Kathy tossed the book to one side and sighed. “Right, as if I’m going to find some man to sweep me off my feet anytime soon?”
“Hm, and I’m not enough for you now I suppose?” Pete set his coat over the back of the chair.
“Sorry,I wasn’t talking about you. Just those damn books. There’s always somenoble lord, or highwayman, or pirate, ready to sweep the helplessmaiden off her feet, bind her to his bed and do wicked things to her.”She flashed a smile and pushed up from the couch. Her nipples crinkledand peaked at the sound of his voice. He only had to walk into thehouse and her body was ready for him. Hungry for him. Did he feel thesame way? She hoped so. “I didn’t mean to make it sound as if I wasn’thappy with you. Of course I am. It’s just that…”
“Thatsometimes you’d like something a little different, doesn’t everyone?”He leaned down and snatched up the book then flicked through the pages.“So, what’s for dinner? Anything good?”
Kathy rolledher eyes, men it was either two things with them. Sex, or food. “Steak,it’s marinating in the fridge right now. Thought that and a baker witha little salad? Unless you had something else in mind.”
“No, it sounds good to me. Why don’t you go have a shower first so we can have a relaxing evening together? I’ve missed you…”
Kathy smiled, his words triggering a wave of heat through her core that lefther inner walls coated and hungry. “That sounds like a wonderful idea,but is there something wrong? Something I should know about?”
“No,I just thought you’d like a little time for yourself, that’s all. Iknow you’ve had it rough lately, if you hadn’t packed in that job itwould have killed you sooner or later, you know that.”
“Yeah,I know. So, now I’m stuck at home reading bad romance novels andcooking you dinner. My life is complete.” The job had sucked, she’dhave been the first to admit that, but now what did she have to lookforward to? Housework? Cooking his meals? Well, their meals? No, ofcourse not, she could start looking for a job again.
Right, just as soon as she managed to get her head back in order.
Maybe a shower was what she needed after all?
She glanced back over her shoulder. Pete wasn’t a bad man. Hell, he was a damn good man. He hadn’t told her to stick it out, no, he’d taken one real look at how it was affecting her and told her to hand in her notice.
Shower, he’s right, I just need a little me time.
Kathyheaded into the bathroom and stripped off her clothing, folding themover the back of the chair. Steam. Hot water. Soap and soft, seductive scent. That’s all she needed right now. She closed her eyes and steppedunder the hot water. God, she needed this.
How long she spent in there she wasn’t sure, but by the time she stepped out and wrapped the towel around her, the mirrors were fully fogged over. Everything as it should be. Except for one thing. Her clothes were gone. In their place a simple summer dress that she’d picked up on a trip to Mexico the year before. It had a peasant top, the type that could be tugged down with a simple pull, and full skirts that flared out with a touch of the wind.
A slight smile touched her lips. What did he have in mind? No panties? Interesting. She pulled on the dress and smoothed it down around her thighs. Well, whatever he wanted she hoped it would be something she enjoyed. No knickers. Her pussy clenched at the thought and the brush of air against her mound.
Where is he then? Kathy pushed open the door and slipped out of the bathroom. The bedroom was dimly lit, a candle on the dressing table and nothing more.
“Pete?”
Nothing. No sound beyond the flickering of the candle.
“Okay, what’s going on?”
A shadow of movement caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. He darted out from behind the closet door. Pete wrapped one arm about her body, trapping her arms at her sides, the other closed on her mouth, cutting off her ability to scream. His voice little more than awhisper against her ear.
“You’re mine now. Or did you think you could walk through my forest without catching my attention?”
Her heart skipped a beat. What was he doing?
“Don’t scream, not yet at least. When you scream it’ll be screams of pleasure,wench.” He caught the edge of her ear and suckled it into his mouth,flicking his tongue over the trapped flesh.
She groaned, a low pulse of pleasure rippled through her core. Her thighs tightened. He eased his hand down from her mouth and settled it on her throat. His fingers caressed her neck gently. The threat there, but unspoken. She knew, without a doubt, that he wouldn’t really hurt her, but the image, the play had begun.
“Such a pretty, hot little wench, aren’t you?” He nibbled at her neck, his teeth scraping over her trapped flesh. “I know what to do with women like you. You’ll like it too. I can feel the heat in your body. The way your thighs clench, the roll in your hips, it tells me you want this from me. Why else would you walk through my woods? You must have heard the stories?”
“Yes, sir,” she whimpered.
“Good, then you want this don’t you?”
“Sir, I- I didn’t think this was real. You’re a myth.”
“Does it feel like a myth, hmmm?” He eased his hand down from her throat to cup one breast, thumbing a nipple. “No, obviously I don’t. You’re mine, woman. And that’s what you wanted to hear. It’s why you came to find me. You’re tired of the noble lords your mother tries to palm you off on. Ah, yes, I know what you are – a noble lady trying to pass herself off as a village girl.”
“How?”
“The quality of your clothing, and your hands. Those are not the hands of a village girl who works with the land, or baking, or any hard labor for a living. Carefully tended. Neat nails. Soft skin. Tell me what village wench has such hands?” He growled against her neck.
“None, sir…”
“Good,” he spun her around in his grasp, his gaze dark, narrowed and deadly. “You’re mine.”
