by Diana Ames
He knelt on the bed, moving between her open legs. He was surprised to find that he had the intense urge to taste her nether juice. It wasn’t something he normally did, and the few times he had done it left him feeling dirtier than usual. But the urge was strong, and Gilly had never made him feel unclean.
Parting her pussy lips, Anton leaned in and flicked her clit lightly with his tongue. He smiled at Gilly’s husky groan, and he did it again. She tasted sweet and fresh. He licked up and down her slit. When he began sucking gently, a hoarse cry escaped her lips. Anton looked up startled. It wasn’t a cry of pain, but he enjoyed it nonetheless. He delved back into her cunt, burying his face inside her folds. He wanted to make her scream.
Gilly did scream. With only a few strokes of his tongue, a little more sucking, and one bite on her clit, she saw stars. Her body felt like it had been lit up with fireworks, and she screamed with pleasure until her throat was dry.
Anton could take no more. His cock felt like it was about to explode. He rose up to his knees and positioned himself at her entrance. With one swift thrust, he plowed into her tight hole.
She screamed again, but this time, it was with pain from his sudden invasion. She refused to stop him. Even through the pain, her body could sense the pleasure waiting for her.
Anton began moving inside her, pulling out and pushing back in quickly. With each stroke, she could feel his balls slapping against her still sore ass, exciting her even more.
“You saved this for me?” Anton questioned as he fucked her, panting hard between each of his words.
“Just for you,” Gilly told him. “It’s only ever been for you. Always yours.”
With her words, Anton came. It was such an intense orgasm that he felt like the head of his cock was rupturing. He’d never felt something this good before. After a moment, he collapsed on top of her.
After nearly ten minutes of lying atop Gilly, Anton rose to his feet. Without a look or a word to her, he left the room. He dressed hastily and then fled to his own apartment.
Still lying on her bed, Gilly stared at the ceiling, feeling more alone than ever before.
CHAPTER FIVE
Damian found the dial on the wall with ease. After all, he’d spent many hours in this room. Soft gas lighting illuminated the room. When he turned back to face Sandra, the sheer terror was evident on her face. Damian walked over to her and gently took her face in his hands.
“You have nothing to fear in here,” he told her softly. “Being submissive doesn’t mean allowing yourself to be abused.” Moving to stand beside her, he wrapped one arm around her bare shoulders. “If there is something in here that frightens you or causes you pain with no pleasure, you only have to express yourself.”
He guided her over to the wall with wrist shackles. He placed one in the palm of her hand.
“Feel this. The inside is padded with the softest fur. These are used to heighten the experience for both partners, not to punish or humiliate the one bound. They can assist a submissive with releasing control, and they can assist a dominant in bringing pleasure. They are used for enjoyment.”
He watched as she examined the shackles. As her fingers glided over the smooth fur, she had a thoughtful look, and he was glad to see something other than fear.
She dropped the cuff and looked up at him. “Teacher,” she said hesitantly, “may I ask questions?”
“Normally, the answer to that would be no,” Damian told her. When her face filled with fear again, he continued, “However, to help ease your fear, in this circumstance, you may ask without worry of reprisals.” He kept his voice soft and soothing. He needed her trust. He wanted her trust.
“I can feel how these are soft, but what if the dominant does something I do not wish? I would still be chained,” Mellissandra said, not looking at him.
“The biggest part of being submissive is having total trust in the one dominating you.” Damian sighed. “That trust must be earned, and I do not expect it blindly, especially after your introduction here. However, in cases of enchainment, a submissive is often given a word to say, a safe word, to signal that she has reached her limit.”
“Oh,” Mellissandra said softly. She didn’t know if she would completely trust anyone here. They’d locked her in a room with no clothes, no food, and no wood for the fire.
“Come¸ let us examine more in the room and see if we can ease some of your fear,” Damian said. He led her to the toy wall. “These are nipple clamps,” he told her, picking up a clip-looking thing. “We start with the least amount of pressure and then build on that. It does sting at first, but there is a thin line between pleasure and pain.”
Mellissandra swiftly looked up at him. The word pain sent a shiver through her. She looked at the item in his hand. The one he held was smooth, but she saw others on the shelf that had teeth. She took the one from his hand and opened the clamp. Sticking her finger between the smooth ends, she allowed it to close. It doesn’t seem too bad. It pinched a little, but it wasn’t what she would call painful.
“Okay,” she said, “that doesn’t seem like it would be too bad. The others look a little scarier though.” Taking a deep breath, she pointed at a strange-looking whip hanging from a hook. “But what about that? That can only be made for hitting.”
“That is called a flogger, little one. Yes, it is made for hitting and also for spanking. This particular flogger is padded. Although you will still feel a sharp sting, no real damage is done to your skin or flesh.” Damian picked up the flogger and smacked it against his open palm. “It brings the blood to the surface of the skin, making you more sensitive. As we get into the more sensual aspects of your training, you will understand that this heightens pleasure. There is nothing a dominant loves more than giving his sub pleasure.”
“What about that one?” Mellissandra asked boldly. The whip in question had a long handle with an even longer cord. At the end, it split into several cords that had knots at the end.
