by Rosie Zweet
Her flowery perfume tickled his sense. It smelt so sweet but dangerous just like her.
He climbed the bed, facing his bride back and looking at her hair in confusion.
“What I suppose to do?”
“They teach you how, aren’t they?” she said softly with a hint of impatience.
Yes, they did, but he wasn’t listening, his mind was preoccupied with Arra and his sad fate.
In the end, he just tugged her hair, trying to understand how it worked.
“Ouch, gentle please,” she moaned. Hell! His cock was hardened at her plead. He imagined another scenario she would say it.
“Sorry,” he mumbled as he worked harder to untangle her hair. I won’t bed her, he said to himself over and over again like a mantra.
After a lot of tugging and pulling, finally, her hair came unbound. It was long pas her hips. As if in a trance, he stroked her hair. It was so soft in his hand.
Suddenly, she stood, and he had to let go her hair. His eyes widened when she took off her red robe and revealed the sheer chemise underneath.
“I won’t bed you,” he whispered, but his eyes unable to leave the curves of her body.
“I know,” she said. “But I’m not planning to tell the world of the fact,” she added.
Swiftly, she climbed the bed and tried to tug his sash lose.
He stilled her hand, “What are you doing?”
She smiled, flashing her dimples. “Don’t be afraid. I won’t bite. I’m just trying to help,” she said mischievously.
“Don’t play with me,” he warned.
But she wasn’t afraid, she leaned closer instead and licked his lips, teasing him, making his body shook with need.
With a loud growl, he rolled her on her back, and kissed her full lips, licking, nibbling and bruising her while his hands wandered, mapping her body. He couldn’t care less about the servants outside, let them hear him. He didn’t really care.
She brought her arms around his neck and rolled him. She was hovering over him. He could feel her hot breath close to his face.
Hell! He felt a jolt of please as he felt her small hand stroked his cock.
“You like it, don’t you?” she whispered near his ear, while kept stroking him with one hand ever so slowly.
His hips bucked. “Faster,” he growled.
Instead of going faster, she stopped her hand and chuckled softly. “You won’t bed me, remember?” she said mockingly.
“Damn you,” he growled and tried to move his hand, but to no avail.
He glanced up and saw a red ribbon on his wrists. The little kitten had tied him to the headboard.
“Untie me!” he growled. It was her plan all along. Damn, the little tease!
“Huh? I think you should ask nicely,” she said while her hand back to stroke his traitorous manhood.
His hips bucked involuntarily.
“Do you want me to help you?” she asked sweetly.
He only could close his eyes, praying for strength.
He felt her small hard wandering his body, tugging lose his robe and trousers.
“Arrgh…” he groaned as he felt her small hand circling his naked cock.
“Do you like it, don’t you?” she asked again.
She leaned closer and licked his nipple. He groaned loud and asked for more. But she drew back again. Her hands wandered his hard belly, skimming it and brought goosebumps all over him.
He bucked his hips. His cock ached. He needed inside her.
“My cock,” he grunted.
“Emm?” she said before she licked his cock tentatively. “Too bad, I’m not in the mood to play,” she added, then she released his cock.
Oh, no, you didn’t! Using all his strength, he pulled the ribbon and broke the headboard in process.
He rolled her onto her back and tore her chemise.
He saw a flash of horror in her golden eyes. “You’re at my mercy now,” he panted.
She started to open her mouth, trying to say something, but he wouldn’t have it. He dove his head and brought her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.
He felt her fingers in his hair as she arched her back, feeding him more with her aching nipple.
He grunted loudly and moved to another breast.
“Ryuuu… ohhh… ohh…” she moaned while her body arched in need.
He drew back, releasing her nipple with a loud pop.
“Do you like it, don’t you?” he panted. Her golden eyes were darkening with lust.
He put his finger into her tight cunt. Damn, she was so tight.
Her eyes were fluttering close when he started to pump her wet stealth. He saw her bit her lip to stop her moan of pleasure.
Finally, he couldn’t stand it. He needed to be inside her now. He lined her cock to her tight opening.
Feeling his tip there, her eyes opened.
“Ryuuu…” she moaned weakly.
“Shuush,” he silenced her with a kiss as his cock slowly stretched her tiny cunt. She was so slick, but his cock was too big for her. She was straggling him with her muscle.
“Ohh… ohh…” she moaned, and thank god, she didn’t make hims stop.
He was breathig hard. He felt his fingers on his back, clawing him. She was so tight. He knew it would be hurting her, but he kept pushing inch by inch.
“It’ll be fine soon,” he panted.
Then, he felt it, her maidenhead. He stopped for a while. He closed his eyes in rapture. Her cunt felt so good, so tight.
He forced his eyes to open and saw her golden eyes. She looked at him with a mix of lust and something else.
“It’ll hurt a little. Don’t cry,” he warned before he shoved hard, breaking her maidenhead.
