But I wouldn’t.
Not right now.
Right now, I was teaching her a lesson—and it was doubly hard to hold myself back.
“Take the rest of it off,” I told her, watching as she bit her bottom lip and did as she was told. The bra came off first, and then her panties, and as they slid along her legs and fell to the floor, I swore I could smell her.
She wanted me, needed me. She might defend that fucking Victor Grimmstead, but I was the Grimmstead she belonged to, not him. It would never be him; always me.
Pointing to the chair on the left facing me, I said, “Sit.”
Felice reluctantly did so, leaving her spot right before me to do it. She reclined back in the chair, keeping those sweet, tawny legs closed.
“Spread your knees.”
If her cheeks were red before, they were even redder now. Felice was clearly not used to being put on display, for it took her far too long to spread those knees and bare herself to me. Her nipples were pointed, rising and falling on those beautiful, round breasts.
Having her sitting on the chair before me, knowing she desperately wanted me to give her some relief, made my cock ache. Now was not the time for that, though.
“How do you feel?” I asked, knowing damn well how she felt already. Eager. Ready for me. Hot and bothered to the absolute extreme. When she didn’t answer me, I got up. My cock strained behind my pants, but I kept it tucked away, moving to stand beside her, beside the chair. I ran a hand against the side of her head, my fingers tangling in her hair and forcing her neck to bend back. “When I ask you a question, Felice, you best answer.”
“And if I don’t?” she hedged, cocking a brow at me even though I was in the superior position.
“If you don’t, I’ll make you sit here all night like that.”
Her hands held onto the armrests of the chair, and I saw her chest quiver with a quick, short breath.
“So let me ask one more time,” I whispered, releasing my hold on her head. “How do you feel?” I moved back to my desk, fingers curling around the edge of the wood. If I didn’t grip something, I was liable to rush to her.
“I feel…” Felice paused, her voice breathy and airy. She hardly sounded like herself, and I hadn’t even touched her. “This is torture, Lucien.”
I supposed that was as good of an answer as any, because that’s what it was meant to be: torture. Sweet, delicious, sexy torture that she’d remember even when she wasn’t with me.
“Good,” I told her. “It’s meant to be just that. This is your lesson.”
Her fingernails dug into the chair’s armrests. “And what am I supposed to be learning here?” Her chest rose and fell with uneven breaths, lust written across every feature. Baring her all to me, she was the most spectacular thing ever, the woman who literally drove me mad.
All those days, all those nights spent in that room—nothing compared to actually being with her. To feeling her. To knowing that she was real and I was not a man simply imagining his perfect woman.
“That I am the Grimmstead you are to bow to, not Victor,” I spat out his name, hating to bring him up, especially now. Now when she sat naked and quivering before me, her legs spread and her slit glistening. She was a sight, certainly.
Felice’s lips parted, and she had the audacity to say, “If you are made from the same blood, I don’t understand why you hate each other so much.”
“Just because something is a second half doesn’t mean it automatically agrees with the first,” I told her, the muscles in my chest tightening. “Forget everyone else. Right now, you’re mine.” My mind danced with ideas of what I could make her do, what I could do to her, and my cock hardened to steel under my trousers. “Give yourself some relief.”
Her toes clenched, and I swore I saw her thighs tremble. She made no immediate moves to touch herself, but I knew her body heated up at my suggestion.
It wasn’t a suggestion, though. It was an order, and it was one she would heed.
“Imagine me inside of you,” I whispered, my voice low and husky, “filling you up, fucking you over and over until you’re delirious with pleasure. My cock, laying claim to everything you are.” My willpower momentarily weakened, and I ran a hand along myself, over my pants. My cock ached to be freed, to feel her tight, hot cunt around its length. Holding myself back had never been so difficult, truly.
Felice let out a shaky breath, her eyes alight with her imagination as she pictured just that. She said nothing, but I watched as one of her hands released its death grip on the armrest, snaking along her stomach and finding the part of her that surely ached as badly as I did.
