“I look forward to your story.”
He gave me one last kiss and turned away to rise. I leaned on an elbow and watched him prowl around the room, retrieving his pants and pulling on a shirt.
“I’ll escort you back now if you’re ready.” His words were more a statement than a question and I got up, finding on my robe lying on the end of the bed, but not before he gave me a lecherous grin that bespoke of a sweet promise for later.
Chapter Nine
I opened a new Word document and saved it. The Warlord and the Virgin. The fun was about to begin.
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Prologue
“I’ll take her as my prize.”
The warlord pointed at me and I could not help but let a gasp escape my trembling lips. He was so intimidating that I was quaking at the thought of what he might do to my virginal body. He was massive and wore a suit of impregnable armor that added substantially to his considerable bulk. I stood surrounded by my ladies-in-waiting and I felt their worry, for their faces were aghast with concern and deep-seated shock. We were a conquered people and we must submit. The words of my mother rang in my ears.
“Take another in her place. I beg you, my lord!” my nanny exclaimed, her voice shrill with worry.
“No! I want her.”
He was not to be dissuaded and he bore his horse across the fifty feet that separated us and leaned down to grab me, pulling me kicking and screaming onto his horse, settling me in between him and the front of his saddle where there was little room. I felt his hot flesh pressing into mine while his rough hands surrounded me as he bore me away from the only home I’ve known in my sixteen scant years.
Chapter One
He set me down on the ground outside his castle. The ride had warmed me considerably, though I was chafed from riding a horse astride. No high-born woman would think to do such a thing and my tender thighs ached from the unaccustomed exposure. I pulled myself up to my diminutive height of just over five feet and gave him my most commanding look.
“I wish to be shown to my quarters.”
“We will share quarters, princess.”
“No! I forbid it!” I stormed at him. I was noble-born and would not be subjected to such things. I was Princess Rose, not a low-born woman of questionable reputation.
“You have no choice, princess. If you do not do as I ask I will take away all your comforts, including your vast wardrobe, until you stand naked in all your glory before me. Is that understood?”
I stamped my foot in rage. No one could talk to me like that and live to tell the tale.
Chapter Two
I was naked and hiding in bed, the covers drawn up to my chin for the oaf had taken away all my clothes as punishment for my disobedience. The warlord advanced into the room, his armor echoing in the stillness of the chamber, but I ignored his advance, pretending I was fast asleep.
“Get up and take off my armor,” he commanded in a tone that brooked no refusal.
“I cannot. Can you not see that I am naked under here?” My voice wavered though I tried to sound confident.
“Get up or I will give one of your ladies-in-waiting to my soldiers.”
I could not allow someone else to take my punishment. I slipped my naked foot out of the bed and reluctantly followed it with the rest of my trembling body, grateful for the knee-length hair that offered some cover.
I padded across the stone floor that was thankfully covered by thick fur rugs. I was so busy making sure my body stayed covered that I was slow and inefficient at trying to take off any of the warlord’s armor. But after a prolonged struggle, I was able to take off his breastplate. Slowly his strong body emerged until he was down to only a thin cover over his loins. I gulped, feeling faint at the sight of this covering being pushed outward by his massive erection. I might be a maiden, but I knew of such things from observing the antics of others. A part of me was very curious while another was frightened at its massive size. Surely I would not be expected to take such a huge thing into my small body?
“I will wash. Lie down on the bed and wait for me.”
I hurried back to the safety of the bed, hoping against hope he would not come back.
But in a few short minutes he was back, totally naked this time in all his glory. I stared at the fine physical specimen that he was, from his massive shoulders to his trim waist, and then at his fully erect member that taunted me by its existence.
“I cannot, my lord, I cannot do this thing. You will break me in two.”
He gave me a look that said it was not up to me and advanced steadily toward the bed. I shrank back, terrified and yet fascinated at the same time.
He leaned down and pulled me toward him as if I weighed nothing at all. His large hands squeezed my maiden breasts and I was surprised that they began to swell and the nipples began to tighten, sending shafts of exquisite pleasure down to that place between my thighs. It began to quiver and throb there and I was confused as to what the sensation was. I looked at my new lord with fresh eyes. He rolled the nipples between his roughened fingers and thumb and I moaned aloud. His look of satisfaction made me blush hotly and I bit my bottom lip in consternation.
“You like that, princess,” he stated with obvious satisfaction, one hand sliding down my belly and stopping at the junction of my thighs. “Then you will like this even more.” I froze as his fingers touched my most intimate of places, feeling the violation as he pushed a finger up inside my body.
“How dare you!” I managed to whisper, my breath coming quicker now, surprised I had no will to stop him.
“I dare much more than this,” he said, pushing my thighs wide apart and giving me a wicked grin before his face disappeared between them and I felt his tongue touch me where no man had ever touched me.
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The phone buzzing woke me from the story that was just dancing off my fingertips. Whoa. Who knew what had been stored inside my devilish brain? I was damp with desire and a light sheen of perspiration had emerged on my body. How long had I been writing? Imaging Adam as a powerful warlord was awesome. I swiped at my forehead with the back of my hand and picked up my phone with trembling fingers to check who was calling. Julie’s number stared back at me. I hit the Talk button.
