Lorelie Brown is a frequent commenter here at It’s Not Chick Porn and a good friend to our blog. In fact, you might remember her from her awesome entries into those writing contests I used to throw (and I will again, I promise, once I find the time… and the dough). When I asked her if she could oblige us with a novella and she gave me this one, I squee’d. So fun. So sexy.

If you haven’t already, please read chapters one and two, and three.

Two years ago, Corrine McQuade was desperate to escape her father’s house. In a perfect world, she would have run to Adam Springton, handsome owner of the Gilded Angel saloon and the man she’d daydreamed about for years. Believing he saw her as only his sister’s best friend, Corrine struck out on her own, finding employment and creating the best life she could. Suddenly Adam is paying attention to her – the kind of attention that makes her skin tingle and heat and she’s tempted by a new chance at love.

But who ever heard of a happy ending for a whore?

Presenting the fourth chapter of Lorelie Brown’s Tarnished Angel…

Chapter Four

“You – you – ” Her throat clenched tight and she felt light headed. She snatched a shepherdess in a peach frock from her mantle and chucked it. The figure flew over Adam’s head as he ducked and it shattered against the striped wallpaper. That was much better. “You bastard!”

“What in the name of God is your problem?”

She picked up the shepherdess’ sheep. It couldn’t live all alone above her fireplace. It just wouldn’t be fair to the now-lonely sheep. “You have no idea, do you?” The white sheep bounced in her palm.

“Why you’ll sleep with anyone in town but me? Not the slightest damned idea.”

“Don’t you curse in my presence.” She pulled back the hand with the porcelain figure.

“Don’t you dare throw that. I’ll say whatever the hell I want to; I paid for this damned hour.”

“Ooh! You paid did you?” The sheep made a satisfying crash against the wall but Corrine had miscalculated. Adam rushed her, putting his shoulder into her midsection and tossing her to the bed. She bounced on the cotton stuffed mattress and Adam shackled her wrists over her head with his large, rough hands.

“What is your problem?” he roared into her face. “I’ve never heard of you turning down a client but me you throw gee jaws at?”

Corrine bucked, trying to throw him off but encountered only solid muscle. Her legs slid open under his weight and she wore only a couple layers of silk between them. His big body fitted to hers perfectly. She bit her lip. Never before had she seen him quite this close. There were flecks of green in his eyes.

“You paid money for me,” she accused.

“Yes, because that’s your job! The one you took because you were too impatient to wait for another solution.”

“I had no other solutions.”

“Why won’t you take me?”

“Because you’re the only man in this town I’ve wanted, no currency involved.” She shut her eyes, unwilling to see the pity that would undoubtedly flood his face.

There was a knock at the door and they startled. Adam still didn’t release her wrists, however. Madame’s soothing tones floated through the thick wood door. “Is everything all right in there?”

“Just fine,” Adam ground out.

“Corrine?”

Adam had one eyebrow raised, daring her to say she wasn’t fine. Her arms stretched over her head, her breasts nearly tumbling out of the top of her peignoir, Corrine had never felt so vulnerable in her life. Not even when she had laid down for her first customer. She trembled. No matter how angry she was, Corrine didn’t want him shot and Madame always carried a Colt pistol to check on trouble in the house. “Everything’s under control,” she said with a steady voice. “We got a bit carried away.”

Pressed to her, Corrine could feel Adam’s chest shake with suppressed laughter.

“Good. I’ll leave you two, then.” The click of Madame Adrianna’s shoes echoed down the hallway.

Adam’s laughter faded. “Explain yourself.”

It was difficult to look down one’s nose when one was flat on her back but Corrine managed it. “Every young girl has a crush. You were mine.”

“Were? Past tense?”

“Yes.” If God hadn’t stuck her down for whoring, he wouldn’t for lying, either.

“Are you sure of that?”

“Absolutely.” She couldn’t stop staring at his mouth. He had a slightly fuller bottom lip with a fine shape to both. In fact, his mouth was moving closer, closer. Corrine held her breath, then raised her head a fraction.

That beautiful mouth met hers and Corrine’s eyes fluttered closed. He teased her, touching the corner of her mouth, then the center. Her chin. He let go of her wrists and buried a hand in the hair that fanned out around them. Digging into his broad shoulders, Corrine opened her mouth the next time he kissed her, darting her tongue to his. Adam groaned and gripped her by the hips, pulling her close. The heavy weight of his cock was notched perfectly against the center of her, where she rapidly grew wet. Adam did a slow grind against her and Corrine arched her back.

Some might think it a step up to be one man’s mistress. Catering to one man wasn’t as bad as catering to any with enough cash in pocket. But Adam wasn’t just any one man. He was her friend’s brother. He was the only man who’d ever affected her on a deeper level. If she became his mistress, it would destroy her if he grew bored and sent her away.

It would be so easy to let go, to build another of her stupid dreams around the feelings that spilled through her. She could focus on the flashes of lightening she felt every time he slid against her, the tenderness of his mouth and the desperate way he gripped her. There would be faint bruises on her skin in the morning. She could stare at them in the mirror, wondering how she’d managed to have another dream crushed when she thought she’d grown too old for dreams.

Or she could take action.

