Drowsily Kristine opened her crystal blue eyes, a wrinkle of confusion between her gently arched eyebrows. Her shoulders ached, and when she tried to move them, she suddenly remembered that she was tied to the bed. Alarmed she turned her head, her eyes locking with Lord Eric's. Eric was sitting on a chair next to the bed, his cold gray eyes observing her panicked struggles.
"Good morning, luv." he said, a finger stroking her soft cheek, before moving down her neck to her chest, lazily brushing the tops of her heaving breasts.
Looking down, Kristine realized that under the fine linen sheet she was naked, the dark brown of her nipples peaking out. She turned her head from him and blushed, embarrassed. The night before he had left her maidenhead intact, but barely. While she had been busy recovering from that delicious sensation, he'd swept her up in her arms and brought her to this room. Ignoring her protests he laid her on the soft feather mattress, wrapping silk scarves around her wrists and tying her to a steel hook embedded in the sturdy bed frame. With one last smoldering look at her soft body, he'd pulled the sheet up and left. Confused and frightened, Kristine had cried herself to sleep.
Now his knowledgeable fingers were slowly pulling the sheet from her, his eyes on her breast as they were revealed in all their glory. Fearfully, Kristine cringed away from the heat in his eyes, the strength in his jaw. She knew that no amount of pleading or crying would stop this man, her captor. Kristine closed her eyes and turned her face from him, her face burning bright as she remembered the way he'd made her beg the night before. Kristine sent up a fervent prayer that he wouldn't do that to her again.
"Look at me." he said, his voice deep, his fingers tips lightly tracing a pattern around her pouty nipples.
Unable to resist the command in his voice, Kristine returned her face to his, her eyes instantly getting caught in his hypnotic silver eyes. She whimpered, unable to escape the power of his gaze. Eric smiled, a slow twist of the lips, and then bent his head to her breast, gently sucking her hard nipple into the warmth of his mouth. Liquid fire shot up from the spot that his wet mouth was suckling, and Kristine let out a groan, and then a cry as his teeth found the sensitive tip. She could feel her traitorous pussy grow moist, and a single tear slipped down her cheek at the betrayal of her body. Eric's other hand came out to firmly pluck her other nipple, increasing the heat of her body.
"Please, please, don't do this to me again." Kristine begged, her hips moving restlessly.
"Why?" Eric asked, briefly pulling his mouth from the intoxicating play at her breast. "You like it, and so do I, there's nothing wrong in sharing pleasure."
"'Tis a sin." Kristine cried, her back arched, pushing her full breasts further into his mouth. "I'm to be married."
Eric pulled his head back, his eyes dangerously smoldering. Belatedly Kristine recalled what he'd said the night before, and knew her mistake.
