“I’m very much afraid, Your Highness,” he said in a low voice, “that you are going to have to learn some patience.”
Elizabeth was so caught up in the sound of his zipper coming undone that she barely heard his words. She was absolutely certain that he was finally about to give her what she needed—a working over with his thick, hot penis and maybe, if she was lucky, his lips sucking at her tingling nipples while he thrust in and out of her. How could he resist everything that she was offering? No man ever had, and Elizabeth was confident that it wasn’t just because she paid their salaries that her hired men fucked her with such wild abandon.
But instead of taking her—roughly, gently, slowly, swiftly, she didn’t care how—she realized that Gavin was turning the hand crank on the ancient torture rack. As her head was lowered to no more than two feet off of the ground, until she was lying horizontal rather than vertical, she felt a prickling of unease return.
What is he planning on doing to me? Why won’t he fuck me? Any other man who found her tied to a rack in a windowless, soundproof room would have had his pants around his ankles and his cock stuffed into her in sixty seconds flat.
But not this man. Not her prisoner.
Elizabeth shivered as her fear returned, matched in equal parts by her ever-growing excitement, and her areolas puckered even tighter into rigid buds.
After a long moment of doubt, as the restless feeling grew near to bursting in her belly, Gavin answered her unspoken question by lifting one leg over the side of the rack, straddling her body and the metal rack with his powerfully built thighs.
How she longed to have her hands free to take his shaft between them, to judge his girth, his length, to run her thumb over the come spurting from the tip and taste him on her lips.
Elizabeth had never before cared to lick or suck any man’s penis. She loved the power of making men hard, of telling them what to do with their rod, how to use it to pleasure her the most. But she had never longed to run her smooth fingers up and down a man’s length until he was about to burst. She had never dreamt of feeling a man’s hot length slipping in between her tits, letting his come spurt into her eager mouth.
But now, she dreamt of it all. It was amazing. She hadn’t even seen his cock yet, and yet she dreamt of tasting her prisoner, of licking his head, slowly sucking it in between her lips until he groaned with pleasure.
Planning all the ways she would get pleasure from her prisoner’s penis once he untied her, she grew even wetter, her skin even hotter, the skin across her breasts more constricted.
And then his hands came around the outside of her breasts and Elizabeth moaned, delirious with joy just to have his hands on her, anywhere on her body. Suddenly a new heat seared her flesh, in the deep valley between her breasts, and she moaned, “Oh god yes, Gavin,” in rapture.
Her prisoner stilled the slow thrust of his penis between her tits, pausing for an interminable moment, and then resumed his progress until his cock lay safely nestled between her breasts, the smooth, wet head of his penis pushed up into her chin.
With every stroke between her tits—slick from the slight sheen of sweat that covered her body—as he pushed her boobs harder and harder against his shaft, as his breathing grew harsher, as he twirled and pinched her stiff nipples between his fingers, Elizabeth felt that she was nearly there, nearly on the finish line of an orgasm that needed no lips, no tongue, no fingers, and no cock to help it explode into a million pieces.
A low roar emerged from her prisoner’s throat. He plunged into her breasts with several long, hard strokes. Elizabeth felt warm, thick come bathe her neck and the tops of her breasts. It ran between her mounds, and slid beneath Gavin’s pulsating shaft, easing his passage on her already slick skin.
She imagined tasting his semen, licking him clean, and getting him ready to enter her cunt, and the image was so potent, she felt her muscles begin to clench, her labia swelling in eagerness for release.
Loud voices sounded from the room beyond, her guards coming to save her from the escaped prisoner.
She was going to fire each and every one of them.
She felt a whoosh of air over her wet skin as Gavin jumped off her. She heard him zip up his pants.
“Where’s the other exit to this room?” he demanded, his voice harsh.
Elizabeth was too disappointed by her lost orgasm to bother answering. Everything was about to go back to the way it always was—boring and normal with her guards doing whatever she told them to.
