He wanted to grab her right then, right there, and ram himself into her; a thousand fantasies played in his mind as she stopped at the wall and waited for his next command.
Oh? It was going to be like that, was it? A tiny act of defiance that he would squash right now.
"Turn and come back to me," he ordered, and she swiveled around and started pacing toward him.
Her breasts bobbled just a little, her nipples begging that he look at them, marvel at them, lust for them.
He'd never been so hard in his life. He couldn't contain the iron-bar jut of his manhood. He didn't want to. He wanted to do exactly what she desired: throw her on the bed and embed himself in her to the hilt and beyond. He wanted to feel the bones of those hips grinding against him, and the hard-soft play of her breasts and nipples against his naked chest.
He wanted… all those things and more, more, more…
He itched to slide his fingers between her legs and make her moan with pleasure. She was that close to him, and that far, and not nearly ready for such an assault on her senses.
Her lips were moist from her having tongued them over and over in her nervousness. He wanted to suck them, he wanted her to tongue him all over his body and then root for his manhood and suck him dry.
Instead, she was standing before him, naked, abashed, trembling, virginal, her bosom quivering, her nipples more tempting than fate.
He could not allow himself to feel sympathy for her. She wanted to "get it over with," that was all. She wanted to save her immortal soul for Lenoir. He could see it in her eyes. And that made it easy for him to make the command.
"Get on the bed."
Oh, God, yes, yes… She closed her eyes and heaved a sigh of relief. The moment of reckoning was here.
But how did a virgin seduce a libertine, she wondered suddenly, panicked, if she couldn't stand him looking at her naked body with those knowing, ravenous eyes, and the threat of that hard, flexing rod of his sex. There was no way she could escape him, no way she could renege on that contract she had willingly signed.
But she hadn't thought it was going to be like this with him. That he would be so hard, inflexible, cold-blooded.
Just let him stick it into me and have done… after that, the rest will be easy…
She moved toward the bed, aware with every step of his assessing gaze.
She heard him pull in a hot breath as she climbed onto the bed, and sat on her knees with the curve of her buttocks tucked behind her ankles.
He couldn't believe his response to that one commonplace movement and the tempting picture she made. All he had to do was lift her, straddle her and poke his throbbing ramrod into that hot,tight pleasure hole.
But it was too soon for that. She was obedient now because she wanted him out of her room, and because she thought her nakedness would make him instantly come to heel.
Like that upstart, Lenoir.
He would have bet she had the bastard twirled around her little finger. She was probably very used to batting her lashes and putting men off or making them come to heel.
But he was no lapdog.
And that was just one hard lesson the fawn had to learn among many. He was a patient man, in spite of the fact that he ached for the full-bore possession of her sex. Oh, yes, he wanted her; the gnawing was intense, almost unbearable.
Which made it all the better. Because soon, soon, he would teach her how to want him, too.
"On your back, my fawn. Good. Nowhold your breasts up to me, and spread your legs."
She moaned; her body writhed in protest and the movement sent a jolt of pure boiling lust to his throbbing penis.
"Do it, Drue. I want to see everything between your legs."
She turned on her side. "I won't."
Damn the bastard He had to touch her, much sooner than he had planned, but he had to crush that refusalnow.
She felt his hot, huge hand on her hip, rolling her ruthlessly onto her back.
"The master always gets what he wants," he growled. "Spread your legs, or I will spread them for you."
"I won't…" It was enough, it was, and he wasn't even undressed, and she didn't know what he wanted or what he planned to do, but she couldn't yield to him in that, not that way, by putting herself in the most vulnerable position for a woman.
But it became clear that her desires held no sway. He ripped off his shirt, and tore off the sleeves with all the anger, lust, and crippling desire to cram himself into her channeled into containing her on the bed.
She couldn't escape him; he was stronger, tougher, relentless in his passion to have her nakedness exposed to the greed of his lust. She couldn't kick him hard enough, scramble fast enough, or roll far enough to elude his hot huge hands.
Mercilessly he wound each sleeve around a bare ankle and tied it to the posts of the bed.
"Bastard!" she spat. "Take me now."
"Oh, no, my naked fawn. No. I won't take you now. That would be too easy." He moved away from the bed to pull a small upholstered chair from the window over to where he could sit and see her perfectly, and he settled himself there.
"I cannot believe you're doing this."
"What am I doing, little fawn? I'm feasting my eyes on my wife's enticing nakedness."
She fell back against the mattress, feeling so exposed, so bare, she thought she would die.
But her body wouldn't let her die. Her body moved incessantly against the bonds that held her legs spread wide, as if the movement itself could loosen the knot instead of escalating the tension and anger she felt.
She arched her back against the restraints. "Damn you, damn you, damn you" No one had ever treated her like this.Gerard wouldn't…
His whole body seized up with every undulating movement of her rounded hips. He saw himself between her legs, riding that hot, bucking thrusting body so deep, so hard, that he exploded and drowned in her juices and begged for more.
He couldn't get enough of watching her innocent body finding an erotic rhythm of its own that he matched in his imagination.