“That is a baby cat,” Damian told her. “Some women and men enjoy pain more than others. Until we explore your limits, we won’t know if that is something that we will use or not. You have no need to fear, Sandra. If the whip frightens you, we will not use it.”
Damian could see that he’d given her much to think about. Her brow was creased, and he worried that he’d overwhelmed her again. There was only one more thing he could do to alleviate her fears. It was the one thing he’d been dying to do since he’d seen her in the interview room.
“Come, little one, that’s enough of this room for now,” Damian said, leading her out of the room. “I will leave this door unlocked in case you want to explore it more on your own.”
Damian led her to the bed and gently pushed her face down. When she tried to sit up, he held her in place. “We’re going to talk while I give you a massage, little one. We’re going to start building trust,” Damian told her while taking her foot in between his hands. “I know you’re a virgin,” he said softly, “but tell me, have you ever kissed a man?”
“Not…not in a sexual way,” she whispered, distracted. She hadn’t known hands on her feet could feel so good. “I’ve never had a boyfriend or anything like that.”
His hands were moving up to her calf, stroking gently. She would have to be careful and not relax too much. She couldn’t reveal that she’d lied on her application.
“So, you are a virgin in all ways then,” he murmured. “How delightful you are!” Damian marveled at how soft and silky her skin felt beneath his rough hands. He could barely wait to slide his fingers into her hot pussy again.
They were both startled from their quiet interlude by an obnoxious beeping coming from his pocket. Jerking his hands away from her, he pulled his two-way radio out. He cursed softly under his breath as he read the text message flashing across the screen. Training would have to wait. Jenalynn Felix was awake.
Damian replied to the text message and turned back to Sandra. She was sitting up, watching him intently. She looked frigh
tened again. He schooled his features quickly and sat beside her on the bed.
“Little one, it seems we have been interrupted once again,” Damian said. “I must go for now, but I will return when I finish my business.” Damian ran his hand down her long red hair, finding it as lush and soft as he’d expected. “You should have enough wood and food to keep you sustained until I return. There are books for your entertainment and education in the bedside tables.” Damian planted an open mouth kiss on her shoulder. “Don’t read too much. I don’t want you to frighten yourself with things you don’t understand.”
Damian rose to his feet. He knew he had to leave. He had things that had to be attended to. If he sat next to her gloriously naked body much longer, he wouldn’t leave until he laid her back and tasted every inch of her.
Damian looked at her one last time before going through the large wooden doors. He’d never found it so difficult to leave a woman. He wasn’t sure he liked the pull she had on him. It was a feeling he’d never experienced before.
***
Mellissandra incredulously watched him leave. She couldn’t believe he’d just walked out. She wasn’t sure why she was angry, but she supposed it could have something to do with the tingling between her legs or the uncomfortable feeling in the pit of her stomach. She jumped to her feet and began pacing around the room.
“Enough wood and food indeed,” she muttered to herself.
What if he forgets about me again? How dare he just leave me here! Her anger was rising to the surface, but she was helpless to stop the feelings coursing through her blood.
“Who does he think he is? To walk out and leave me like I’m just some…” Her own voice stopped her in her tracks.
She realized that she was just another woman who’d applied for this position. She’d agreed that he could do anything he wanted to her.
Rumors of the amount of women the prince had been through in the last year, searching for his life partner, had been the talk of the little town outside the castle walls. It was one of the reasons she’d thought she could get away with her plan. He hadn’t kept a woman beyond a month in all that time. None of the women he’d rejected had returned to town, so there was no confirmation to the rumors. But more interviewees were accepted every few months, so there had to be some truth to them.
Mellissandra had been sure if she could pass the interview, she could find a way to get money or something valuable to take back to her family when the prince kicked her out. Or if he did want to keep her for a while, she’d hoped to smuggle something of value to them. Her virginity seemed a small price to pay to save her brother’s life although he wouldn’t agree.
“Mellie, I don’t know what you’re planning, but please stop.” Brady wheezed. It was a struggle for him to even speak these days.
“I don’t know what you mean, Brady,” Mellissandra said. She rinsed the sponge she was using to bathe him. “I’m planning on finishing your bath. You stink, little brother,” she told him with a smirk.
Brady was getting worse, but Mellissandra was determined to treat him the same as always. She wanted him to feel as normal as possible so that he didn’t give up. She knew he could beat the cancer as long as he continued to fight. But it was so hard to see him so weak when just a year ago, he was running and playing sports and tormenting her as little brothers should do. Now, at fourteen, he looked aged and tired, like an old man at the end of his life.
“I heard you talking to father last week. I know you’re planning something, Mellie,” he said. “I don’t want you to do anything for me. You do too much now.” Brady hated the sickness that ruined his once healthy body. He hated that he couldn’t get out of bed to use the toilet or take a shower on his own. He hated that he was too weak to even feed himself the little food he managed to eat each day. What he hated the most was everything his family was sacrificing to care for him. Some days he wished he would just hurry up and die, so they could get on with their lives.
