterwards. Please forgive me,” she begged.

Isabella got up from her chair and ran into Edward’s office. “You’re such a hypocrite!“ she shouted at him. “Accusing me of being a whore while you slept with my best friend.”

“Who says that?”

“I have just told her,” Charlotte said, having followed Isabella.

“Why would you do that, after all these years? You promised to keep it secret.” Edward stared at Charlotte.

“Don’t blame Charlotte for being honest.” Isabella glared at Edward. “Charlotte was here for me during this whole mess while you only condemned me.”

“I need to get out of here,” Isabella said and stormed out of the room.

**

A few days later, Isabella entered their house.

She had spent the past few days in a hotel to clear her head. Edward had texted her and asked if they could talk.

“Hello, Isabella,” he said as he came to the door when he heard her enter. He was wearing the shirt she had given him for his last birthday, which she liked very much on him, as the colour matched his eyes.

“Hello Edward.”

“Shall we have tea? Linda has made her famous casserole that you like so much.”

“Yes, sure,” Isabella said, surprised by Edward’s thoughtfulness.

They went to the dining room, where the lights were dimmed and candles burned on the table.

“We haven’t had a candlelight dinner in a while," Isabella noted, positively surprised by the setting.

“Yes, I know. We’ve generally not really taken time for ourselves recently.”

“That’s true,” Isabella agreed.

“We’ve both made mistakes, but I love you, and I don’t want to lose you,” Edward said. “And I don’t want Roger to win by separating us.”

“I love you,” said Isabella and got up. She stepped over to Edward’s chair and straddled his lap. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him.

Isabella broke their kiss and got up. “Shall we skip the main course and go directly to the dessert?” she smirked.

“No objections,” Edward said and led her to the couch in the winter garden.

Edward pulled her into an embrace, kissing her, and their tongues twirled around each other.

Breaking the kiss, he unbuttoned her shirt while kissing down her neck. Isabella tilted her head back and unbuttoned his shirt.

Edward pushed Isabella’s shirt over her shoulders and kissed down to her breasts. He unclasped her bra, pushing it down her arms and took one of her nipples into his mouth. He circled the nipple with his tongue, which became hard.

Isabella responded with a low moan to the attention to her nipple that sent a jolt through her body into her pelvis.

Edward moved to the other nipple and lightly sucked on it. Then he straightened up and kissed Isabella on the mouth. He unbuttoned her jeans while Isabella finished unbuttoning his shirt and pushed it over his shoulders.

Edward knelt in front of Isabella and pushed her jeans and thong down her legs. She stepped out of her shoes, thong and jeans. He pushed her lightly backwards, and she reclined onto the couch.  

Isabella gasped when Edward lightly licked along her labia, sending ripples through her pelvis into her pussy. He circled her clit with his tongue, breathing over it before lightly licking back and forth through her folds, entering her only slightly.

Isabella grabbed his head and pushed her hips forward into his face.

Edward took the cue and pushed his tongue into her hot, wet tunnel and tasted her juices. He twirled her tongue inside her pussy before turning to her clit. When he sucked on her nub, Isabella moaned and squirmed with her pussy on fire.

Isabella pulled at Edward’s head. “Fuck me,” she demanded as her pussy craved being filled by a dick.

Edward straightened and pressed his throbbing dick against her pussy lips.

Isabella gasped when he slowly pushed his dick into her hot, wet pussy.

Edward started to fuck her pussy. He pulled his dick out until only the head of his dick remained in her pussy before pushing his dick in again. He repeated it a few times before fucking her faster.

“Oh, yes, fuck me hard,” Isabella groaned.

Edward was now pounding his dick into her pussy. “Your pussy feels so good,” he growled.

“Oh fuck, yes, that’s it, fuck me,” Isabella cried. “I’m coming!”

She was squirming while Edward kept fucking her and shuddered when the orgasm rippled through her body.

Edward growled as her pussy muscles contracted around his dick and he filled her pussy with his cum.

He slumped onto her, and they both gasped, catching their breath.

“We don’t let him win,” Isabella whispered when she had recovered.

“No, we don’t,” Edward replied.