His lips climbed the mount of her glorious breasts. He shifted her left wrist against her right and held both in one hand, freeing his other to pull back the edge of the fabric of her bra. Fully into the play, she struggled beneath him. Her bared breast shared the secret of her real feelings, however, the nipple standing tall and proud, inviting him to touch it.
He covered it with his mouth, stroked it with his tongue. She was such a delicious, sinfully sexy woman. She began to struggle harder, protesting louder.
"No. Don't."
"But I am your master," he asserted, in a commanding voice. "You must bend to my will."
He freed her other nipple and sucked it deep into his mouth. She moaned, a sound of pure pleasure, in total contradiction to her mock protests.
He needed both hands free, so he decided to bind her. That way she could still struggle. Not wanting to go in search of cuffs, he sat on her hips, pinning her firmly between his legs, and twisted around to grasp the bottom of her skirt and tear off a strip. She gasped.
He tried to grab her wrists but she kept pulling them away.
"No. Let me go."
Finally, he captured them firmly and wrapped them tightly in the silk fabric, then tied the other end to the leg of the heavy marble table beside the couch. She was magnificent as she struggled against the bond, her cheeks flushed, her silky chestnut hair wild like a temptress.
"Please stop."
He would have believed her plaintive cries if her nipples weren't so hard and pebbled and if she didn't have a look of yearning in her eyes. Still, the sounds disturbed him. He didn't want to ruin the mood by asking her to stop so, remaining in character, he tore another strip from her skirt and tied it around her mouth, securing it with a tight knot.
She shook her head wildly back and forth while he reached around behind her and unfastened her bra. In seconds, her breasts sprang free, the lovely mounds bouncing with her movements. He grasped one with both hands, and laved it with his tongue, starting around the edge of the aureole, then spiraling in to the center, until he captured the hard peak of her nipple. He lapped with his tongue, and then sucked hard. She gasped, the fabric of the gag curving into her mouth. He smiled at her, caressed her other breast, then sucked on that quivering nipple.
She arched her hips as though trying to buck him off, surprising him with her strength. He moved down her thighs, pinning them tightly between his knees, and then removed the beaded belt around her hips. He tugged away what was left of the skirt. He'd hated to ruin the enchanting garment, but it was worth it.
Now, she lay before him wearing only the skimpy lavender panties. He admired her body, his gaze gliding from her hips, over her navel, up her stomach to her breath-taking breasts, then came to rest on her face.
Then her cheek. And the single tear streaming down it.
He froze.
"Angelica, you are an excellent actress. You could almost make me believe ..."
She shook her head wildly and his chest tightened. Had he made a mistake?
He unfastened the gag and removed it.
"Why are you doing this to me? It's not fair. I didn't do anything wrong!" She sobbed and tears streamed freely from her eyes.
His chest constricted. What had he done?
"Angelica. I didn't mean to ..." As he spoke, he reached out to stroke her cheek but she dodged her head back, cringing.
"You're afraid of me?"
"What do you expect? You're attacking me!"
"But this is just a game."
Anger filled her eyes.
"Maybe to you. You have all the power."
He untied her wrists, but annoyance flooded through him. Her body had reacted to him. He knew she'd been enjoying his kisses. His caresses.
"You have wanted me right from the beginning," he retorted.
"Why you arrogant—"
"Then you began the role-playing."
"That's what you thought? Why would you?"
"I read the books in your purse," he responded.
Her jaw dropped open.
"You went through my purse? How dare you?"
He glared at her.
"Silence!"
At his commanding tone, her mouth clamped shut and her eyes widened.
"You were aroused by everything I was just doing."
"I was n—"
"Silence!"
He glared at her until her erratic breathing calmed and he was fairly certain she wouldn't interrupt him again.
"I will not force you to have sex with me, I don't need to force a woman, but you have wronged my family and me and you will have to pay that debt somehow." Angelica stared at the devil-man, her insides twisting. He stood up and stormed toward the doorway, leaving her mostly naked body sprawled on the couch.
The adrenaline pumping through her like rocket fuel at Kadin's aggression had subsided when he'd backed off, but now it flooded her system again as a new fear rocked her.
Would he imprison her after all? Is that what Kadin had in mind for her?
* * *
Kadin stormed into his room, and threw himself into a large, upholstered chair, and stared out the window at the night sky, seething. As the stars glittered in the blackness, his anger subsided and guilt pushed through him.
He had frightened the poor, young woman when he had only meant to please her. He pushed himself to his feet and paced, his hands clasped behind his back. What kind of fool was he? He knew nothing of these sorts of games.
The memory of Angelica arching beneath him, her hips pressing up against his groin, set his cock throbbing. It had been very stimulating. Certainly learning would be well worth the effort, but his first attempt had failed miserably.
He had frightened her. His jaw clenched. That thought brought out a fierce protectiveness he had never experienced before. His hands clenched into fists. Damn it. He wanted to protect her from himself!
What kind of fool had he been to get involved with the woman who had been involved in Dhiya being taken from him?
He approached the open window, and then leaned against the ledge, breathing in the sultry night air, the fragrance of exotic blossoms from the garden below caressing his senses.