She wished she could have more danger, more excitement, more Gavin, but she knew that it wasn’t going to happen. Gavin would run out the back exit, her guards would recapture him and he would be punished. She would go back to her usual sex games, while dreaming of her prisoner and the orgasm that might have been. End of story.
But instead of running, he began to untie her leather bonds, growling impatiently, “If you want that orgasm you’ve been dying for, tell me how we can get out of the castle with no one seeing us.”
Hope sparked in Elizabeth’s breast. He planned to make her come after all, thank god.
“There’s another door,” she said, her need for him blaringly obvious in the husky cadence of her voice.
He finished untying her and scooped her naked body up into his arms. “Where?”
“Untie my blindfold,” she said. “I’ll show you the way.”
He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, sending tremors all the way through her. “If you do anything to escape from me,” he said calmly, quietly, “anything at all, that’ll be the last time I’ll ever touch you again.”
Without even needing to think about it, Elizabeth declared, “I promise I won’t escape. I don’t want to.”
Gavin pulled her blindfold off with his teeth, scratching at the smooth skin on Elizabeth’s cheek with his rough stubble. She shivered at the delicious sensations that washed through her and boldly captured his mouth in a kiss, tasting herself on his salty lips, her tongue slipping between his even, white teeth, wanting to know his taste, to remember it forever.
The voices from outside grew louder and Gavin pulled away from her eager kiss. “Direct me. Now.”
Within seconds they were traveling down a secret passage built into the thick stone walls by her early ancestors. She briefly wondered how her prisoner knew that such a thing existed, but she was tired of thinking, instead choosing to relish the comfort and safety she felt in his arms.
No man had ever held her to him as if he possessed not only her body but her soul. In Gavin’s arms, she felt that no harm could come to her—unless he doled it out, of course, she reminded herself with a delicious shiver.
They traveled underneath the castle, out through the fortress that surrounded it, before Elizabeth found her tongue. “Where are you taking me?” she asked as they surfaced in a deserted thatch of trees just off a farm road. Her voice was softer than usual, her usual demanding tone replaced by a melodious quality.
Instead of answering her, Gavin, put her down on her feet in the cool moss that covered the ground. Running his hands slowly up her body, from the curve of her hips to the small of her back, up her spine, he slid her blindfold up and back over her eyes.
Elizabeth grew hot all over again, all lazy thoughts of comfort and safety gone. Oh yes, she thought with delight, he was finally going to give her that orgasm she so desperately needed. He was going to lay her down beneath the oak trees and cover her body with his.
Elizabeth was shocked when he stuffed a strip of leather into her mouth and gagged her. This wasn’t part of the plan, she thought wildly. She tried to fight him, wishing she hadn’t been such a slave to the demands of her body—she could have screamed for help, and now her chance of survival and escape was bleaker than ever. Her attempts were quickly made futile when Gavin wrenched her hands behind her back and tied them in a firm knot, arching her back uncomfortably, pushing her breasts out toward him.
He left her propped up against a tree and she heard him dial
ing a cell phone. How could he have possibly had a cell phone on him?
Elizabeth quickly put two and two together, realizing that he must have stolen hers off the table in her “game” room when he was zipping up his pants.
This is the last time that bastard gets the best of me, she vowed silently. Oh yes, he is most definitely going to pay.
Chapter Six
Gavin told his driver his hidden location and turned off the cell phone, then threw it into a thick hedge of poison oak to hide the evidence.
The Queen was standing by the oak tree, naked, bound, gagged and blindfolded. As he looked at her from several feet away—still amazed by her perfect breasts, still drawn like a moth to the flame of her hot, wet cunt—he ran his hands through his jet black hair.
What the hell am I doing? he asked himself.
He had been so blinded by his anger, by his need for revenge, that he had trespassed in the castle. But when the game had turned on him and he had become so painfully, so incredibly aroused by what the Queen was offering him, he hadn’t been able to think straight anymore. No longer could he just take what he wanted from Elizabeth and then leave. So when the loud voices came from outside her perverted little game room, the next thing he knew, he had the Queen’s supple, potent body in his arms and she was clinging to him as if he were her savior on a white horse, instead of the black knight about to ravish her.