“Please, have mercy on me.” Her heart pounded against her rib cage. Her breath caught in the back of her throat. She couldn’t control how she felt.Her breasts felt heavy. Nipples hard, pressing against her dress. She whimpered, her throat tight. “I’ll go home. I’ll not mention anything about you to my father.”
“No, not yet. I have other plans for you now.” He pushed her back onto the bed without another words.
She cried out as she hit the bed, the breath knocked from her body. She didn’t have a chance to move before he was on top of her, his hands grabbing her wrists as he yanked them above her head. He reached for something that she hadn’t seen before. A cord. And bound her wrists quickly into place, giving her no chance to pull away from him.
“Such a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” He sat up across her waist, his knees planted on either side of the bed. “I’m going to enjoy this. Every minute of it.”
Kathy whimpered as he reached for the neck of her dress and undid the single tie there. In a moment he’d pulled it down, exposing her breasts fully. His hands claimed her breasts, tugging on them, pulling on her nipples until she arched and sobbed in delight. Pain and pleasure surged through her breasts down into her belly and between her thighs. She twisted on the bed, wanting more, less, freedom, his touch all rolled into one.
“That’s it. You like this, don’t you?”
“Yes, oh god, yes!”
He edged down her body, leaning down to take her left nipple into his mouth, suckling on it. She groaned, her nipple hard in his mouth.
Pete reached for her skirt and pulled it up, quickly, about her waist, easing one hand in between her thighs. Her thighs parted a little more as he cupped her mound, pressing one finger between her lower lips.
“Hot and wet, good. I’m going to enjoy taking this sweet little body of yours. And you’ll love it. Every minute of it.”
He isn’t the only one. Her thighs parted a little more, her heels pressed against the bed as she lifted her hips, offering herself to him. “Please.”
“Eager little slut.”
“I need you, god I need you!” This wasn’t what she’d expected. His touch had never left her so hot, so hungry before.
He stripped off his pants, his shoes kicked to the floor in a double thump. He grasped her hips and lifted her up, her breasts free above the neck of her dress. His hands tightened on her hips as the tip of his cock pressed against her core. Without another word he slid into her, claiming her, filling her until she cried out. Her toes curled.Her hands tightening into fists. The bonds on her wrists kept her from reaching for him.
A helpless captive, and yet safe. A fantasy played out with a man she loved. Her entire body cried out for his touch. His cock filled her core, his hips driving his thick erection into her welcoming body. She locked her ankles behind his backside and lifted herself up to meet him.
“Fuck me!”
“My wicked, wanton wench!” He growled behind her, each thrust into her tight core left her gasping for more, her body arching up to meet his eager use. “Maybe I should keep you, not let you return to your family?”
“Please!” Pressure built within her sex. Her body ached for more, endless mores that she had no words to explain. She couldn’t think. Her skin tightened, tingling, coating her body with a thousand tiny fingers of sensation. She felt everything. Every breath. She whimpered with each thrust. Pleasure controlled her. Her wrists bound to the bed, helpless in his grasp as she writhed beneath him. Her heels pressed against his backside, holding him tight within her pussy.
The bed rocked beneath them, the head board slamming against the wall in a heart pounding rhythm.
“You’re mine!”
“Yes!”
“Give it to me. Come for me!”
“I can’t – I’m not ready!” Kathy cried out, her body taut beneath his.
“Yes,you are! Come for me, I want to feel you, hear you, know that you’vecome for me as nothing more than my bound, hungry wench!”
She wanted to hold back. Needed to hold back. Fear grasped her soul. She’d never felt the rush this strongly before. It threatened to overwhelm her, claim her and send her into the darkness without mercy or choice.
“Now!”
Kathy sobbed, her hands clenched into fists, her body tight as she lost all ability to focus. Pleasure coated her inner walls. Her thighs clenched, hips lifted, her head tipped back, back taut, arched, locked as she screamed out. Her muscles jolted with a dozen spasms until she had no choice but to surrender to him. Barely aware that he’d cried out above her, or the way his cock had swollen and pressed against her slick inner walls.
Multi-colored lights flashed across her vision. Her breath burned in her lungs. The pressure in her head grew to screaming point. Pain, pleasure and fear combined in a rush of sensation that refused to be ignored. All she knew, all she was capable of registering were the delights that had been inflicted on her bound body.
Then it vanished.
Kathy collapsed down onto the bed. Shaking. Her body covered with small beads of sweat. She didn’t even care how her skirt was now tangled about her waist. Or the way her breasts hung out of the dress. None of that mattered now. She gasped for air as she tried to focus on the man above her. On the man she loved.
“Pete…”
“I’m right here, lover.”
“God, that was – intense.”
He smiled, his gaze softening. “Maybe that’s why they have these scenes in your books?”
“Could be,” she wriggled beneath him. “So, are you going to untie me?”
“Maybe.”
“Only maybe?”
“Well, you are helpless like this.”
“And?”
“Well,maybe I want to take advantage of that,” he leaned down and nibbledalong her neck. “An hour longer, or maybe for the rest of the night.”
“You’re evil,” she shivered beneath his touch.
“Yes, and you love it.”
She wasn’t about to argue with that. If this was a glimpse of how evil he could become she had only one thing to say. More please…
Originally published April 2009