She cried aloud, but he stifled her with a kiss.
Please forgive me! But he was unable to stop his bucking hips. Her cunt felt like heaven, and he was unable to stop his cock from plowing in and out her in mad pace.
“Oh, God… you’re so sweet,” he grunted before he came back kissing her swollen lips.
She clawed his back and bit his lip, but finally, he felt her body started to move, answering his, her hips were following his, slowly at first.
He wrenched his lips from her, “That’s it, yess… that’s it,” he grunted, encouraging his bride, while kept giving her deep and hard, again and again.
She put her legs on his waist as she bucked faster, keeping up with his rapid rhythm.
“Oh.. Ryuuu… yess… ohhhh…. what you do to me?” she panted.
He bit her ear. “I fuck you, Kitten,” he whispered.
He felt his cunt tighten hearing his crass words. He glanced down to see his cock dipped in and out her small cunt. He felt his body shuddered. He knew he was close to release. But he wanted her to come first, so he brought his hand to her cunt and rubbed her.
“Ohhh… ohh…” she moaned. And he felt her cunt clenched, again and again, milking his pummeling cock.
He threw his head back and let out a silent moan. His hips were jerking, impaling her hard, sending a jet of his seed deep inside her.
“Arrggh,” he grunted as he jerked again, flooding her with his seed to overflowing.
He felt her cunt spasm again, massaging his cock tighter.
“Take this,” he shoved hard for the last time before he collapsed into her soft body.
They were breathing hard, and their bodies were damp with sweat. He rolled her with him. He was sated and exhausted.
***
It had been a week since his wedding night. And he couldn’t believe he had lost his control and took his bride’s virginity. And he was avoiding her ever since.
He read Luna’s letter once more. She wanted to play chess with him tonight. He scoffed. If indeed he visited her chamber, it wouldn’t be chess they played, but entirely another game, which involved them being naked and breathing hard. He couldn’t believe himself when he was near her. So, it was best if he stayed away. He could stand the wondering gaze and snic
ker from his father’s court, but he couldn’t stand her nearness.
His servant was calling him from outside. He stood. It was the time to attend the court. He sighed wearily. He hoped he wouldn’t make another blunder today. His brothers seemed happy to poke fun at him. But his father seemed to trust him. His Majesty gave his an important task in the army, much to his brothers’ dismay. He suspected it was thanks to his bride. She seemed to take her role as his protector in court too seriously, more than once she had saved him from his errors. Unlike a sword, the game of words was foreign to him, but it turned out, it was as deadly if not more. He wondered what his bride's plan is? And why she chooses him?
(to be continued…)
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My Uncle’s Nightly Visit
Helping Uncle Getting Hard
Stretched for His Baby
Last Ride before the Wedding
Ride to London
Seeded by the Gardener
Taken Care of by the Butler
From an Innocent Miss to a Bride
The Colonel’s Errant Wife
My Last Wifely Duty
His Father’s Approval
Replacing Mama
What Pa Did While I Sleep
Wedding Night with My Father-In-Law
Taking Care of My Father’s Urgent Need
My Drunken Father Does Me
Lonely Days with My Father-In-Law
My Uncle Teaches Me before the Wedding
Charity and the Villagers
Charity and Her Uncle
His Rebellious Ward
Forbidden Love
My Father-In-Law-Baby
A Ride with My Suitor’s Father
My Angry Father Checks My Cherry
In Name Only
Teaching My New Father
What Uncle Did Under My Skirt
The Headmaster’s Bedding Lesson
My Father Teaches Me to Please
The Explorer’s Daughter
The Explorer’s Wife
In My Father’s Arm
Basic Instinct: Papa and I in the Jungle
Teasing the Butler
Addicted to Doctor’s Magic Seed
By Aunt’s Order: Uncle Deflowers Me
Consoling My Niece
Older Man: The Mistress’ Faithful Servant (Part 1)
Older Man: The Mistress’ Faithful Servant (Part 2)
Older Man: The Mistress’ Faithful Servant (Part 3)
Forbidden Lust: Welcoming Papa
Older Man: Courtesan’s Training
Cajoling Father with My Body
Becoming Papa’s Bride
Older Man: His Innocent Miss
The Marquess’ Inconvenience Bride
His Wayward Daughter
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Excerpt!
Older Man: His Innocent Miss
1809, Essex, England.
Helen sat in the parlor, thinking how her life became so complicated. She gripped her skirt nervously as she waited for Giles, her footman, to come. He was one of three servants she could afford after her parents’ sudden death. He was the only person she could trust. The one who could protect her from unwanted advances now, but she wasn’t sure he would follow her to Cornwall, for it was half across the country. But she had to go. Living here alone without the protection of male relative was very dangerous as it turned out.