But even worse, even more confusing, was the passionate kiss they had shared. The kiss she had given him. Somehow, her lips on his, her tongue flicking past his teeth into his mouth, tasting him like she had been starving for a man her whole life, only served to push his thoughts of revenge even further and further away, damn her. If only the Queen weren’t so beautiful, so alluring, so in heat, he could have had his payback. He could have frightened her, taught her a valuable lesson about messing with him, and gotten the hell out of her castle.
He stared hard at her, standing with her legs slightly spread, as if she was ready to fight him, to spring at him, and he could see her clit was still swollen from his touch and from her need. He tried to remember all of the reasons he had to hate her, all of the reasons he had to watch her pay.
He willed away any softness, any sense of respect he might have had for her, and forced himself to laugh at the obvious pain of her unfinished arousal. He was certain that the Queen was used to coming on her own schedule, never on anyone else’s.
A royal’s prerogative perhaps?
He stripped off his borrowed shirt and wrapped it around the Queen. With a muffled grunt, she twisted and turned in his arms. Fed up with her behavior, he threw her over his shoulder and headed through the thick forest to the country road where his driver would be waiting.
Joe, his driver, barely even looked up at the sight of his boss with a nearly naked woman thrown across his shoulder. Gavin grinned. Two decades of service as the right-hand man of an undercover-agent-turned-investment specialist had definitely jaded his staff.
“Thanks for the ride, Joe,” Gavin said as he threw the Queen into the plush black leather seat in the back half of the town car.
Joe raised an eyebrow, taking in Gavin’s tattered guard uniform with disgust. “How was your trial?”
Gavin shrugged. “Could have gone better.”
“Evidently. Where to?”
“The cabin.”
Gavin slipped into the backseat next to Elizabeth, letting out a sigh of exhaustion as he sat back against the seat. He longed for a few minutes of rest, but his hostage was, unfortunately, not the least bit tired.
She grunted loudly and kicked at his chest, landing a few hard blows across his body before he grabbed her ankles, imprisoning them between his large hands.
“Uh, uh, uh,” he said in a mocking voice. “We’re playing by my rules now, my dear.”
She cursed him again from behind her gag and Gavin chuckled, as he pulled her supple body back onto his lap. He wondered why he had never thought of using a gag before with any of the women he had slept with. It was so much more pleasant letting his fingers roam over their bodies without worrying that they were going to ruin the moment by talking about love. Or shopping.
He slipped the large work shirt off her slim shoulders and cupped her breasts, letting her nipples escape from between his fingers. God, but he loved the feel of her breasts. Elizabeth may have been the world’s biggest pain in the ass, and he was likely to face dire consequences when time ran out if he couldn’t get the hell out of the country fast enough, but as far as he was concerned, it was all worth the pleasure he was getting from her body.
With Elizabeth’s lean body held firm between his thighs and her breasts in his hands, Gavin finally sat back against the plush seat and closed his eyes. He would never forget how good it felt to pump his cock between her huge tits, to explode on her flushed neck. Now, with her naked body on his lap, he felt himself growing aroused again.
As soon as his hands began to massage and caress her globes, Elizabeth had become putty in his hands. He marveled at how ready she was for fucking, at how every nerve in her body seemed to be primed for a man’s touch. For his touch.
He slid one of his hands down between her legs, letting his fingers dip into her moist canal. She moaned and he bit her neck, relishing the sweet taste of her flesh.
She rocked her pelvis against his fingers feverishly and he reluctantly withdrew his hand from between her thighs. Even though he could admit that he wanted to feel her tremors rock against his body, to feel her muscles clench against his fingers, she hadn’t learned her lesson yet. Not nearly.
