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that Angelica had been so fiercely anticipating. For Mary came to her chambers to summon her.
     “Prepare yourself,” said a sombre Mary. “Lord Sutherland wants you in an hour. You know where.”
    And just as quickly as she came, Mary was gone again. Angelica couldn’t help but smile to note that once more, Mary was unable to unable to look her in the face.
    Poor, shy Mary! She must have seen so much, heard so much, working here. And yet, she was so prudish!
    Angelica resolved to be gentle with her, to shield her as far as possible from the goings on with Lord Sutherland, and particularly the growing desire within her own young bosom.
    But there was little time to ruminate on this further. She had only an hour to dress for her Lord, and this time, she was determined to present herself in a manner pleasing to his eye.
     

     
    Exactly an hour later, Angelica found herself standing outside the door to his room, dressed once more in her silk bloomers and cotton petticoat. She knocked timidly on the heavy wood door and waited, her breath shivering past her lips, her whole body atremble.
    “Enter,” came the cold, booming voice from inside the room.
    Angelica turned the cold brass handle to the door then stepped inside, once more finding Lord Sutherland sitting like a king upon that purple throne-like chair, his legs spread wide apart, his black leather boots gleaming, his eyes burning and bright as he took her in from head to toe.
    “So, Angelica,” he began in such a cold, measured tone it gave her chills all over, “how are you settling in to your new life so far?”
    Angelica was taken aback by her Lordship’s thoughtful question. There seemed to be genuine concern in his voice. Perhaps they were to have some kind of relationship after all?
    And as she thought back on her last few days: relaxing in bed, eating fine foods, and of course exploring her own body, a contented smile flashed across her pretty face.
    “Very well, My Lordship,” she replied honestly, realising with a jolt of surprise that she hadn’t missed home the way she thought she might, her thoughts hardly ever straying back to that crooked little tumbledown house, or her poor old mother and father.
    “And what exactly have you been doing to amuse yourself?” Lord Sutherland persisted. “After all, you’ve had plenty of time on your hands, wouldn’t you say?”
    At this, Angelica felt a hot blush rise to her cheeks despite herself, as she thought back to her main activity: all those hours spent with her fingers between her legs, causing that same intense, shivery pleasure that she’d grown to crave ever since Lord Sutherland had touched her there ...
    “Nothing much, My Lordship,” Angelica said, trying to will the hotness from her cheeks, but instead feeling the burning sensation increase, her whole face breaking out in a tell-tale bright crimson colour.
    “Oh, is that so?” Lord Sutherland replied sternly, piercing her with his gaze. “Now tell me something truthfully, girl. Have you been touching yourself , the way I touched you? Have you been playing with your little cunny until it splashed? Answer me .”
    And by the way he said these final words, Angelica knew that there was simply no use in lying to him. It was as if he could see directly into her soul anyway, and anyway, her blushing cheeks no doubt gave her away. So what was the use in deceiving him?
    “Aye, My Lordship,” she said quietly, ashamed. “Aye, I have.”
    “Good. I’m glad you have decided to be honest with me,” he replied with a cruel smile. “But perhaps it slipped my mind to warn you during our last encounter, Angelica. You see, you are never ever to touch yourself there without my permission, do you understand. Is that clear?”
    Angelica nodded again, quickly, her slender body now trembling in fear of this imposing man, sitting there before her.
    “And how many times exactly would you say that you have touched yourself, Angelica? If you were to hazard