by Randi Darren
Fit, lean, muscular—she was every bit the bandit fighter he’d expected.
Her bust and hips weren’t as feminine as Riley's or Sylvia's, but she wasn’t flat and narrow either.
Curiously, her nether region looked bare, shaved.
I wonder if she does that normally, or if she did it for this? Interesting.
Sliding out from behind his desk, Alex moved the chair to one side, making room.
“Go ahead and put your palms on the desk, and bend over for me,” Alex said, his hands idly unhitching his belt.
Carla’s eyes were flat and her mouth turned up in a frown, but she didn’t seem afraid or nervous.
Marching past him, she placed her hands flat on the desk and then bent forward over it.
Alex pulled his belt free and let it drop, along with his pants and underwear, to the ground.
Stepping out of his house slippers, he kicked the pile to the side and walked up behind Carla.
Her rear was much like the rest of her, firm and muscular. Gingerly, he let his fingers trail across her lower back and down her side.
Carla flinched away, drawing in a sharp hiss of breath.
“Oh? Are you ticklish or just that excited?” Alex murmured, smiling.
“Be silent and hurry up.”
“Well, I won’t be doing either of those.”
Taking hold of his fully erect member in his right hand, he eased up behind her.
He laid his left hand to her hip, her body flexing away from his touch before settling back into place. She hadn’t moved away as far this time.
All along her back, he could see her skin rolling with goosebumps.
Curiouser and curiouser.
Pressing the tip of his manhood to her entry, he paused, expecting a reaction.
As if the touch were electric to her, Carla shifted forward several inches.
“Now, now, go ahead and come back this way,” Alex commanded.
“Damn it,” Carla muttered.
“You could have chosen any number of other options, Two. You chose this.
“Now bring that lovely ass of yours back this way.”
Carla shivered once and eased back towards him.
“Other options, my ass.”
“You could have said no. You could have arranged a courier. You could have waited until we were in the area. In fact, you probably could have sent them a letter and had them come this way.
“You chose what you chose. Or as you said, you chose your ass.”
Carla’s head dipped down, but she didn’t respond. She didn’t seem surprised or shocked at his words.
Which means she considered all that and discarded those choices?
Carla’s hips were back to where they'd been before.
Alex leaned forward an inch and gently dug his tip into her opening. He trailed it up and down through her slit. Several passes and then he aimed downward.
Pushing forward, he got the head wedged into the hood of her clit, stretching it a little bit.
Looking up, he watched as Carla shuddered, her shoulders quivering.
Pulling up on his shaft, he slid the head up into her opening and paused.
“Now, Two, I need you to move backward and put me inside. This was your choice after all, so I’ll have you make the first move,” Alex said.
Setting his right hand on her other hip, he idly gave her sides a soft squeeze.
“You’re awful,” Carla mumbled.
“Maybe so. Now… if you would, Two?”
Nothing happened.
“Two?”
“Fine, fine already. Stop talking,” Carla said, her voice speeding up.
With a shaking breath, Carla started moving towards him.
Alex stood there, staring down her well-toned back as he felt her wet warmth slowly envelop him.
He glanced down and watched as his length vanished into her.
At the same time, he noted that she wasn’t dry, nor overly wet. Her insides seemed moist and somewhat willing.
He had expected her to be completely dry.
He wondered if somewhere in her head, this appealed to her on some level.
“That’s incredibly nice,” Alex said when Carla had pressed her rear end into his lap, his length buried completely inside her to the hilt. “Now, go ahead and move forward, then come back again. I think you can lead for a while.”
“Are you fucking serious?”
“No, I’m fucking you,” Alex said and patted her hip. “Get a move on, Two, unless you want someone to interrupt us and make it so we get to start over.”
Carla grunted and started to move forward, then back towards him again.
Slowly, she worked him in and out of herself. Moving her hips and body as he’d told her. His girth filling her with each pass.
Sweat started to pop up and make her back glisten.
As subtly as he could, Alex pulled and pushed at her, building up her speed incrementally.
Before long she had a steady rhythm, his shaft gliding through her up to the hilt and back out again.
A minute or two passed with her doing all the work. She looked to be lost in her methodical thrusting.
“Good work, Two. Really good work, I can take it from here. Just go ahead and lay your head down on the desk,” Alex said, reaching up to press his right hand to the middle of her shoulder blades.
His voice broke into whatever place she’d gotten herself to, and her body trembled.
Slowly, under the gentle insistence of his hand, she lowered her chest and head to the desk.
“Good girl. Good girl, Two. Good girl,” Alex said soothingly, petting her back and shoulders. “You’re doing wonderfully. I appreciate your leading, and you felt great. Amazing, even.”
Reaching up, he carefully shifted her hair to one side so he could see the side of her face.
One light-brown eye watched him, her face neutral otherwise.
Taking a firm grip on her hips with both hands, Alex quickly found the speed she’d been at earlier, pulling at her bodily.