Did he really still believe Angelica could be involved in a plot to kidnap his beloved Dhiya? His heart told him 'no,' but was that just because of the profound attraction he felt for Angelica? Was he just convincing himself that the sweetness he saw in her was real, rather than a clever façade executed by an expert actress.
He crossed his arms and stared at the full moon.
Luckily, he didn't have to make that decision now. The team of security people he'd sent in search of Dhiya would find her and bring her back, then the truth would be revealed. For now, he would keep a close eye on Angelica.
He pushed himself to his feet and strode toward the door. In fact, he would not let her out of his sight.
Chapter Seven
Once Kadin left, the same woman who had brought Angelica to Kadin's quarters led her back to her own. The woman, who introduced herself as Naja, helped Angelica strip off the costume, frowning the whole time at the torn skirt, and then took the outfit away with her, clearly believing Angelica couldn't be trusted with it.
Angelica slipped on the gown the woman left for her, then climbed under the silk covers of the large, four poster bed, and tried not to think about her ordeal with Kadin, nor her worries about what would happen to her. Once the adrenaline subsided, she fell into a light sleep.
She tossed and turned and somewhere in the wee hours a calming presence settled her nerves and she relaxed.
* * *
A smiling Kadin caressed her body with tender strokes. She touched his cheek, stared into his midnight eyes, and yearned for something she'd never experienced before. Love and the gentle touch of a man. Her hand glided down his tightly-muscled chest, over his belly, to his large erection. Then she did something she'd only read about before. She wrapped her hand around a man's penis. It throbbed in her grip. Longi
ng jolted through her.
He eased her onto her back.
"Let me make love to you, my darling," he murmured.
"Yes, Kadin. Make love to me."
He climbed over her and his hard shaft nudged between her legs.
"Oh, yes."
His cock pushed between her folds—just a little—then stopped.
She slid her hands around his hips and tried to pull him forward, but still he held back.
"Oh, please," she cried
"Angelica?"
She wanted him so badly.
"Kadin, please."
* * *
"Angelica?"
Her eyes opened. It had only been a dream.
Yet, staring down at her was Kadin, his face bathed in moonlight. He lay stretched out beside her, his hard, muscular body pressed close to hers.
She could deny it no longer. No matter the consequences, she wanted him.
Reaching out her hand, she stroked his cheek.
"Touch me."
He gazed down at her, hesitant.
"No games," she assured. "I want you to touch me, to ..."
She knew what she wanted, but she couldn't find the words.
She didn't have to. He leaned toward her and brushed her lips lightly with his own. The sensual bliss of his touch shimmered through her. She flung her arms around his neck and pulled him toward her. Her tongue flicked between his lips and danced along his tongue, first curling under it, and then stroking over the top.
He groaned and dragged her tight to his body, crushing her breasts against his tautly-muscled chest. Soft to hard. Her nipples rigid pebbles, driving into him. He stroked her hair from her face, and then kissed her neck, wrenching a sharp moan from her at the exquisite pleasure.
He stroked around her ribcage and stopped an inch from her breast. He captured her gaze.
"You're sure?"
She nodded. "Absolutely."
She ran her fingers along his thick, muscled shoulders, then over his broad chest. When she toyed with his nipple, a tight, hard bead, he groaned. She licked it, then sucked it into her mouth, loving the guttural grunts of pleasure he made.
"Woman, you are driving me over the edge."
He flipped her onto her back and climbed over her, while grasping both wrists. He held them over her head and stared down at her.
"No mistakes this time. Tell me what you want."
He sat on her hips, his groin pressed against hers, his black briefs and the thin cotton of her gown the only barrier between their naked flesh. She shifted slightly and he leaned forward, pressing his long, hard erection, against her. She felt lightheaded at the thought of the pleasure that lay ahead.
"I want you to make love to me."
He smiled. "Really?"
"Yes." She arched her chest, thrusting her breasts toward him. "I want you to kiss and caress my breasts. To draw them into your mouth and suck on my nipples."
She couldn't believe how much saying these things turned her on. She arched her hips up, grinding their groins together, making him groan.
"I want you to show me that huge ... uh ..."
"Erection?" he offered helpfully. "Penis?" He pressed tight against her and his voice lowered. "Cock?"
"Show me that huge cock of yours." Her voice, like his, had lowered to a throaty, sexy purr. "Rip off my clothes and drive that rock-hard cock into me."
He grabbed the neckline of her gown and tore it straight down and flung the scraps of fabric aside, then he swallowed her breast into his mouth, drawing hard.
She gasped, feeling faint from the intense pleasure. He sucked on the other nipple and she felt dripping pleasure oozing between her legs. His fingers nudged her thighs apart, then slid into her.
"Oh, my." She bit off her words as he stroked along her slit and found her clitoris.
Potent pleasure rocked through her, rending her speechless as tiny gasps quivered through her. He teased the tiny bundle of flesh and a warm wash of pleasure flooded through her.
"Oh, yes ... Oh, God ..." Then she wailed.
As her world tilted, then shook in spasms, she floated back to reality and tried to catch her breath then, when she felt his rock-hard member nudge against her delicate, private flesh, she felt a jolt of anxiety.
