by Nina Lane
Little sparks whisked over Lydia’s nerves as her body responded to his touch and proximity. Together, they descended slowly onto the grass. Her legs parted in invitation as Gabriel came over her, his hands delving into the glossy strands of her hair. Their mouths met with increasing hunger. His tongue traced the line of her lips, their breath mingling between them.
Lydia’s fingers trembled as she unfastened the buttons of her dress to give him access to her unbound breasts. She blushed as she realized her nipples were already taut with desire, sticking up from the creamy mounds like juicy cherries. She gasped when Gabriel fastened his lips greedily around one point, eliciting a shock of pleasure clear down to her loins.
She stared up at his eyes, which were darkened to all the colors of a rainforest. He grasped her skirt and hitched it up over her hips to bare the apex of her vulva. His breath began to come rapidly as his fingers sank into her heated depths, pressing into her as if stoking her inner fires.
Lydia was almost embarrassed by the extent of her moisture, which she had felt since she first saw him approaching her. Gabriel only smiled, muttering something low in his throat as his thumb began to circle the bud and his fingers parted the soft pleats.
A delicious mist invaded Lydia’s mind, one that washed away all extraneous thought. Her entire being became focused on the taste, scent, and feeling of Gabriel as she unfastened his jeans and took his hard, male flesh into her hand. He throbbed against the surface of her palm, echoing the sound of her own heartbeat.
Lydia looked in fascination at the contrast of her pale, tapered fingers against his veined member. Her thumb stroked over the bursting tip, massaging droplets of fluid back into his skin.
Gabriel let out a groan as she guided him toward her sex. She parted her legs wider, her pulse pounding as she felt the moist knob pushing into her. Her body reveled in the sensation, so wholly different than that of Kruin and Preston, and made all the more precious by Gabriel’s admission.
He pressed her into the earth, his stalk thrusting inside her body with augmenting urgency. Lydia moaned, her eyes drifting closed as she felt the tight globes of his testicles beating rhythmically against her, as the pumping movements drove her own need to impenetrable levels. She lifted her hips to match his cadence, her sheath gripping him hungrily, her breasts bobbing with every eager thrust. Even in the profundity of her arousal, Lydia grasped onto a sliver of thought about the decree of her orgasms.
Gabriel gripped her supple thighs from beneath, pushing them upward and opening her even more fully for the carnal penetration of his thick member. Gasping cries broke from Lydia’s throat in tempo with their united rhythm. Her feminine oils coated Gabriel’s shaft with a glistening sheen, and she clutched his forearms as his pace increased even more insistently.
“Gabriel,” Lydia panted, her lips quivering as she looked up beseechingly at him. “Please…oh, please…”
“Please what?” he grated between clenched teeth, even as his fingers sought between their bodies to the slippery button of her desire.
“Please let me come. Please…oh, God…”
Her words died in her throat, lost in the maelstrom of sensations. Pressure built inside her like a dam about to burst, and only one flick of Gabriel’s finger would be enough to send her over the edge. His lips pressed hard against hers, his tongue delving deeply into her mouth.
“Do it,” he hissed.
She did, shrieking as rapture exploded through her body. Then she felt Gabriel spilling into her, his responding groan sinking into her skin. His body collapsed heavily onto her. His breath was hot against her neck as they recovered.
When Gabriel rolled away, he gave Lydia a slow, satisfied smile.
“Well?” she murmured throatily. “Do you want to stop?”
He chuckled. “I don’t intend to, no.”
Lydia smiled and tucked her body against his. When she first arrived at the plantation, she had never imagined that she would ever feel this way. She hadn’t thought she was even capable of such intense layers of emotions.
“You’re lovely,” Gabriel said. “And I’m glad you’re here to stay, Jane.”
Lydia smiled again and lifted her head to look at him. She brushed a disheveled swath of hair away from her face and bent to give him a lingering kiss.
“Lydia,” she whispered. “My name is Lydia.”
EPILOGUE
“Delicious.” Preston patted Lydia’s bottom affectionately and flipped her skirt back over her hips.
Lydia pushed herself up from her bent position over the arm of the sofa. Her sex throbbed from Preston’s masculine plundering. She was learning to appreciate each man’s unique sexual style, even Preston’s frequently coarse and quick thrusts.
He fastened his trousers and smiled with satisfaction. “See how wonderful our little arrangement is turning out? All you had to do was truly submit to your circumstances.”