The car came to a stop and Gavin quickly covered the Queen in the shirt again. She was limp this time and as he opened the door and stepped out into the sunlight, he effortlessly picked her up in his arms again.
I could get used to the feel of her in my arms, he thought and then caught himself. How could he even be thinking soft thoughts about the Queen? She was a selfish bitch, her only redeeming quality being her incredible fuckability.
Joe drove off, leaving Gavin and Elizabeth alone. Gavin walked up the steps to the porch of his rustic ranch retreat and plopped Elizabeth down on the leather couch by the huge stone fireplace.
“Mmmphh!” she said from behind her gag.
Gavin ignored her and walked into the kitchen, taking a bottle of water out of the fridge and drinking the whole thing in one gulp. “Being out there in the stockade for so many hours gave me a mighty thirst, Your Highness.”
His voice grew lower, and laced with meaning. “But your show in the window gave me an even mightier thirst.”
Her grunts grew more impassioned and Gavin watched her as he fought with himself. He was trying not to feel sorry for her, trying to fight the urge to throw some clothes on her and send her home. Even if she was a selfish bitch, he asked himself, did she deserve to be bound, gagged and naked in his secret cottage in the middle of nowhere?
Wind rushed off the small lake behind his house and he got an idea, one that made him grin and heat up with anticipation. Picking Elizabeth back up off the couch, he headed out the back door to the lake, pleased that she wasn’t fighting him anymore. Her scent was driving him crazy and he couldn’t wait for the pleasure that was about to be his.
The hot sand of the shore sizzled beneath his feet and as he took several steps into the cool, shallow lake water he sighed with pleasure. Blue water beneath his feet, a beautiful naked woman in his arms. What more could a guy ask for?
He continued to walk into the lake until the water was up around his waist. He knew the Queen must have felt the water lapping up on her legs, and ass, because she started to squirm again in earnest.
“I hope you know how to swim, my dear,” he said as he dropped her into the water with a splash.
She tried to scream behind her gag and he really did feel sorry for her this time. Since he had no intention of drowning her, he decided to show a little pity for her predicament. He floated her body on his arms as he stood in the water, and watched h
er breasts jiggle wildly on the surface of the water.
“Don’t worry,” he said, “I’m not going to let you drown. If I undo your gag, do you promise to be a good little girl?”
She nodded quickly, her strawberry-blonde hair getting wet and dark as water seeped up into it. He untied the gag and threw it onto the shore as she gasped in air. Her lips were plump and chafed from the gag and no matter how much he despised her, no matter how much he wanted to take from her body and not give back anything of himself, he couldn’t resist bringing his mouth down to hers.
She sucked the moisture off his tongue and her nipples became sharp points against his bare chest as his light dusting of hair scratched against her breasts. He groaned into her mouth and the sound merged with her own moan of pleasure.
It took everything he had in him to pull back from her sweet mouth. God, he wanted to devour the woman, body and soul. He had never reacted to any woman like he reacted to this one. Reminding himself that he didn’t even like her, even if his cock liked her better than any other woman alive, he worked to still the beating of his heart. It was time to get back to his plans for revenge.
She was going to have to beg for his forgiveness before he would give her the one thing she needed—a thorough fucking and a mind-blowing orgasm.
He focused his attention on her huge tits, on the areolas that were puckered up tight, on the nipples that drew his mouth to them. He held her firmly on top of the water with one arm, letting it support most of her body weight, and suckled at one breast as his free hand plumped and caressed the other one. The gentle waves of the lake worked her body up and down in the water and his cock pressed up against her ass.
He couldn’t believe how close he was to blowing again. “You’re a witch,” he growled, feeling as if she had put him under a deep, dark spell, where with just the barest touch of her flesh she controlled his cock completely.
Obviously as aroused as he was, Elizabeth had turned her face into his chest and was nibbling at his nipple, pleading, “More. Give me more.” He wondered if he should undo the bindings on her hands, wondering what magic she would work with those slender, red-tipped fingers on his body.
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