"Wait."
"You don't want this?" His eyebrows arched and she wondered if he would stop now if she asked.
"It's not that." She did not want to admit to him she was a virgin. It might scare him off.
He smiled. "You said to drive my rock-hard cock into you."
"Yes. I did say that. I just ... well, I haven't even had a chance to see it yet."
His smile broadened. "Of course."
He rolled onto his back. His huge erection pushed out the top of his black briefs, which he quickly stripped off. Now his cock stood straight up, almost unnerving in its length and diameter.
She had to feel it in her hands. She touched the tip with her finger, then dragged it down his length. Her fingers curled around the base, her fingertips unable to meet. Her hand only covered a third of its length. She had never seen a penis close up before, but she got the definite impression this was bigger than most. But, then again, everything about this man was larger than life.
She slid her hand up and down, then leaned forward and licked the tip of him.
He groaned, encouraging her. She opened her mouth and eased it over the head, wrapping her lips around the ridge beneath, then swirled her tongue around and around the tip. He slid his fingers through her hair and his palm caressed her face. Her other hand found the heavy, furred balls between his legs and she held them delicately in her hand.
"Oh, sweetheart. Yes."
She moved her mouth up and down, lapping at his shaft with her tongue, then she squeezed him within her mouth. He guided her head up and down, for a few seconds, then she followed the rhythm he'd set. She squeezed him hard and increased speed. She felt his body tense and she sucked deeply, then stroked him behind his balls, along the perineum. He gasped, and then suddenly her mouth flooded with hot liquid.
Stunned, she realized she'd made him come. She swallowed the salty liquid, feeling somewhat pleased with herself. She might not be experienced, but she seemed to have some natural talent.
She released him, laying his flaccid penis reverently on his stomach. He tugged her toward him and cuddled her to his chest.
"Are you trying to avoid the inevitable, love? If you think you've drained me of passion, you are mistaken."
He took her hand and pressed it to his cock, which was already inflating to life. He rolled her onto her back and kissed her passionately, then lapped at her nipple. He alternated, licking one nipple and caressing the other with his hand, then switching. Within moments, his cock stood at full attention, looking menacingly able to give her pleasure.
She longed to feel it inside her dripping pussy, yet a very virginal fear gripped her. What if it hurt? It was so big, it would definitely hurt. What if it was too big? What if, after all this, he couldn't even get it inside her?
He pressed the tip to her wet pussy.
She shifted.
"I ... uh ..."
"My love, you can't tell me you're not ready." His finger stroked along her sopping wet pussy. He grinned as he held his glistening finger in front of her. "I have evidence here that proves you are more than ready."
"It's just that ..." She couldn't tell him she was a virgin. She stared at his enormous, intimidating cock. "Your ... uh ..."
"Cock?"
"Yes. Cock. It's so big. I'm just a bit ... nervous."
"So you don't want me to drive my enormous cock into you?"
"Didn't I say rock-hard cock?"
"Perhaps you did." He grinned. "But I think you meant enormous cock."
"Well, it is pretty enormous," she agreed.
He leaned forward to kiss her tenderly, then murmur against her ear, "Don't worry, my love. I would never hurt a woman in love play." He kissed her cheek. "I would never hurt y
ou."
As he said that, he eased forward, his cock pushing into her folds. The wide head stretched her delicate flesh, but she wanted it inside her. Desperately.
"You're so tight."
"Oh, go deeper," she moaned against his ear.
"Maybe I shouldn't ..."
She nipped his ear, and then blew in it and he jerked forward.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned, partly in pain, partly in pleasure. Better to get it done with. "Now," she insisted, as he drew partly out. "Drive it in hard and deep. Oh, Kadin, do it. Fuck me fast and hard."
The word shocked her through and through, but it thrilled her, too. And she knew that's what she needed to do to prod Kadin on.
The shock value worked. He lunged forward and pain shattered through her. She whimpered as she clutched him close to her body, holding him tight, waiting for the pain to subside.
"Angelica, are you ... were you ... a virgin?"
She stared at him with wide eyes, unable to hide the truth. His expression turned stormy.
Oh, God. Please don't let him stop now.
She eased her hips away a little and arched forward again, driving him deep inside her.
"Kadin, just f—"
He captured her mouth with his, stopping her words.
"No! Don't say it again." He glared at her. "I will make love to you. With respect and honor."
He eased back, then glided forward. His cock stroked the length of her vagina. His groin ground against her clitoris. He drew back and glided forward again. Her insides melted around him. As his gentle strokes increased to deep thrusts, she began to moan. As they evolved to fast, plunging thrusts, she wailed continuously.
Her whole body blossomed into an aching, pulsing, nerve ending, stimulated beyond the point of pleasure to a new level of sensation. As if heaven and earth had collided, the tumultuous sensations spiraled her to ecstasy. Heat blazed through every cell in her body as her consciousness expanded beyond time and space. She clung to Kadin, knowing he would guide her through this erotic, pleasurable death of innocence.
The intense orgasm washed through her, pounding every sense to mush, then twirling them back to life. She gasped and collapsed, still clinging to this incredible man.
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