“Julie, I meant to call you but I got tied up with something,” I rushed to explain, my words tumbling over each other as I pulled myself back from the edge.
“You’re breathless. Were you working out?”
“Sort of. More importantly, how are you doing?”
“Okay, I guess.”
“Oh no, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing—everything,” she sighed.
“I need facts, girlfriend.”
“I broke up with Evan.”
Crap. This did not bode well. Evan and Julie had been an item off and on for six months, though mostly on.
“When? And is Madison with you?”
“Last night. This morning I went and got my overnight stuff from his place. Now I’m sitting and staring at it. Oh and Madison was called home last night. Her mother insisted on it and you know how she is.”
“Have you eaten?” I groaned inwardly. Without Madison to commiserate with, Julie would be lost. Great time for her mother to suddenly need her, I thought uncharitably, but I knew Madison’s mother all too well. She either totally ignored her daughter or suffocated her.
There was a pregnant pause. “Who can eat? I feel sick to my stomach.”
“I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
“Okay.” She didn’t fight me, which was a bad sign.
I hung up and went to find Martha and let her know I had to leave. If I hurried, I could be back before the dinner party. It was just the two Russo brothers and their dates. Adam was basically entertaining them this week. Adam. I’d better let him know. Ten minutes later I was headed by taxi to the apartment.
I got out in front of our run-down but still respectable building, paid the driver and took the front steps two at a time into
the high-rise’s small foyer. I waited impatiently for the noisy elevator to arrive on the sixth floor and was soon unlocking the front door of the small apartment that Julie and I shared.
A very pale Julie sat perched on the sofa, a tattered old afghan pulled up to her chin. The tissues strewn around told the story. I hurried across the room and gave her a big hug. When I pulled back, she gave me a wobbly smile.
“You need hot tea and your favorite soup. No objections. I’ll make it right now.”
I dashed to the kitchen and dumped a can of chicken noodle soup in a pot, added water and placed it on the stove to heat. Plugging in the kettle, I took a tea bag from the flowered canister to make tea since our microwave had died weeks ago. As I buttered crackers, the kettle began to whistle and I filled the ceramic teapot with the boiling water.
I picked up the tray and headed back into the living room. I set it down on the coffee table and handed the bowl to Julie.
“Eat,” I said, pushing the plate of crackers near her hand and offering her a soup spoon.
She knew better than to object and obediently began to spoon the soup into her mouth. She looked even thinner than she had at the game on Saturday. My anger flared, justified or not, toward Evan. I absently ate one of the buttered crackers as I waited for her to finish the soup, then took the empty bowl from her and went to get our tea from the kitchen.
I pulled two mugs from the cupboard, added milk and then the tea and carted them back to the living room. I handed one to my roomie and sat down beside, drawing my legs up under me.
“Better?” I asked.
She nodded and sipped her tea. At least she had some color now. I waited. She would speak when she was ready.
“Men are such pigs!” she finally said, all her anger exploding into that one statement.
“What did Evan do?”
“He cheated on me, with that bitch Michelle. You know the one—from his study group.”
I knew that Evan Maxwell was studying to be a counselor and he was part of a group that had practice sessions. Sounded as if he took his practice too far.
Julie went on with a bitterness lining her tone, “I caught them kissing in the library—red-handed. He couldn’t deny it. Now, I wonder how long it’s been going on and I feel like such a damn fool.”
“You were always too good for him. He didn’t deserve such a kind, beautiful woman. You’ve well rid of him.” I put in my two cents for what they were worth.
Her eyes filled with tears. “I thought he was the one, Sunday, I really did. Now I don’t know what to do.”
“Well for starters, you’re going to not mope around here all day. It’s reading week and I’ve earning some serious money. I’m thinking that we take in a spa tomorrow, get the works. My treat. You could set it up or I could. I have to work tonight, but I’m usually free during the day.”
“That might be fun.” I got a weak smile for my efforts, but it was a start.
“Have a cracker,” I suggested as I picked up one and savored the taste of real butter. We might stint on a lot of things, but we both insisted on real butter. I sipped my tea while Julie picked up a cracker and nibbled at it.
We drank our tea. The only sound in the room was the light ticking of the clock over the couch as it marked every second of our lives.
“Better?” I finally asked when my time was just about up.
“Yes, and you need to get to work.”
“If you’re sure. I won’t leave you if you’re in a bad way, Julie. You’d say—right?”
“Of course, but you have a job to do tonight. And I have a spa date to plan for tomorrow. Say ten o’clock?”
“Works for me.”
“You haven’t said how it’s going with your new boss? The guy staying true to his word?”
I blushed. Shoot. I didn’t want to get into it, especially now.
Her eyes grew rounder as she looked closely at me. “You hooked up!” she exclaimed.
“Yeah, but he didn’t pressure me or anything. I wanted to,” I admitted.
“But what happens at the end of the week?”
“Nothing. I get back to my life and he gets back to his.”
“You figure it will be that easy.” Her tone was skeptical.
