“She’ll be here.”
She stepped forward and placed her hand over the bulge in my borrowed black breeches to rub my cock. “I’ll just keep you company until she gets here.”
Annoyed at her attempt to top me, to force my hand, I grabbed her by her long dark hair and dragged her to the center of the dungeon. “This woman just touched me without permission and offered her body for my pleasure.”
The unmatched dominants turned to listen as I tightened my fist in her hair and forced her to her knees.
“No, please. I meant no harm, sir.”
I angled her head to face me and stared down into her eyes, relieved to see them colored not with fear, but with desire. Yes, her desire would be fulfilled, a firm hand to her bare bottom and a rough ride on a man’s hard cock… just not mine.
I raised my voice so my words might carry. “She needs a strong hand, a lesson I do not have time to give her.”
I waited mere seconds before a giant man stepped forward. A man I recognized as the captain of the woodland guard, an older man, twenty years my senior, his body scarred and hardened from years of skirmishes on the battlefield.
“I’ll take care of her.”
As I loosened my hold, the woman at my feet turned her head to assess the man approaching. A shudder passed through her body and I released my grip on her head and stepped back. She licked her lips while he approached, and I nodded at him. Oh, yes. Her delight at the new suitor beamed from her eyes.
“Please.” I waved my hand in her direction, motioning him to step closer. “She does not yet know her place.”
With a gentle hand, he lifted her chin and forced her to look up at him. “Is that so?”
“No.” She shook her head, her chest heaving as she tried to hide her reaction to the large brute. He noticed her uncontrolled excitement, his eyes darkened with desire as he traced her plump lower lip with his thumb. His voice, though quiet, confirmed he would tolerate no disobedience.
“Crawl to the bench. Now.” He pointed to a wooden bench a few feet from where she knelt. She shook her head and pulled free of his touch.
“No.”
A wicked smile crossed his face and I almost felt sorry for the woman. His cock bulged at her disobedience, and I knew him to be a brutally efficient but skilled soldier. No doubt that stark discipline carried over to his time in the dungeon. He would give no quarter, tolerate no refusal. “Do you want me to leave you here, love? On your knees in the middle of this dungeon?”
“No.”
He pointed again. “You’ll take off that gown and lie over the bench.” He crouched down, his face inches from hers as he made his vow. “I’m going to spank your bare bottom until it’s bright red for defying me, and then I’m going to fuck you until you scream. Your hot, wet pussy is going to come all over my cock and then I’m going to pump my seed into you over and over until dawn’s sweet light runs us from this chamber.”
The woman’s eyes glazed over with his blunt words and she swayed toward him. “Yes.”
He pointed again. “Crawl to the bench.”
She bit her lower lip and shook her head. “No.”
He lifted her then and carried her to the bench, where he shoved her head forward. Without pause, he lifted her skirt over her head and reared back. I stood, arms crossed, as his hand landed on her bare bottom. The loud slap and her sharp cries melted into the symphony of sexual music around me. My cock hardened at the ripe view of her pink ass as he struck her, over and over.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
He spanked her until she sobbed, begging him to fuck her, her pussy so swollen and eager her thighs were coated in wet welcome. He walked around the bench and pulled her hair, angling her tear-streaked face to his.
“What do you say?”
“Please, Master. Please, fuck me.”
I watched until he opened his breeches and filled her with his cock, her cries for him to hurry causing my jaw to clench and my cock to jump in my trousers. I was hard and swollen, eager.
I wanted to be balls deep in a hot, wet pussy. But not just any woman would do. I wanted her. My golden masked beauty. She said she’d be here. Where was she?
I turned away in frustration to find her there, witnessing the scene before me with round eyes and pink cheeks. Her breath stuttered, and I wondered just how long she’d watched, wanting. She wore the same dress, the blue with green stripes, both distinct and lovely. The gown clung to her curves and my hard cock strained toward her even as my pulse raced.
I had no patience for talk, or her excuses for making me wait. I waited for no woman. Never. Until her.
