My Lady Compelled

by Shirl Anders

]Chapter Eighteen

  "First," Drummond uttered as he grasped Gabriella's shoulders, pulling her to her feet. "We are going to do it this way." Drummond forcefully turned her away from him, then crowded behind her with one hand snaking over her hip, until he took hold of her naked loins.

  "My god," he groaned, and Gabriella groaned with him, while her spine and buttocks undulated backward against him excitedly. "Bend over," Drummond rasped, not waiting for her as he pushed his chest along her back taking her down across the table. "Have you ever been fucked like this before, Gabriella?"

  "Oh, God no, Drummond, please," she whimpered, catching wads of the tablecloth in fists above her head as Drummond's hands separated her thighs from behind and his fingers began to circle her clit. "Oh, umm-ummm," she moaned excitedly.

  "That's it. Your orchid is so sweet and hot," Drummond murmured huskily as Gabriella felt the scorching head of his cock pushing against the quivering opening of her sex. "And, this begging little entrance is mine."

  "Ohmygod," Gabriella squealed passionately as Drummond filled her with a searing, jarring thrust of his cock, lifting her feet upward as he pumped his massive organ inside her!

  Drummond's cock stretched and stretched her tightly, filling her with blissful pressure and hot torrid friction. Then as he withdrew, she could feel his entire rigid length, like a molten rod of steel, until the plumper crowned-head nearly left her, and then he thrust forward again. "Ah-Ahhh!"

  "That's it, kitten," Drummond panted. "Take all of me." Drummond pumped faster. "All of me."

  "Oh, Drummond-Drummond," Gabriella gasped as Drummond started a staccato rhythm of thrusts, while his fingers smeared hot friction over her throbbing clit. With each rapid pump inside her, Gabriella's bottom rose upward, and her sex speared fire, until she could barely breathe.

  Then, Drummond slowed his fast-flying thrusts, moving his fingers from her impassioned clit to grab her bare buttocks with both hands as he languidly stroked his thick organ deeply inside her, over and over again. The change of tempos was intoxicating and Gabriella squirmed on the length of Drummond's piercing column. Then, he changed position, leaning forward with his hands under her arms and his legs bent so his thighs pushed upward against the back of her thighs.

  "Ohh, God," Gabriella mewled throatily as her bottom plumped upward against Drummond's taut belly with each solid and spearing stroke that he took.

  "You are so tight, kitten," he uttered with labored breath. "Each time I try to leave you, you grab my cock back." Drummond started pumping faster. "So hot and slick." He rotated his hips in a circle with each thrust. "So passionate," he hissed, losing breath as his thighs slapped Gabriella's buttocks faster.

  Gabriella's body slid back and forth on the table, riding her toes up off the floor beneath each of Drummond's powerful thrusts. "Rub — my clit ... Drummond ... please," she begged in breathless pants.

  "Yes," he answered, and then he pulled the scorching heat of his throbbing cock out of her. Making her whimper at the loss, but Drummond lifted her instantly, turning her to face him at the same moment. His lips crashed down over hers and his tongue burrowed deep into her mouth as the momentum of his weight carried her spine onto the table. Instinctively, Gabriella lifted her legs upward with her inner knees catching Drummond's flexing and sinewy buttocks. Drummond tore his lips from hers.

  "Rub your clit, Gabriella, and I will watch while I am filling you." Drummond straightened, hooking her knees behind each of his elbows, spreading her thighs open before him. Then the head of his cock was at her entrance, pushing inside her slowly. "Do it," he commanded with fire in his charcoal eyes.

  "Drummond," Gabriella whimpered, arching her back upward as the sensation of Drummond pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside her made her pant with pleasure.

  "Do it," Drummond commanded roughly again, as he pierced her fully with one powerful thrust!

  "Ah! Ah!" Gabriella could barely breathe as her fingers found her feverish clit and she petted it, piling her breasts up into mounds between her arms as she stretched to reach.

  "Yes," Drummond panted. "Your bare little pussy drives me wild!"

  God, Gabriella was ravishing, Drummond thought ardently as he watched Gabriella's opulent breasts bouncing with each of his stabbing thrusts. He took the heels of Gabriella's feet up to his neck, holding her legs along his chest as he bent forward. He was sweating and he was on fire as he picked up the pace, pumping his jutting cock into Gabriella's contracting sheath of liquid heat that grabbed his cock back with each stroke.

  Drummond turned his gaze to see his engorged shaft sliding in and out of Gabriella's tight vagina as she fingered her clit feverishly. This sight brought him so close to ejaculation that he had to strain to hold back. Waiting for his love ... his life, to climax first as he coupled Gabriella harder and faster and she began to unravel.

  "Oh god-god, Drummond!" Gabriella cried, arching up off the table, quaking.

