"Mi Lady," I moaned. Why I was calling her I could not tell. She was driving me insane with her ministrations and the light kisses and bites she was stealing from my thighs. My hands clenched and unclenched. I wanted to sink them into her hair and pulled her further into my cunt. I wanted to pull her up and kiss her. I wanted to hold her against myself and never let go. Still she kept on eating and drinking me. Was this it? Was this what they meant when they said she stole the souls of little girls? If so, then I wanted her to steal mine, to own me twice over. I would gladly do anything she asked if only that meant this never ended. Yet it ended.
She lifted her head and pulled herself up. I could see the sheen of my juices on her lips. I pulled her up to myself and kissed her, cleaning up all traces of myself off her. She pulled away from the kiss and smiled at me.
"After tonight, I never want to see you again with Henry. I own you now," she said.
"Yes, mi lady," I said and meant it.
"Ready to give 'mi lady' as much pleasure as she has given you?" She asked.
"Yes," I said, nodding vigorously just in case she could not tell how eager I was.
"Good," she said, pulling herself up to her knees which she crossed over my head.
Beneath the light mesh of hair, her cunt lips spread open before me and a pearl of her juices came to settle at the edge, ready to drop into my mouth any moment. I took in a deep breath of her smell and felt myself wanting to claim her now. I could see the wrinkled eye that was her anus and I never knew that something I always thought of as dirty could rouse up such hunger and desire within me. I gripped her hips with both hands to pull her down on me, and I heard the sound of galloping horses racing towards the house.
"Oh god," she gasped. "No."
I did not know the cause of her worry, and I did not care as I pulled her down onto my lips.
"No, Eleanor," she gasped, struggling to get off me. "That is my husband."
I wanted mi lady right then, and I would have her. And if her husband chose that moment to appear from his year-long sojourn to the American colonies, well so be it. I pulled mi lady down on me and latched my lips on to her cunt. And though her moans were filled with much protestations, I knew from the grinding of her hips, this was a pleasure sorely needed.
***
"Who wants to hear about my exploits in Salem?" Cotton Mather asked as he burst into the bedchambers.
"My lord husband, you have arrived," Mi Lady said, sliding out of bed, fully dressed in her night dress.
"Yes, and full of tales of divine judgment upon evil women doing wicked and unnatural things throughout the world," he said, ignoring my weak-kneed bow as I took away the platter of mi lady's half eaten dinner. The last glimpse I caught of her that night, was of her staring back at me with half a smile over her husband's shoulder in an embrace.
As I trudged through the hallways towards my station, I hoped that we had truly escaped that night, and that there would be many more nights to come. I had after all promised my soul to my lady.