I shrugged. “No choice. I want to be a doctor and he’s a flipping millionaire, for heaven’s sake! We have nothing in common.” Nothing, that is, except spectacular, raunchy, too-amazing-to-be-true sex which I wasn’t going to be detailing anytime soon. What happens in dungeons stays in dungeons.
“You should get going. I’m fine now.”
“Tomorrow will be fun, I promise.”
I gave her a big hug and used my cell to call for another taxi. Half an hour later we pulled into the circular driveway and stopped in front of the castle. Though it was only thirty minutes from my apartment, it was light years away in latitude. Maybe it was best I didn’t have the luxury of time to muse over the state of my life.
I took the grand staircase two steps at a time all the way to my suite. I had a quick shower and applied fresh makeup and dried my hair, leaving it to its usual simple style. I have no ability to do anything other than a simple down-do or a ponytail or a messy braid, hazard of a mother who wanted me to downplay my looks. I was fairly decent at doing my makeup though, thanks to a whole host of lessons from Julie.
Her mother had been a makeup artist in her hometown of Clarksville, Kentucky, and had passed on the skills. Julie worked thirty hours a week in a beauty salon to earn money for her college tuition. I suddenly realized I was in a position to help my friend, that is, if she’d let me. She did have a thing about accepting charity. But I mean, how hard-earned was the money I was receiving, really? Surely I could persuade her that friends help out friends. I know she’d do the same for me if good fortune fell into her lap.
I was barely finished when a brisk knock on my door was followed by the appearance of the resident hunk. Yum, yum.
“Hey, beautiful, you look good enough to eat.” Adam advanced into the room, a smile of greeting lighting his face.
“I was just thinking the same thing,” I said as my mouth went dry at how amazing he looked in his charcoal wool pants and gray crew neck sweater.
“I’m all for an early end to the evening. And then we can zero in on your intriguing fantasy,” he murmured as he drew me into his arms and kissed me, his tongue thrusting into my mouth and making me think of places I wanted invaded.
“I want to see you with your knees raised to your chest, your cunt totally exposed to me. I want to see all of you, watch you leaking my cum. I want to watch your face as I make you come over and over—just for me.”
The words made my pussy clench with need. Oh god, he was good.
His hand slid over my belly and he pushed it between my thighs, his fingers searching for my slit through the folds of the silky fabric of my robe. He found my naked flesh as he worked his way under the edge of my panties and fisted the fragile material. He tore it from my body, leaving me gasping. His forefinger circled my throbbing clit and then traced the outline of my slick inner lips. Pushing two fingers up inside, he expertly rotated them around, not letting up on my clit. My knees weakened and I wanted him inside me. I had to have him.
“Please, please, fuck me. I need you inside me. Now.”
He picked me up and bore me to the bed. I spread my legs wide for him. He took only the time necessary to yank his zipper down, pull out his already hard cock and slide on a condom before slamming it full force into me. It was erotic that we couldn’t wait, that we were still fully clothed. He pulled my robe away, grasped hold of my bra and forced it down under my breasts, making them an offering.
His fingers pulled and tweaked my swelling nipples. He lowered his head and sucked one into his mouth while thumbing and twisting the other into a tight bud of raw nerves. I ran my hand through his damp thick hair and breathed in his delicious fragrance. The actions sent waves of pure pleasure pulsating right to my clit while he massaged m
y channel with the width of his hard cock, stroking in and out of me in full deep thrusts. Pure fucking heaven.
“You make me crazy with lust. Fuck. You’re so hot and wet just for me. This. Pussy. Is. Mine.” He pronounced each word independently, punctuated with a thrust of his hips.
I reveled in the power emulating from his body and his mind. My orgasm was near. Pleasure was building and then it hit. So large it bore me skyward in its wake. And then I was riding the heights of pure sensation as he slammed into my willing cunt one final time before he slumped onto me.
I had come apart and floated away.
Chapter Ten
I floated back to earth a few minutes later as Adam rested heavily against my breasts. We were now officially late for our own dinner party. I rushed to get presentable, no easy task when your lips are bright red from kissing and your body is aglow with a light sheen of sex. No time to shower again. I made do with a quick sponge bath while Adam went to change. I had to make up my own mind as to what to wear and I decided on a short cocktail dress that was flirty and fun. It had a tight bodice and a full circle skirt that fell six inches above my knees. I loved the rich blue fabric that exactly matched my eye color. I swirled in front of the mirror, checking out how it looked, when I heard the door open again and Adam came back in.
A low whistle made me blush. I gave a little curtsy of appreciation.
“You are gracious, kind sir!” I quipped, giving him a broad smile. He wore fresh clothes almost exactly the same as the ones he’d been wearing earlier and looked respectable with his hair brushed back into position. It showed off his handsome profile, making me long to take him back to bed for more than a quickie.
We had no time to waste and made our way down the staircase, headed for the intimate lounge where his guests awaited our arrival. I walked in on his arm, lightheaded from our recent tryst and wishing it was just the two of us tonight. Oh no. The thought brought me up short. Maybe I was enjoying my time with Adam too much?
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