Carla didn’t resist in any way, but he couldn’t quite determine if she was helping either.
The wet swish of him repeatedly entering her grew louder as he built up more speed, the soft pat of his lap clapping with her bottom audible.
Before he could stop himself, he sank his fingers into her hips, pressed deep into her, and came. His climax sudden and wild.
Pushing her up against the desk and down at the same time, he thrust into her over and over as his member flared inside her.
Carla shuddered, turning her face into the desk where he couldn’t see her.
Pumping into her several more times, Alex finished up, filling her with his seed.
Reaching down, he stroked her back gently.
“Great job, Two. You’re a very good girl.”
With a satisfied sigh, he pulled himself out of her depths. Taking a few steps backward, he sat down in his chair.
Looking to Carla, he couldn’t help but smirk.
Seed seeped and dripped out of her immediately. He watched as it started to dribble down her inner thighs.
Damn, filled her right up.
“Did you have to do it inside me?” Carla groused, closing her legs and standing up. “Couldn’t have just aimed it elsewhere? It’s bad enough to be your whore, worse if you knock me up.”
Carla turned around and covered her chest and privates with her hands, shuffling over to her clothes.
Ah, thats actually a concern now, isn’t it? Is there a Plan B in this world? Or birth control, for that matter? They invent a condom yet?
Birth control is not viable through the use of this world's version of condoms, as they are all permeable.
The only valid form of control at this time is Mother’s Bane, which can be purchased from any apothecary, though the price is not manageable by the lower classes.
This is effective as both preventative care and post-copulation.
Huh. Thank you, random in
formation from a strange source that I really should question if I ever get the opportunity.
“Tell you what. Since you willingly chose this, I’ll be the one to take the cost of Mother’s Bane. I’ll have a servant pick it up with the pretext of getting ready for the ball.”
Carla didn’t say anything, but watched him over her shoulder. Then she looked away from him. She was trying to get dressed as quickly as she could on the other side of his desk.
Leaning back into his chair, Alex felt better. Pulling open a desk drawer, he peered in to see the state of his soul crystal.
It was pitch black.
Apparently at some point, his deals with Carla had filled up his quota.
Perfect.
“For what it’s worth, Two. That was really good. Definitely what I needed,”Alex said, settling back into his chair and closing the drawer.
“Fuck you.”
“I mean, I’m kinda tired, but we could go again later if you want. It was very worthwhile and I’d be up for it.”
Apparently, that had been one smart-ass comment too many, because Carla stopped what she was doing and glowered at him.
***
Alex kept himself from sighing and managed to work up a smile.
The pretty young airheads in front of him giggled and tittered, all vying for his attention.
They were tiring.
Insipid.
Stupid to the point of being damaging, and each clearly working her charm for all it was worth to be his wife.
All in all, he wasn’t interested.
Blessedly, the dinner gong sounded.
Alex jumped up out of his seat and practically ran into Carla as he sped off for the dining hall.
Behind him, he could hear dark chuckling.
“Are you running away?” Carla asked, catching up to him.
“Damn right I am,” Alex said.
“They’re just idiots.”
“That’s the problem.”
Turning the corner, he entered the hall and saw a long table in the center.
Wanting to limit who could be near him, he took the corner of a table. It meant having to sit next to one less person.
They were the first into the hall and no one else was nearby.
“Coward,” Carla hissed, taking up position behind him.
“Shut up, or I’ll think up some way to get you bent over the desk again.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Still a coward.”
“Uh huh,” Alex said. Changing the subject, he glanced back at her. “I haven’t seen any problems. Have you?”
“One. But she’s kept her distance so far.”
“One? I didn’t notice anyone t—”
“You wouldn’t. That’s the point. Now shut your gob.”
Alex closed his mouth with a click, looking around himself.
Women were taking their seats, a new group politely pushing their way into the chairs directly around him.
He wasn’t the only bachelor at this ball; he just happened to be the designated target.
On his right, at the head of the table, a blonde with more in her chest than in her head smiled at him as she took her seat.
Across the way sat an equally vacant redhead.
To his left, a black-haired woman in a green dress sat down demurely and ignored him.
Interesting tactic. Can’t deny I’m curious.
Alex eyed the woman, wondering what she was about.
Everyone else up to this point had been so flagrantly desperate that he couldn’t help but be disinterested.
“That’s the one,” Carla whispered in his right ear, practically pushing her lips into it. “She’s not like the rest.”
Unable to keep himself from shivering, he poked Carla in the chest and pushed at her.
She left without another word, taking up her station again.
Well, that makes sense. The one who isn’t playing the same game is the one to watch out for.
I wonder what Carla noticed, though. She doesn’t seem out of the ordinary, other than that she's ignoring me.
A servant swept through and put a bowl of soup down in front of him, along with a glass of wine.
“And what, pray tell, is this?” Alex asked no one, picking up the soup spoon.
Taking a hesitant sip, he found it was over seasoned for him, and seemed to have some type of tomato base.