Insistently, Corrine pushed at Adam’s shoulder until he rolled onto his back. Draped over his chest, Corrine kissed him and unbuttoned his shirt. She had to straddle him to push it off the far shoulder and she couldn’t resist lowering herself until she came in contact with his thick cock.

“Oh Jesus,” Adam breathed as he stroked up the inside of her splayed thighs.

“Uh-uh,” Corrine said, placing a finger across his lips. “I warned you about cursing.”

A strained smile bloomed on Adam. “Will you throw another statue at me?”

“I have another punishment in mind for you.” She slid off and Adam groaned. Corrine kept lace in her second drawer. She selected two strips of light pink backed with cream silk and returned to the bed. Corrine lifted one of his strong arms over his head and tied it to the bed frame, using a knot he himself had taught her, along with Lissa.

“What are you doing, Corrine?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

“Don’t fear. I believe you’ll like it.” She dangled the other bit of cloth before him. “Besides, it’s just lace.”

Adam’s shoulders and head relaxed against the pillows and he allowed her to tie his other hand. Still he watched her warily as she hiked her skirt to sit crossed-legged beside him. The buttons on his pants came undone as easily as his shirt. Adam lifted his hips to let her pull off the pants.

He stretched out before her in all his glory. There was not a bit of fat on him. She touched the rounded planes of his chest, the firm division of his stomach. Glorious. Finally she traced the thick blue vein on his cock. It twitched.

“Please,” Adam gritted from clenched teeth. He tried not to strain against his bonds. Probably he believed he’d break them and ruin the game.

A drop of moisture beaded on his plum-shaped head. Corrine darted her tongue out and licked it off. It was lightly salty. From his toes to his outstretched arms, his whole body twitched. Corrine scraped her nails lightly over his torso. Adam was velvety skin over an iron core everywhere. She came back to the center of him, wrapping both hands around him. He overflowed her hands and she licked and sucked and nibbled gently, taking care not to neglect the tender sacs, until Adam strained against his ties. She flicked a glance at the lace and silk but it held tight, just as she’d hoped.

She went back to her torture, engulfing him in the wet heat of her mouth, her tongue dancing over the delicate web beneath his head. Intentionally, she drove him wild until he sucked great, heaving breaths and throbbed in her hands.

Then she sat up. Corrine dug her thumbs into the straining muscles where his groin met his thighs and licked her lips.

“Christ, woman, what are you doing to me?”

“Now, now. There’s that cussing again.” A feather light touch along his underside made his hips buck.

“Please! I’ll speak anyway you wish, say anything you want.”

If only that were true. She slid a finger through her own wet heat and offered it to him. He sucked it into his mouth, laving her taste off. “What do you wish? That is the question.”

His hips flexed. The muscles that arrowed down to his center stood out in stark relief, as did the cords in his neck. “You. I want in you.”

“That you can have.” Pulling up her skirt, Corrine straddled him. With one hand, she positioned his thick head at her entrance. They moaned in unison as she slid down. Bracing her hands on his taught abdomen, she took a moment to adjust to the stretching, thrusting invasion inside her. She rotated her hips and grazed against his pelvic bone. Sparks radiated down to her toes. Her interior muscles clenched on him and he thrust helplessly up, rocking deep in her. Throwing her head back, Corrine moved. The ends of her hair brushed his legs and she lifted and lowered in slow, long glides.

Her breath came faster and faster. A light sheen of sweat broke out over her skin. The lace of her night dress abraded her nipples as she clutched and released, clutched and released. She moved frantically and Adam pistoned beneath her. He brought his knees up and Corrine leaned forward, digging her nails into his stomach as she came alone. The deepest pleasure she’d ever known radiated out to her limbs in shivery cresting waves.

She slumped across his chest, her hair fanning out around them as their dampened skin came together. Corrine’s eyes drifted shut as she floated back to herself.

Adam still moved beneath her in mellow arcs. “Release me,” he ordered.

All good things must come to an end. Corrine glided off him, setting her bare feet to the cool floor. Her knees were a bit wobbly as she stood. “No,” she said calmly, pulling her robe tightly around herself.

“I want to touch you.” Adam’s voice was rough with lust.

Making a show of it, Corrine picked up her watch from her dresser. “I do believe our time is up.” She moved to the door.

“What?” Adam roared.

“I’ll send Suzette or Gertie to release you.” She couldn’t look back. If she did, if she saw him tied to her bed, rolling with lust and fury, her resolve might crumble. “Of course, I’m sure you could pay either of them to complete you.” She shut the door with a resounding thud.

Stay tuned next week for Chapter Five…

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Lorelie Brown is a goddess walking among us. She works for the US Government and is married to a paratrooper who’s very stingy with his X chromosomes. As a result, they’re trying to turn three hellions into well behaved little boys. She can order a beer in five languages and is one of those annoying people who always win at Trivial Pursuit.

Occasionally she even remembers to move the laundry from the washer to the dryer.

This an original story given generously to us by Lorelie Brown. DO NOT post any part of this story on your site without attribution to Lorelie or a holla-back at her site. That’s not cool. Always give credit where credit is due, yo.

Note: Hey, other writer-types, do you want to contribute to The Serial? If so, email me and I’ll hook you up, yo.

Till, then… Love, peace, and snarkage, my babies. Peace!

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