She had no other choice. Last Sunday, Sir Bernard cornered her at the church after service. Her stomach still churned when she remembered his toothless mouth slobbering over her person. Luckily, she remembered the move Giles’ taught her long time ago and sent it to Sir Bernard’s groin hard. That incident was her last straw. She had to move from her home for more than eighteen years and went into hiding until Uncle Jaime back from America.
Two months had passed since her parents’ death but still no news from Uncle Jaime, her legal guardian until she was twenty and one, or until she was wed. But he didn’t reply her letter. She had waited and waited. She was afraid that her dear Uncle died too. Oh, dear god, please no…
If George, her fiancé, was here, they could get married. But sadly he was on the continent, fighting Napoleon. And she didn’t know when he would come back home, or maybe he never would. She loved George since they were little. She sighed heavily, but now, she couldn’t even recall her dearest’s face clearly anymore. His face was hazy like shrouded by morning mist. It was sad really, forgetting the face of the loved one.
She had other suitors, of course. She knew she was a pretty girl. She had dark brown hair, pretty blue eyes, and nice shaped lips. But she didn’t love any of them. If she was going to marry, she promised herself that she would do it for love and nothing else, like her parents were. Besides, her suitors turned dangerous too these days. Just two days ago, Peter Ingram tried to compromise her. But luckily, Giles was there and sent her overeager suitor away.
Giles’s deep voice startled her. “Miss, you send for me?” he said.
She looked up at her giant of servant. Giles was well past forty, she supposed, but he still looked formidable. He was so tall and big. His arms and legs were well muscled. She knew that people of lower class usually had harder body unlike the gentry but still… Giles was like a giant even among servants.
The man can crush me with his hands, she thought. But of course, he wasn’t going to do that. He was a kind person, she knew. He made her felt safe, and that was the most important thing.
“Oh, yes, Giles, please be seated,” she said, biting her lip nervously.
“What’s the matter, Miss?” he said with worried brown eyes.
Giles was the family’s footman. She didn’t know for how long. But she remembered when she was a child, Giles often rescued her from her scrapes and helped her hiding from her parents when she misbehaved.
She knew Giles as far as she could remember, but still, she was nervous. She drew a deep breath and stared Giles square in the eyes. “Uncle Jaime… I don’t know when he’d come back. As you know, my situation is dire now,” she paused to take another deep breath. “You remember my late Aunt Bertha, don’t you? She left me a property, but… I’m not sure what it looks like. The only thing I know it’s far away in Cornwall… Oh, Giles, will you… will you go with me there?”
Giles tried to open his mouth, but she stopped him. He was her only choice. Sally, her maid, was recently married, and John, the cook, was too old.
“But I can’t afford many servants, unlike here. It’ll be only you,” she added.
“Well, Miss. Actually, the Bedford offered for me. I don’t like them, mind you. But you know Molly is there and it easier to tumble—ummm… sorry, Miss,” he said, not finishing his words.
She blushed at his coarse speech. She knew he was courting Molly, the pretty maid of the Bedford.
“Please Giles, can you go with me… at least until I can find someone else… or until my uncle comes back from America,” she pleaded.
He sighed loudly. “It’s your bloody suitors, isn’t it? Of course, I will go with you, Miss, but I don’t ken the idea of going there. I prefer to trash those craven into a pulp here,” he said finally.
Her body sagged with relief. Without much thought, she hugged her faithful servant. “Oh, Giles, I do thank you,” she said.
He enveloped her in his burly arm. “This’s nothing, Miss,” he whispered in her hair while his large hands stroked her back.
She was taken back a li
ttle, but this was Giles, she thought. She not used to this kind of affection but she let him stroked her bottom. He was like a parent, she told herself. But when he squeezed her bottom, she felt tingles ran through her body. And as if burned, she drew back awkwardly. She knew Giles meant nothing by it, but still…
***
Today Helen and her footman had arrived in Cornwall. Aunt Bertha’s cottage was small and damp. Giles had tried to make the cottage hospitable but failed miserably. He was a footman after all, not a house keeper. She knew that Giles’ temper was thin right now. He grumbled, saying that it was a bad idea going here. He even refused to unpack his belongings, but finally, he relented.
Her spirit was low too after saw the sad condition, but when she spied the sea nearby, she was ecstatic, so she bade Giles goodbye and wandered to the beach.
And now, she was regretting her rash decision. Suddenly, the rain poured down from the sky. She ran as fast as possible to the cottage. But it was no use. Her day dress was wet and clung to her slender, but curvaceous body so tightly. Her teeth clattered. She ran to her room and tried to take off her wet dress. But it was proven to be difficult.
“Giles,” she called her servant.
Shortly, he came. He stood in the doorway, dumbfounded.
“Miss?” he rasped.
“Hurry, Giles, help me,” she said through her clattering teeth.
“Ahh… yes… yes,” he mumbled.
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