Setting the spoon down beside the bowl, he decided he’d rather not try his hand at it.
He had nightmares of being up late at night from eating something that didn’t agree with him in a world that probably didn’t wash its hands enough.
The blonde and the redhead tried to engage him in conversation, to which he merely smiled and nodded his head.
Offering up nothing.
This ball had happened too quickly for anyone who might not be under the king’s thumb to appear.
Everyone here was more than likely in his circle, in his extended circle, or a hireling.
Alex had no desire to participate.
Something warm slid up between his legs and firmly grasped his junk through his pants.
Managing somehow to school his response, Alex glanced down to see a woman’s hand in his lap under the tablecloth.
Following it to the left, he found the woman in green. She caught his eyes and then looked away.
Certainly the direct approach.
Turning his seat partially and spreading his knees apart, he squared up to the woman in green.
Her skin wasn’t quite pale, but definitely on the lighter side. Though a fine amount of coloring here and there hinted at something else in her genetic background.
She had black hair and from the single glance he saw, hazel-colored eyes. Her figure wasn’t overflowing like some other women's around the table, but she was definitely endowed enough to hold a man's attention.
“Hello, miss. My name’s Alex. Alex Brit.”
The dark-haired woman threw him a look, realized he’d turned towards her completely, and slowly faced him.
“Hi, Alex,” she said, giving him a bright smile. “I’m Valeria, Valeria Marsh.”
“A pleasure to meet you,” Alex said. Slowly, he crossed his ankles, one over the other, giving her the best possible angle to do whatever she wanted under the table.
If she dared.
“The pleasure is all mine, Count Brit,” she said, giving him a squeeze through his pants.
I suppose if it wasn’t me, and I was the sad sack of shit who used to be Alex Brit, this would be all that would be needed for a roll in the bed.
Someone did their homework.
This is a bit too forward for a noble lady. Even an idiotic one.
“You don’t seem interested in your appetizer?” she asked, indicating his soup with her free hand.
“Didn’t tempt me. I’m afraid I needed something with a bit more green to it, less red,” Alex said. “I’m sure I could sink my teeth into something like that.”
“Oh?” asked Valeria, her cheeks coloring lightly. She ran a finger along the half-erect length in his pants.
“As if you’re one to talk, though; you didn’t even dirty your spoon in the soup.”
“I’m afraid I wasn’t terribly interested in it either. I found something more to my liking elsewhere. Something with some more meat to it.
“Thicker.”
“Ah, I think I can definitely feed you something big enough to choke on. If you’d still be interested later on this evening, that is.”
“I have no doubt I’d be interested. Though that seems like an awfully long time from now, doesn’t it? Things do change.”
Alex glanced over at Carla, who had been watching over him, and the situation, without a word.
“Carla, clear a path for myself and Valeria; we’re leaving,” Alex said.
The armed and armored ex-bandit hesitated for a moment. He guessed it was because he'd used her name.
Suddenly, her eyes snapped down to his as the name
registered.
“Yes, m’lord,” Carla said. Spinning on her heel, she marched towards the door, people moving out of her way as she went.
Reaching into his lap, he grasped Valeria's hand and pulled her to her feet as he stood up, dragging her out of the hall.
Well, time to find out what she really wants.
I wonder if I have a dungeon in the mansion?
Chapter 8
“Drat, one second. I need my coat,” Valeria said, brushing her hand against Alex’s forearm.
Alex gave her a tight smile and stood next to his coach, watching her dart back inside.
“Two, as soon as we have her alone in my room, I want you to get something around her neck.
“Preferably something that’ll keep her from doing anything, and without harming her,” Alex said.
“Are you sure about this? What if she really just wants you to mount her like a cat in heat?”
“Yeah, the moment we’re alone. Do it.”
“And what exactly did you have in mind for me to use, by the way? I mostly just kill people.”
“Something firm. Pretty solid. A broom. Spear. Rolling pin, I dunno. Something you can get up under her throat to cut the blood-flow from her brain while I disarm her.”
“Fine. I’m going to put on my brigandine first. Just in case she goes to stab me.”
Alex didn’t respond. It’d be awkward if they were talking when Valeria finally returned.
When it was taking longer than it should, Alex turned and got into the carriage.
“Whatever, let’s get out of here, Two. I’m not waiting.”
No sooner had the door to the carriage shut behind him that he heard someone calling out.
Several heartbeats later, the door opened and Valeria got in.
She was dressed as she had been previously, but with a pale green coat wrapped around her shoulders.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, taking a seat next to him in the coach. “A friend spotted me and was trying to find out what was going on. I had to get rid of them first.”
“Nothing problematic, I hope?” Alex asked.
“Not in the least. Now… where were we?”
Her hand slipped down between his legs again. Her fingers immediately pressed into his shaft and started to massage him.
The ride back to the mansion was blessedly swift. Though not fast enough by half. By the time they rolled up to the house, Alex swore he was drowning in his need.