I hurried to her, lifted both hands to her face, and crushed her lips to mine.
ELLA
I watched the woman approach Dorian from the shadows, making me unsure of my welcome when she placed her hand over his cock. Red-hot jealousy flared to life. I swallowed it down and forced myself to remain silent, to wait. In my stillness, I begged him to refuse her. If he gave in, if he chose another, I’d flee this place and he’d never know how much I wanted him.
But he put a firm fist to her hair and dragged her before the others. His dominant voice made me shiver as he forced her to submit. Relief held me frozen then, until the large man in soldier’s boots told her what he would do to her, forced her over the post, and spanked her bottom bright red. Their game went on and on until he forced her to face him, to beg him to fill her.
Heat flared between my legs with each slap of his hand on her bare bottom. My breasts hung heavy and aching, my pussy wet, as the man’s huge cock slid into her wet core. The remembered sensation of Dorian’s cock stretching me, filling me, made me moan.
And, as if he’d heard my soft cry, he turned toward me at last.
I held my ground as he approached, the stiff line of his shoulders and the firm line of his lips showing his irritation. His hands on my face demanded compliance as he lowered his lips to mine.
I melted into his harsh strength, powerless to deny him anything. The familiar scent of his skin ignited my senses with the memory of his touch, his kiss, his hard cock thrusting deep. Need, urgent and hungry, rose in me like a demon raging out of control. This would be the last time I held him, touched him. My betrothal signed, I must flee this kingdom, run from my home. But not yet. Not tonight. Pleasure ruled this eve, not fear.
Dorian released me from his kiss as I struggled to retain my composure. “What the hell took you so long? I’ve been waiting for hours.”
Unable to stare into his dark blue eyes and speak, I lifted my hands to his waist, pressed forward and buried my face in his neck. “I’m sorry, Dorian. I couldn’t get away until now. The ladies I work for took forever to ready themselves for the masquerade. I had to see them off before I made my way to you.”
My sad story of a wretched stepmother and stepsisters insisting I help them bathe and dress for the royal masquerade was not what I wanted to focus on. Not now.
I pressed a kiss to the side of his neck and whispered, “I’m sorry. I tried to get here sooner. I needed to see you again.” The honest confession caused a blush of embarrassment to warm my cheeks.
He shuddered and wrapped me in an embrace so solid it felt like he’d never let me go; a fantasy I indulged in, at least for tonight.
“Come.” He released me, grabbed my hand, and pulled me toward the far end of the dungeon, toward a servant’s entrance.
“Where are we going?”
“Trust me.” He stopped and leaned over to whisper in my ear. “I do not want to take you here. I want you alone, where I can fuck you over and over again in a nice, soft bed.”
My pussy clenched at his words and my heart raced at the thought of being with him… alone.
I shook my head and pulled my hand free of his. “No, Dorian. I can’t leave the masquerade. I can’t take off my mask. I’m not supposed to be here.”
My outburst frustrated him but I shook my head again and took a step ba
ckward. I abhorred my betrothed and the remainder of my well-known family. But if anyone discovered my identity, despite my father’s execution, further disgrace might befall his name and noble blood. My hideous stepmother would come to know of my deception, and I’d get the lash. Again. “I’m sorry. I can’t.”
He stepped forward as he had done the night before. “Is it me that frightens you, or the thought of removing your mask?”
Dorian did not frighten me at all. “I can’t take off the mask. I’m sorry.”
He lifted his thumb to trace the swell of my bottom lip. Unable to resist, I closed my lips around it and took him into my mouth. He groaned and crowded me against the wall, his cock hard as a rock, pressed to my stomach.
“I want you. I give you my word, you will not have to remove the mask.”
As I stared into his eyes, I recognized the stark loneliness I saw there, the desperation to connect, to belong to another person, and I nodded. “All right.”
Dorian kissed me hard and fast, then reached for my hand and pulled me along at such a pace, I had to jog to keep up.