  Drummond could feel the spasm of Gabriella's orgasm clutching his enamored cock in ripples so hot and tight that it drew up his balls as his vision faded and his belly clenched. "God!" He spilled his seed in an explosion of pleasure that shook him and continued with each slapping thrust he took. Each grind was rapture, gutting him until he could barely stand.

  Finally Drummond slowed, dropping Gabriella's legs to his hips, his cock now limp, but still inside her. Drummond leaned his arms over Gabriella's shoulders as he tried to catch his breath and she began to rub his biceps languidly. She was a kitten stuffed with cream, so dreamy and sated were her lovely eyes. A woman well mated by her man. And what a woman, Drummond thought. God, she was worth everything to him.

  However — he was not through with her yet, Drummond decided with an arrogant grin as he gently lifted both of Gabriella's legs to one side. Curling them up onto the table, while he pressed his hips forward, keeping his partially stiff cock still inserted inside her. Gabriella gave him an endearing, questioning look.

  "Again," he stated.

  "Oh, amour."

  It was well after midnight when Drummond finally carried Gabriella upstairs. They were both nude and he smiled, thinking there was no one to see them. He would have to remember to give his servants the night off more often. He and Gabriella were both happy and well loved. It was a night neither of them would ever forget. He had taken Gabriella on the floor, in the chair, against the wall, and several times over the table, until they were both beyond replete. As happy as he was though, he still had not forgotten their need to talk. That and the present rumble in his stomach announcing its claim that he had gone without dinner. He was therefore pleased, upon entering their bedchamber, to find food waiting in a candlelight offering before the fire.

  "Did you believe that I would starve you?" Gabriella giggled as she stroked his chin. "Although, I can see that I am absolutely no judge at how long these, um – affairs could take, and our food is surely somewhat wilted."

  "Affairs," Drummond murmured as he nuzzled Gabriella's cheek. "As in loving my lady until her knees are weak?"

  "As in that," Gabriella agreed with a smile, while Drummond seated himself in the chair with her in his lap.

  "We shall simply have to salvage, madame," Drummond advised her as he leaned forward to take a cover from one of the dishes. "And, I am so weak you shall have to feed me," he finished looking down to investigate his find. "Apricot tarts! Kitten, how did you know?" Drummond exclaimed, with a deep purr of pleasure.

  "I remember, Drummond," Gabriella replied sweetly.

  Drummond turned his gaze to Gabriella. "You remembered," he barely whispered. He was touched.

  "Everything, Drummond. Every detail," Gabriella replied, kissing his cheek.

  "Lord, Gabriella." Drummond hugged Gabriella to him fiercely. "I do also. Everything ... through all these years." He swallowed hard. "I just could never fathom why you..." Drummond stopped at the tightening in his throat.

  "Oh, Drummond," Gabriella exclaimed softly. "Drummond, I must t
ell you, I can see that." She embraced him tightly. "We were so wronged, my love," she finished in a whisper.

  Drummond tightened his arms around Gabriella as he nuzzled his face into her hair. "Then, we shall eat while you tell me the story, my love."

  "Yes, Drummond, I will tell you all of it."

  The story of events Gabriella told was considerably short for all the wealth of sordidness it contained, Drummond thought sometime later as he lay on the bed. Gabriella had simply cried herself to sleep, tightly embraced in his arms. It seemed that no amount of assurances on his part could completely wipe away the guilt that she wrongly harbored. All over events that had taken place twenty-five years before ... nearly to this day.

  Did Gabriella remember that, Drummond wondered gazing down at her, sprawled comfortably across his chest? Of course she did, he admonished himself angrily. What woman could neglect to remember being raped ... no matter how long ago it had been? Still, he could barely fathom it. Gabriella had been raped these many years ago by her only other suitor at the time, Reginald. She had been ravished in her own bedchamber in the dead of night. She had screamed, but no one had come. Of course not! Reginald had, had the key.

  Gabriella had not revealed that piece of information to him, he had heard Reginald say it. Then there was Gabriella's father — that sick, sly, old bastard. Had he hated Drummond's suit of his daughter that much? It appeared so. At the time Drummond had only been the second son to a duke, not as fine a prospect as Reginald, who was the first son of an earl.

  Greed? Could it all have been for greed, Drummond wondered? Greed of power and of position. He did not know yet, but he would. He would know every detail before he was finished and perhaps then allow this crime to rest. Possibly and nearly certainly he would find things even Gabriella did not know about because he now shared the guilt completely, even though he had not known of it for twenty-five years.

  However, that was the point, wasn't it! How could he not have questioned Gabriella's sudden changing of affections those many years ago? How could he not have been more positive of their love and fought harder as a man convinced of that love? Nay, Gabriella had nothing to feel guilty for!