Felicity found an odd, detatched relief in the back of her mind as the Baron worked upon her, pawing her breasts and pumping in her; there was no inordinate humiliation, no unnecessary pain, except where her back and rump throbbed painfully at the friction with the mattress as he moved her body with his thrusts.<br/><br/>It was a fucking, pure and simple, and two days before she would never have expected to be glad of such a thing - moreso, once he finished, and the serving maid left in silence.<br/><br/>Slowly, hesitant to anger him, but hoping the glow and warmth of climax had made the man amiable, she reached up to catch that wayward lock between her fingertips and tuck it behind his ear. "I have never had the pleasure of so fine a bed as yours, my lord," she answered honestly.