We passed through endless corridors of the castle, rich with tapestries and ancient vases, statues and priceless art, wealth far beyond anything I’d ever experienced. Dorian raced, appearing unconcerned with his surroundings, until we approached a large double door. Not far away stood another set of doors with the royal crest emblazoned on the front. Two palace guards, standing at attention, guarded the royal chambers.
I pulled up short and Dorian turned with a puzzled expression. “What’s wrong?”
“You.” I pointed at the doors. “You work for the prince? His valet?”
His eyes narrowed, tightened, as though I had cursed him. “Yes. Does that matter? I’m still a servant, like you.”
I shook my head and backed away. “That’s the prince’s apartment. I can’t go in there. That’s no place for me. Not the prince.” The Grand Duke, under the king’s orders, had ordered my father’s execution. I did not trust the royal family, not one bit. And now, here I stood, about to enter the lion’s den with the prince’s personal servant.
I looked at Dorian with fresh eyes and a new understanding dawned. The fine quality of his black tunic, the softness of the cloth, the scent of him, rich with spices and soaps beyond any common servant’s reach. “What if he comes back? You’ll be in so much trouble, Dorian. No. I can’t.” I tugged on his hand, pleading. “Let’s go back to the dungeons, where we belong. Please. I’ll give you everything, Dorian. Just not here.” I pulled hard, though my effort ended in futility, like trying to move a hundred-year-old oak tree by tugging on a single branch. “Please. Not here.”
As if something within him snapped, he tossed me over his shoulder and opened the door adjacent to the royal apartments. I caught not more than a glimpse of an extravagant room dimly lit by a handful of cream-colored candles. The door slammed, a lock clicked into place, and seconds later I was settled, stomach down, over Dorian’s knees, with my head near the floor and my bottom up in the air. He flipped my skirt up over my head and the long heavy folds created a canopy, enveloping me in darkness.
He stroked my bare ass, and I bit my lip to maintain my silence.
“Your wet pussy gives you away, love.” Two fingers slid between the folds, up and down, spreading my wet welcome all over my swollen lips and clit. “You watched that spanking and your face turned the sweetest shade of pink.”
His fingers plunged deep into my pussy and I cried out, unable to stop the sound of my pleasure, my need, from escaping my throat. I didn’t want him to fuck me, not yet. I wanted him to make my skin burn. I wanted the sharp sting of his hand on my naked flesh, the sweltering pleasure to spread like wildfire through my veins and consume my whole being.
I wanted to forget all about Mr. Netterton, and the Grand Duke, and my vile stepfamily. I just wanted to feel…
“Do you want me to spank you first? Or fuck you?” His fingers slid out of me, immediately replaced by three that stretched me to the brink of pain, he eased them back and forth as I considered my answer. I knew what I wanted. I wasn’t sure I had the courage to say it.
Fingers deep inside me, he stroked my bare bottom with his free hand. My pussy clamped down on his fingers like a fist, eager and waiting the sting of his hand. So desperate.
“Tell me now.” His thumb settled over my clit and I jerked in his hold, my hips canted, attempting to increase the pressure, to find release. His free hand glided in a slow circle, covering the entire right side of my bottom. “Spank or fuck?”
I closed my eyes, unwilling to focus on anything but my desire. My face, concealed from his prying eyes, need not confess the want I thought to hide. But why should I deny myself this pleasure? I would never again lie beneath Dorian’s gaze. I had to run, to escape the horrid Mr. Netterton. Soon, I would be on my father’s horse, riding far away from this dreadful city.
I must have a memory to last a lifetime. I didn’t want to hold anything back.
“Spank me, Dorian. Make me burn.”
CHAPTER 6
ELLA
I squirmed with restless energy at the first strike of his palm on my bare bottom, little more than a tap of his hand. I wanted more. I needed more.
“More.”
He chuckled, but lust colored his voice as his fingers slid in and out of my pussy. His opposite hand landed with a sharp crack of fire on my bottom.