This was his domain and he was the master. He had only to drop his trousers and present himself to her and her writhing, grinding body would take him to sweet, hot oblivion.
But denying himself his release only made the pleasure of anticipation that much more intense.
Slowly he rose from the chair and went to the bed.
"I hate you."
"Well, this is your first lesson, little fawn, I hate when you refuse me what I want."
"Take what you want," she whispered, "and then just go away."
"No, my wife. You don't yet understand. You are to willingly give me what I want whenever I ask, whatever it is. Sonext time I want you to spread your legs for me, you will lie down on that bed and make sure your legs are as wide apart as an ocean. Is that clear?"
"I willnever…"
He clamped his hand over her mouth. "I see. You still need to be taught who is beholden to whom. You'll note that I kindly didn't make a fuss over the fact that you didn't hold your breasts up for my inspection. Well, one must be patient with a sharp-toothed fawn. We have many days, Drue, many lessons to be learned. I didn't think I would have to work you so hard after paying out so much money for you. I thought your overwhelming gratitude would compel your utmost desire to please me. I will tell you, Drue: it will come. You will surrender everything to me. And when you do, you will beg for everything I can give you."
"Never!" she spat, pulling at her bonds."Never, never, never."
He looked down at her pitilessly. "Evie will untie you in an hour or so. I want you to get used to the feeling of your legs spread wide for me."
"I hate you."
"It doesn't matter, little fawn. All that matters is that you never hide your naked body from me."
He got out of the room not a moment too soon; his sex overpowered him, erupting in spume of frenzied lust for her so intense, he doubled over with it.
Soon, he thought, soon. The fawn was nibbling. Very, ver
y soon, sooner than she thought, she would be ready to feed that dark desire that would drown and consume them both.
chapter 4
She lay limply on the bed, her legs aching from her struggle with the ties. She was in such turmoil, she could barely move. Didn't want to move. Wanted to just sink through the soft mattress into oblivion.
Court treating her like this!
What could he want from her, if not what every man wanted?
She moved fretfully against the restraints. It was hellish, this… thisgame of exposing her and humiliating her.
And yetyet… the look in his eyes when he finally got her naked… he wanted her; there had been burning, naked desire in his eyes. Even she, innocent as she was, could see that.
And that her nudity had aroused his sleeping giant to the point of explosiveness. It was huge, thick, and hard as iron, andit wanted to possess her, even if he did not.
She levered up on her elbows to look at herself, to try to see whathe saw. A thick, wiry bush of dark hair between her legs, and whatever else was visible beyond that. Her smooth thighs. Her long legs. Her flat belly. Her high, rounded breasts with their ever-erect nipples.
Tentatively, she laid the fingers of her right hand on her bushy mound. The hair between her legs was like a wild woman's; sometimes she felt the wiry strands between her thighs as she walked.
And always she felt her taut nipples pressing tightly against whatever she wore, making her very aware of her body.
She lay back on the bed and cupped her breasts, thumbing one nipple. Her body twinged, impacted by her sprawled legs, her nudity, her touch.
His cruelty.
If she gave in to him, her life, her sex, would never be her own. And she would mourn Gerard forever.
Her only recourse was to seduce him and fight him. Forever. Or to the end. Whichever came first.
Evie came after a while, with a tray. "Master say you eat."
"I can't sit up."
"Master say make restraints prettier." She held up two strips of black satin. "Come. I untie your one leg, and you eat something."
She felt a moment of panic. Court meant it. The bastard meant it, and he was willing to go to these lengths to make her willing to spread her legs.
She could barely eat; she had no idea what it was Evie had on the tray. She watched as the servant untied her one leg, and then, as she nibbled, deftly surrounded her other ankle with the soft, slick satin bonds before she untied the ragged shirtsleeve.
"When you finish, mistress."
But Evie wasn't done. She picked up the shredded bedspread and stripped the bed of its sheets and pillowcases, and pulled down the curtains, while Drue choked down what she could of the food.
Dear God, the curtains, too
"Mistress cannot refuse the master," Evie said gently, removing the tray at Drue's signal. "Come. I tie your leg and you wait for the master to come."
"I have no choice, do I?" Drue muttered.
"Mistress is beautiful. Master will come to love her," Evie murmured, as she efficiently packed up the bedding and trundled all of it and the tray out of the room.
The door closed.
The ominous door.
Her nipples tightened in anticipation of what was to come. Fear compelled her, closing her throat, making her tremble.
She grasped the edges of the mattress and held on. There was no point to fighting the restraints, to fighting him.
He would do what he wanted, and every slave in the place, including her, would submit to his will.
She waited, feeling every inch of her bare skin against the mattress ticking.
And she waited, her splayed legs accustomed now to the breadth of the extension he had forced on them.
And she waited, trying not to think of Gerard, and the betrayal of his love that this submission to Court's will represented.
There was something about the waiting; there was a cruelty in it and a wisdom. He had wanted her to get used to the feeling of spreading her legs for him, and as she lay there, she became acutely aware of the seductive cleft between her legs that had so entranced him.