Her fingers found her clit, and she began to stroke herself, rubbing small circles and applying the right amount of pressure that drove her mad. She knew how to please herself, and I watched with interest, yearning to tear off my clothes and join her, push myself so far inside her she wouldn’t be able to say much more than my name. Every so often, her fingers dipped lower, gathering some of the slickness seeping out of her and coating her slit.
I observed as Felice brought herself to her brink—quite quickly, too. She certainly did know how to work herself, what felt best on that greedy little nub.
When I saw the signs—when her skin flushed deeper and her movements on her clit became jerkier, more erratic—I called out, “Stop.”
“What? I—” The beautiful, naked Felice was about to argue with me, and I pushed off my desk, rushing to kneel before her and grab her wrist, forcing that hand and those slick fingers away from herself.
“I said stop,” I repeated, the words damn near growled out. The button-down shirt on my chest suddenly felt too restricting, my pants too tight.
“But I—” It would seem she had an inability to close that mouth and listen to directions, so I stood, shutting her up by reaching to undo the belt at my hips. Felice wanted to come, wanted to orgasm and lose herself in the pleasure. This was no lesson if I simply let her have her release so easily, was it?
I took a step back, muttering, “On your knees now, Felice.”
She looked like she wanted to disobey, to touch herself more and come in spite of my commands, but in the end, she was a good girl. She listened to her master—me. Felice brought her knees together, her thighs still trembling as she slid out of the chair and sank to her knees before me.
There truly was no God in a place like this, but staring down at her as I freed myself, I could thank no one but him. Who else could I thank for the feelings inside me? What other reason were we so connected? Though I was not a real man, not born of a woman’s womb, I still felt everything a real man would.
Love. Desire. Hunger. And, on the flip side, all the other nasty emotions that came with being human—anger, obsession, envy. The latter was why we were here, after all, me giving her this lesson. My jealousy toward Victor and the connection she had with him.
My cock sat erect, my shirt untucked and my pants near my ankles on the floor. Veiny and thick, I did wonder how she would fit it into her mouth, but if there was a will, there was a way—and there most definitely was a will.
“Do you need instructions on what to do now?” I asked, hardly breathing as I stared down at her. Her warm, amber eyes flicked between my monster of a cock and up at me, as if she couldn’t quite imagine fitting it into her mouth.
If I had to push, I would.
She’d gone against me countless times so far, and I couldn’t imagine how many more times she’d argue with me in our future. I didn’t want her hurting herself to try to save Payne, nor did I want her to put herself in danger by being alone with Bram. Yes, both those instances had worked out, but that still said nothing of her disobedience.
Finally, Felice shook her head, her gaze focusing on the hard length in front of her. Naked and on her knees before me, she licked her lips before opening that jaw and bringing that beautiful mouth to my tip.
The moment I felt her mouth take me in, inch after inch, I let out a ragged breath. Felice
put my senses on overdrive, my need for her exceeding my need for anything else. Food, water, air? I needed none of it, not as long as I had her.
My hips began to rock along with her, and I held back as long as I could before fisting her hair and driving my cock deeper into her throat. Felice might’ve gagged, but she got used to it. I fucked her mouth like I wished I was fucking her cunt, desperate and rough, all the while hoping she was dripping with desire for me.
The one who would find their release here was me, not her. Hence the fucking lesson.
Hot, searing pleasure rose in my core, my balls tightening with each thrust of my hips, and I lost myself to it, becoming a slave to it. There was no better feeling in the world than Felice’s mouth around my cock, than feeling her tongue glide along its bottom as I rocked in and out. I grunted as I deep-throated her, my fingers tightening their grip in her hair. Bodily bliss surged through me, and I gave into it completely.