“Ahh!” My body jerked in response, but I did not want to get away. Heat spread from my bottom to my thighs, and around to my clit. Hot. Decadent. So naughty.
“Have you been a bad girl, love?”
“Yes.” I squeezed my inner muscles and tilted my hips, trying to rub my clit on his thumb. “Yes. I was naughty.”
“You made me wait for over two hours.”
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
He slid his fingers free of my core and I cried out in protest.
“You won’t tell me your name.”
Smack!
This time, the fire struck my opposite cheek. I moaned and wiggled on his lap, enticing him to thrust his thick fingers back into my wet heat. “Please.”
“You won’t allow me to see your face! Me!”
As if that transgression deserved special punishment, he spanked me hard and fast, the sharp sting of his hand jumping from side to side in a rhythm that made me go limp. Fire raced through my system. My skin tingled. Unable to think, I only knew need. His name became a chant in my mind which I struggled to control until I surrendered to desire and screamed aloud.
“Dorian.” The strangled cry sounded foreign to my ears. I’d never cried out a man’s name before, and though I thought it impossible, the sound of his name on my tongue made me wetter, my pussy ached. Empty. So empty.
Smack!
Smack!
He struck my thighs this time, and I quivered.
“Please!”
In a moment, the stern master retreated as he soothed my skin by the gentle exploration of his hands. They glided over my skin in a caress meant to torment, not ease.
“Dorian. Please.” I wiggled my bottom in the air. I hoped he’d take the hint and fill me with his fingers or his cock. Anything to make me his.
Without warning, he lifted me from his lap and set me on my feet to stand before him. With my back to his chest, he unfastened the laces of my dress. He guided the heavy fabric past my arms, his heated touch chasing my dress over my fingertips, my hips, beyond my thighs… to pool at my feet. As I stood before him in only my thin shift, he gathered the sheer undergarment in his hands and lifted it over my head, careful not to displace my mask. Once again, I had left my hair free to caress my bare shoulders and back, the physical slide of the soft tresses adding to my carnal pleasure.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His voice rumbled deep in my ear as his hand slid up my naked hips to cup my breasts from behind.
I remained still, not sure how to
respond as I’d grown unused to compliments or tenderness. I’d not been called beautiful since my father died.
He plucked at my nipples and I leaned back into his heat, eager to feel the press of his massive frame, to relish the weight of his strong body covering my own, to feel the thick heat of his cock filling me up.
He turned us in tandem so I faced the large bed. The white silk sheets beckoned and I crawled forward, sure to taunt him with the soft sashay of my hips, a glimpse of my eager, wet pussy. My bottom tingled, reminding me of the bright pink display I surely offered, and I imagined the imprint of his hand on the pale mounds.
As I reached the top of the bed, I turned to lie on my back and waited for him to join me.
I didn’t wait long. He discarded his clothing, leaving his own mask in place while I admired the solid wall of his chest, the rippled muscles of his abdomen, the thick mass of his hard cock as he climbed up after me. He crawled up and over the bed until his strong body covered me.
As he settled over me, his delicious weight drove me into the bed and his lips claimed mine. A kiss unlike any other. He kissed me as though he would spend hours exploring my mouth, learning my taste. But his cock settled between my legs and my need stifled all other sensation. I rubbed against him and tried to tilt my hips enough to claim his cock, to slide my wet folds into just the right position for him to fuck me.
Once his cock entered me, he’d be mine. He’d surrender his tenuous control and fuck me hard and fast, the way I wanted. I had no doubt. I just needed to get him there.
He pulled away with a grin. “Tsk, tsk, love. You don’t get my cock until I say.”
I pouted, not able to help it. “You’re trying to kill me slowly. Please. Fuck me. I need you inside me.”
I shifted and rubbed my wet folds up and down his hard length.
“Please, Dorian. Please.” I lifted my hands up over my head and wrapped my fingers beneath the carved headboard, offering my body to him without reservation. “Please. Make me yours.”
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