Mellissandra just ignored him and went about washing his legs and feet. When she turned around to rinse the sponge again, she tried to hide the trembling in her hands. She could hear the defeat in his voice. He was giving up. When she turned around again, she gave him a fierce look.
“Listen to me, you ungrateful brat,” she shouted at him. “I’m not doing anything I don’t want to do!” With her redheaded temper flaring, she threw the sponge at his skinny chest. “We are all doing everything we can because we love you. The least you can do is be thankful that you have a family that loves you and fight this damn illness.”
The stricken look he gave her was like water being thrown on the fire of her temper. She’d tried so hard to keep her anger inside, especially around Brady. It was true. Her whole family was suffering because of his disease, but no one felt it more than Brady himself. He was in constant pain, he’d lost so much weight that he was just skin and bones, and he’d been forced to lose all sense of modesty and pride.
“I’m so sorry, Brady,” Mellissandra mumbled, picking up the sponge off his chest.
“Don’t be sorry, Mellie. That’s the first time you’ve treated me normally since I’ve had to take to this bed.” Brady let out a jagged sigh. “Just don’t do anything stupid, sister.”
Mellissandra was snapped out of her memories by loud crackling from the fireplace. She glanced over and watched the log, once thick and strong, give way and break in half from the fire consuming it. She couldn’t help but wonder if it was prophetic, a way to remind her not to be consumed by her anger. Or is it a reminder not to be consumed by the man I only know as Teacher?
***
After wallowing in his scent for almost an hour, Gilly dragged herself out of bed and went to the bathing chamber. The sting in her ass was gone, but it was replaced with pain between her thighs. She knew he’d fucked her hard, and she couldn’t help but revel in his possession. Somehow, even when he’d been spanking her, she’d sensed he was being gentle.
Gilly ran a bath, hoping the warm water would ease the ache in her pussy. She feared though that nothing would ease the ache in her heart. He’d left her without a word. He’d just gotten up and left.
She understood though. She’d always understood him. She’d understood when he’d cried in her arms at age seven, realizing it wasn’t normal to still be drinking from his mother’s breast. She’d understood when he’d still done it at age ten because he didn’t have the strength to tell his mother that it was unnatural. She’d understood when he’d brought animals to her, each one more injured than the last. She’d even understood when she couldn’t save one. And, at age eighteen, she’d finally understood why she had to leave the castle.
When her father had examined her because she was having pain in her lower stomach, he’d discovered that she still hadn’t started her woman’s flow. He’d called on a gynecologist to examine her, and they’d found out her womb was shriveled and diseased, so it had to be removed. She couldn’t bear heirs to continue the royal lineage, so she could not become a wife to the man she had loved since childhood.
Gilly had returned to the castle only at her father’s dying request. She had not intended to stay, but when she’d seen how lost Anton had become, she had no choice. If she could ease his distress by being his confidant once again, then she would suffer her love in silence. She would care for his life partner when he got around to taking one. She would deliver his children into the world even though she would be distraught because she could not carry them in her body. And she would protect him from his own destructiveness.
Except now, in one short hour, he’d resurrected all her old hopes and dreams. He’d stripped her clothes from her body and possessed her in ways she’d only imagined. And when it was over, he’d run from her, confused. He’d run from the one person he’d always run to. She prayed that he would not run for long. Gilly couldn’t bear it if his gentleness with her caused him distress or caused him to stay away from her.
Hearing her telephone ringing, Gilly rose from t
he bath. Some of the soreness had abated, and she moved easier. Grabbing a towel, she made her way to her bedroom to answer the persistent ring. The thought that it could be Anton made her move faster although she didn’t get her hopes up. He never called. He just came by.
After listening to the voice on the other end of the phone for less than thirty seconds, Gilly grabbed her clothes and got dressed as quickly as possible. She didn’t even bother brushing her hair. She had to get to medical immediately. Jenalynn Felix was awake.
***
Gilly arrived in the medical wing to hear hysterical screaming. She glanced around and saw the staff racing toward Jenalynn’s room. She followed them and pushed her way through the crowd. The blonde was still lying face down on the massage cot, but instead of sleeping quietly, she was screaming her head off.
“Everyone out!” Gilly ordered.
It was no surprise when everyone jumped to do her bidding. In addition to being the head of the medical unit as her father was, it was well-known that Gilly was distantly related to the prince and that she associated with him frequently.
“Now,” she said turning to the blonde, “if you don’t stop that infernal screaming, I’m going to have to sedate you.” Gilly’s voice was loud but not harsh. Obviously, the woman was terrified and, no doubt, in serious pain. “Tell me why you were screaming like that,” Gilly said as the woman’s screams morphed into quiet sobs.
“I…I…I don’t know,” Jenalynn said with a whimper. “That man…I just got the feeling that he was going to hurt me.”
“That man was a nurse, and you are in a hospital. Do you know why you are here? Do you remember how you got here?” Gilly asked.
“My back feels as though it’s been set aflame,” she said through her tears. “And my head hurts terribly. Was I in an accident?”
“I want you to think back to the last thing you remember. Tell me your name, age, and family.” Gilly was fishing for information, looking for any sign that the woman had lied on her application.