The orgasm built within me, unable to be denied its explosive finish. My whole body tensed, my hips rocking my cock past her lips once as cum flooded her mouth and coated her throat. Felice took every bit of seed I had in me, and even after I emptied myself into her, I was loathed to pull out.
My cock was still rock-hard after I withdrew from her, and I watched her as I put myself away, tucking my shirt back in before yanking my belt closed. Felice remained on her knees, waiting for my next order.
Even though I could keep going, even though I wanted nothing more than to push every item off my desk and fuck her against the wood, I held myself back. My arms folded across my chest, and I spoke quietly, “Get dressed.” Felice’s gaze widened, and she was seconds from saying something when I added, “Your boots and the dress. Everything else stays here, with me.”
She shot me a frown, but she didn’t say anything else.
I watched, a type of smug satisfaction growing within me as she dressed. The dress and her boots, nothing else. I wanted her core quivering with each step she took, wanted those nipples to press against the dark fabric and show anyone she came across on her way back to her room that she’d been here, mine.
Felice tossed me a look, her lips a bit puffy, and said nothing else as she spun and left, swaying her hips hard, purposefully drawing my attention to the rounded curve of her ass.
It hurt to watch her go, and not only because my cock was still hard. It hurt to watch her go because, deep down, I knew that this—whatever the hell this was supposed to be—was temporary. This complacency, this happiness, if you could go so far as to call it that, would not last.
Grimmstead would snuff it out just as it did every other happiness anyone on its property felt.
Chapter Five – Felice
The wind between my legs was…a new sensation, that’s for sure. As was the burning in my lower gut due to the fact I didn’t get my release. Lucien got his, the jerk made sure of that, but me? Oh, no. I had to be punished or whatever.
Ugh, really, it just wasn’t fair.
I left Lucien’s office with a frown on my face. That guy could drive me nuts, that’s for sure. Any guy under this roof could, actually; it wasn’t only Lucien who held that power. Never had my body craved a more desperate release before. What he did, making me touch myself in front of him and then forcing me to stop before I was able to come was just cruel. Downright mean.
My feet drew me up the steps, and I walked with a slow, steady pace. I’d definitely need some time alone in the tub tonight—at least that way, I’d finally get my aching core some relief.
That was the plan, but it looked like my plan would be halted.
Koda stood just outside my door, leaning against the stone wall, frowning to himself. The way he stood, I could tell it was Koda and not Bram, and I hoped, prayed to every God humanity believed in, that Bram was not fighting for control. Not yet. I knew I told him we’d work out a system, but not right now. There were too many other things going on right now.
I momentarily forgot I wore nothing under my dress as I stopped a few feet away from Koda. My eyebrows came together, as I had no idea why he’d be here. “Koda,” I spoke, causing his green eyes to snap in my direction, “is everything okay?”
God, I seemed to be asking that question an awful lot lately. Alas, everything was not okay, so I shouldn’t bother to ask anyone that particular question.
He pushed off the wall, turning to greet me. “Yeah, I…” Koda’s voice trailed off, his emerald eyes dropping to my chest, where my nipples sat, proudly on display, poking against the dark grey fabric of the dress.
Oh, yeah.
Even though I kind of wanted to jump Koda—I knew for a fact he wouldn’t deny me my release like some other jerk—I instead folded my arms over my chest. Doing anything with Koda without considering the possible consequences would be rash. Too rash. When Bram was in the picture, and he was always in the picture when it came to Koda, you could never be too careful.
The murderous freak had painted me with his blood, for goodness sakes.
I coughed, and Koda dragged his eyes back up, meeting my impatient gaze. “Right, sorry. I wasn’t looking…” Koda’s cheeks reddened, and he ran a hand through his short black hair, sticking its lengths straight up. “Okay, maybe I was, a bit, but that’s not why I’m here. To ogle you, I mean.” He gulped, as if he’d backed himself into a corner.
I was about to ask him just why he was here, but it was then that someone else waltzed out of my room, as if he’d been welcome to peruse it at his leisure: Victor.