And she could feel her nipples, so erect and pointed, becoming tighter and harder.
She felt herself stretching her legs wider apart still, as if her body were arching toward another lover.
"I wish you would take me," she whispered in anguish, and Court's voice answered, "Oh, no, little fawn. I will not take you now. You still have hard lessons to learn and memories Iwill destroy."
Her body jolted, and she heaved up onto her elbows. He stood by the little upholstered chair, dressed in trousers and nothing else, watching her writhe and yearn for another man.
And he was so prime; his shoulders were wide, his bare chest deep and covered with rough springy hair all the way down to the waistband of his trousers.
And below that, his engorged manhood poked out as hard and thick as a tree trunk.
She licked her lips nervously as he sank into the little chair. "What are you doing?"
"I'm admiring the many naked charms of mywife," he said, his voice deceptively calm. "I hope the satin bands are more comfortable. There's something about black against a woman's naked skin… it's very arousing."
"Are you aroused, Court?"
"Unbelievably."
"Haven't you seen enough?" Daring of her, she thought, licking her lips. But he was like a predator playing with her, a wolf she could never tame. And didn't want to. So why she was taunting him, she had no ideaor did she?
"Not nearly, little fawn. Your naked body fascinates me. I want to luxuriate in it, I want to know every nuance of it…"
"And when will I seeyour naked body?" she asked, her voice deliberately coy. It didn't work.
"When I'm ready to show it to you."
"You're ready now, Court. Even I can see that."
"But how hard I am has nothing to do with preparing you for the momentyou will be ready, my fawn. For now, just looking at you satisfies my lust for you."
"I don't believe that." She couldn't believe that, not with him sitting there and his sex jutting up to the ceiling through his clothing like a flagpole.
"It doesn't matter. I am the one who will decide when you are ready. My desire to rut in you can only be enhanced by the lessons I teach you."
"What are you going to do?" she whispered.
He got up from the chair and came to the bed and she could see the hard-boned length of him poking upward beneath the thin material of his trousers.
"I'm going to tie your wrists to the posts, my fawn, so that just as you are learning the lesson of spreading your legs for me, you will also learn that when I tell you to hold your breasts for me, youwill remember to do it."
"You didn't tell methis time."
"These are just today's lessons, little fawn." He grasped her one hand, tied it to the post with black satin, and then the other, and then stepped back to look at her.
"That's better. With your arms over your shoulders, your breasts are lifted toward me, begging for attention. But not tonight, little fawn. I just want to look at those incredible nipples, and maybe next time you will offer them to me of your own volition."
"I will never offer youanything," she spat, pulling her arms against the restraints. "You're crazy." But he wasn't crazy; he was herhusband, for God's sake, her master, and his sole drive was to completely dominate her before he spent himself in her.
He stood right beside her head and she saw that his erection was even harder and more elongated than it had been before.
"Tomorrow, my naked wife, tomorrow we will test you to see what lessons you've learned."
"I know what you want," she whispered.
"You couldn't possibly, little fawn. Not yet."
"Take me."
"No!" he growled.
"You want what's between my legs."
"Oh, little fawn, youdo have so much to learn. Here is a lesson: I want what I want to be mine. And tomorrow, I will see about making sure everyo
ne knows you're mine."
"If you take me"
"You still won't be mine, my naked wife who still craves another man's sex. So you seeI have many things still to teach you. And what my body wants, what my penis wantsthat doesn't matter. All that matters is subjugating you."
She felt a tremor go through her body. Her nipples hardened. She felt a spurt of wetness between her legs as she understood. This was all about Gerard. Dear darling Gerard who never would have used her so cruelly.
He really knew about Gerard. She felt her bones go weak. How long had he known? It didn't matter; nothing mattered. All that mattered was that she couldn't afford one lovely thought about Gerard from now on, not one, or Court would know it.
"Court"
"Your nipples fascinate me, Drue. And you see how lifting your breasts makes them all the more enticing to a man. I've never seen such pointed nipples on a woman. They beg to be fondled and sucked."
"Do it," she breathed, watching the effect those two words had on his flexing erection. It spurted harder, longer.
He controlled himself with an effort. "But that's not what you want, my naked fawn. Notwho you want. Not yet."
The threat… it was a threatit was why he had chosen to treat her this way. Why why why…
Damn him, damn him, damn him She pulled, she raged, she writhed, she moaned…
He moved away because he felt his iron control slipping. He didn't need to touch her. He didn't need to fuck her. He just needed to get out of that room before she understood the power thatshe wielded.
"Not yet." His voice echoed as he eased out into the hallway, closing the door behind him as an exclamation point to his surrender. "Not yet," he groaned, gasping himself as he gave in to his explosive need and shot his boiling lust down his rock-hard leg.
Not yet… as he sank, spent, to the floor.
Sometime during the night, a servant untied her; she wasn't aware of the moment, just of the freedom from constriction, and the ability finally to turn and roll onto her stomach.
Finally. Even though it felt as if the satin bonds were still wound around her wrists. In her dreams, Gerard didn't notice them. In her dreams, he held her, coddled her, protected her…
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