Lydia looked at him for a moment—the sharp planes of his face, the malicious glint in his blue eyes.
“I’ve never thanked you,” she finally said.
“What?”
“For what you did,” Lydia explained. “Your offer came with a heavy price, but if it weren’t for you…”
Her voice trailed off, and she shrugged. “You gave me a whole new life.”
Another slow smile spread across Preston’s face. He put his hands on the sides of her face and pressed his lips against hers.
“And you fulfilled my fantasies of you,” he replied. “Believe me, Lydia. There are many more.”
She flushed. “I don’t doubt it.”
He gave her a wicked grin and left the room. Lydia went upstairs and grabbed her riding clothes, realizing she was already late for a date with Gabriel.
She hurried outside, pausing when she saw Kruin sitting on the veranda.
His attention was fixed on a newspaper, but he looked up when she approached. His black eyes skimmed over her, assessing the curves of her breasts and hips underneath her dress.
“Let me see what Preston did yesterday,” he commanded.
Dropping her riding clothes on a table, Lydia turned her back to Kruin and lifted her skirt. The crimson lashes of a crop swept across her white buttocks like a painting. Rather than the usual embarrassment, she felt a glimmer of pride over the punishment she had borne and its visual evidence.
“Quite nice.” Kruin’s blunt fingers pressed painfully against the welts. “Perhaps I will try that soon.”
Lydia turned back to him, ridiculously pleased by his praise. She suspected she would never grow tired of Kruin’s approval, just as she would never stop seeking it. Although they had reached an unspoken level of understanding in their relationship, his degree of power over her remained as strong—if not stronger—than ever.
“You’re an interesting man, Kruin,” Lydia remarked.
His eyebrow rose. “Am I?”
She almost smiled. “You don’t know that?”
Kruin lifted his broad shoulders in a shrug and picked up the newspaper he had been reading.
“I’ll…I’ll be grateful for anything you want to do with me,” Lydia said rather shyly.
For a moment, he didn’t respond, but then he said, “You’d better go to the stables. I believe Gabriel is expecting you.”
Lydia nodded. She picked up her riding clothes and started to leave the veranda. His voice stopped her just as she reached the steps.
“Lydia.”
She turned back to him. “Yes?”
Kruin continued looking at a newspaper article. “You look very pretty in that dress.”
Lydia stared at him for a moment, her soul filling with the compliment as if he had granted her a benediction.
“I…thank you.” Knowing she would wear this particular dress more often now, Lydia flew down the veranda steps and headed for the stables.
The sun fell warm and caressingly upon her bare arms. A corresponding warmth filled her heart, one elicited in part by Preston’s sust
ained control over her and the variability of his malicious streak. She was beginning to find a deep, sensual excitement in his sheer unpredictability.
Her warmth was also evoked by Kruin’s enigmatic yet affectionate power and by Gabriel’s gentle authority and tenderness. Her relationship with her dark triad was beginning to acquire a strangely natural rhythm, as if she had always belonged with them.
As she continued walking, Lydia’s blood sparked with the anticipation of an exhilarating horseback ride that would sting her welts into a rich, delicious pain. The ride would be followed by numerous other possible scenarios, the mere thought of which both thrilled and frightened her.
She saw Gabriel waiting for her by an oak tree, his tall figure leaning languidly against the heavy trunk. Quickening her pace, Lydia felt the wind whipping through the dark strands of her hair, the ground firm and solid beneath her feet, the lingering soreness of her bottom. Her soul lightened like a breezy cloud.
Yes, she had learned to fully live at La Nouvelle Vie, even to stretch the boundaries of what she had once thought living really was. This was no longer about her arousal. It was about becoming the role that had been assigned to her. It was about finally realizing that she was—that she had always been—Lydia.
THE END
What happens to Lydia when she leaves the safety of the plantation?
Watch for THE EROTIC LIGHT, the spicy sequel, coming soon!
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Nina Lane is a multi-published author of elegant, romantic and often raunchy erotica. She used to write novels under the name Natasha Rostova and has published stories in anthologies such as Best Women’s Erotica and Erotic Travel Tales. Her work has been translated into both German and Japanese. She loves hot, lengthy descriptions, exotic locations, and tension stretched to breaking point. Visit Nina at http://www.ninalane.com
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