Still wearing the same suit he’d worn earlier, Victor appeared at ease, though quite unimpressed with Koda’s fumbling, “Ah, not the smooth-talker, I see.” He flashed a clean smile, earning himself a scowl from Koda.
Oh, I bet Bram was going crazy, trying to get out and strangle Victor.
Suddenly I felt about as naked as I did on that chair in Lucien’s office. “What are you doing in my room?” I demanded, hoping I looked stern and serious and not blushing like a madwoman who wasn’t wearing any undergarments.
Because I wasn’t; the cool air encircling my lower half was a constant reminder.
“After getting the children into bed, I wanted to see you,” Victor spoke, his hands in his pockets as he walked around Koda’s motionless figure to stand before me. He towered over me, his slender frame more than a foot higher. His clean-shaven face wore an unreadable expression, and even though I had my arms over my chest, he was still able to tell: “I see Lucien got his hands on you, first.”
Koda coughed, saying under his breath, “I shouldn’t be here.” He tilted his head, as if listening to someone talk. “I know, I know. I won’t leave.” At one point in time, I would’ve assumed he was arguing with himself, but now I knew better.
“Yes,” Victor frowned, “Koda is my shadow. Apparently Lucien does not trust me to walk these halls unaccompanied.” He took another step towards me, staring at me so intently I felt an instant burning between my thighs—or maybe that was still because I needed to orgasm. “Perhaps he’s right there. After all, if I were to get you alone, hiding your chest from me would be the least of your concerns.”
I thought about lowering my arms, but then the mental image of both Koda and Victor staring at my pebbly nipples came into my head, so I kept them there.
Just because I was attracted to this man did not automatically mean I’d throw myself at him…even if that’s kind of what happened before.
“Well,” I started, shrugging, “you’ve seen me.”
“No amount of time would ever be enough,” Victor spoke, heaving a soft sigh. “When you are in the picture, it is never enough.”
“Any ideas yet on how to get rid of the children?” I figured bringing up the kids was a surefire way to avoid anything sexual happening right now. “No? Then I think we should call it a night and try again tomorrow.” I didn’t sound too sure about it, though. I kind of sounded like I wanted to invite both Victor and Koda into my room for a nightcap.
Or sex. Whatever.
Victor gave me another smile, bending his top half down in a little bow as he said, “As you wish, Felice.” He said nothing else as he walked off, holding his head high.
“Bram wants to kill him,” Koda muttered, green eyes on me. “But he wants to kill everybody, so…” That much we both knew was true. “I wish I could stay here with you.” He sounded as if he pleaded with me, wordlessly asking me to tell him to stay.
I wanted to, oh, how I wanted to. The heat between my legs wasn’t going away, but… “If Lucien told you to keep an eye on him, you probably should.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Koda was begrudged to say. He leaned in, gave me a soft peck on the cheek, and was off, chasing after Victor.
Though I should focus on getting myself under control, I couldn’t help but call out, “You don’t have to kiss me on the cheek, you know.” I watched as Koda stopped, threw a look over his shoulder, and gave me a dimpled smile that warmed my heart.
“The last time I kissed you on the lips,” Koda told me, “was when the link between Bram and I was the weakest. To stay in control, I…I think I need to refrain from you.” Sadness lingered in his voice, and it hurt me inside to think he would try to keep himself away from me in order to keep Bram locked up.
I said nothing else, silent as Koda left the hall, trailing after Victor. Once I was alone, I let my arms fall to my sides, heaving out the world’s biggest sigh. Koda was probably right. Until everything settled down, now was not the time to egg Bram on.
That would come later. Much, much later.
Time was a strange thing in Grimmstead. It either flew by or it dragged. Sometimes, even, it did both, really confusing you as it went. The children were…let’s just say being in a room surrounded by children took some getting used to. A whole lot of acclimating. Teaching them and tutoring the guys was worlds different.
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