~ Stella's POV ~
The night passed by slowly as I laid wrapped in Adrian's tight embrace, with my back pressed firmly against his chest, I could feel his steady heart beat and even breathing, reassuring me that he was in a deep slumber. Despite my utter exhaustion, and the surprisingly calming warmth that surrounded me, I couldn't bring myself to fall asleep. I was far too wrapped up in my own melancholy thoughts to be able to rest. I've only been here for a few days or so and yet it already feels like I'm losing myself, as though any fight that I'd had left from when I woke up on that boat had been entirely wiped out. My mind is screaming at me to sneak out of his grasp and to find my way to the shore, to steal their boat and sail somewhere far away. Somewhere that they'll never find me and where I can pretend that none of this ever happened. Yet the more rational side of myself remains in control, for it knows that the likelihood of successfully escaping are slim to none. It knows that for now, my best bet would be to keep my head down and gain their trust.
But could I do it? On the one hand, I've always been rather submissive, and I'd be lying if I said that I haven't been enjoying the more... intimate aspects of my predicament. But on the other hand, will I actually be able to convince them- or even just one of them to let me go? I suppose only time will tell. I stayed awake like this for a while; planning, plotting and debating before dejectedly drifting off to a dreamless slumber.
"Oh... please." I found myself whispering as I slowly awoke the following morning to find Adrian's head between my thighs. His strong arms held my legs open as his expert tongue carefully teased my sore cunt with long languid licks. Adrian lapped at my swollen lips before using one skilled hand to spread them apart, exposing my throbbing clit. With hardly a moments' hesitation he wrapped his mouth around my aching bud and began to suckle. "A-Adrian!" I mewled breathlessly as his mouth engulfed my pussy, his loving tongue relentlessly lapping at my most sensitive spots. I was entirely lost in the pleasures of his tender devotion, as my body began moving on its own. My hips arched upwards to meet his welcoming mouth as my fingers became entangled in his blond hair. "I'm cumming!" I shouted hoarsely as his methodical ministrations forced an intense orgasm out of me. For the first time that day, I opened my eyes, looking down to see a satisfied looking Adrian laying blissfully across my lap, a smooth smile gracing his chiseled face.
"Good morning, Ella, sleep well?" He quarried wryly as his fingers trailed up my listless form. "Because I had the best sleep of my life, laying next to my beautiful wife." He added coyly as his fingers tweaked my pebbled nipple.
"I slept fine, thanks." I lied as I hurriedly slipped away from his touch, draping the blanket around me as I stood. "Could I take a shower before we head back?" I asked hopefully.
"Sure thing, but don't take too long, Dacre likes to start his days early." He said with a shrug as he nonchalantly put on a nearby shirt. Just hearing the name Dacre was enough to cause my entire body to shiver. While I was constantly battling a range of emotions, unable to ascertain my true feelings, I was certain as to how I felt when I was around Dacre. A shockingly delightful mixture of fear and anticipation, excited yet terrified of what he may be capable of. He seemed so different from his brothers, not just in looks or stature, but in his clearly assertive nature. His tone and words were harsh the few times I met him, and yet I still found him to be devastatingly handsome. Appearance wise, Dacre looked the kind of man that I'd usually fantasize about, a brooding bad boy who only softened for me. Although after meeting him, Dacre doesn't seem like the type to soften for anyone. A soft kiss on the back of my shoulder from Adrian drew me out of my thoughts and I hurried to the bathroom.
I only took ten or so minutes to rinse myself off and comb through my hair before hopping out and drying myself off. In that short amount of time Adrian had somehow snuck in to provide me with the makings of an outfit: a black lace thong and matching bra with a knee-length halter top sundress that was a strikingly vibrant red. While it certainly wasn't something that I would've picked for myself, I'd be lying if I said that I didn't feel beautiful wearing it. I decided to put my still wet hair up into a sloppy bun before meeting Adrian out in the living area where he was waiting for me with a large grin.
"You look stunning, Ella, ready to go?" He asked as he reached out his hand.
"Still no shoes?" I asked with a pout, hoping that he'd be willing to budge on this ridiculous precedent. Instead, without a word he stepped forwards and effortlessly lifted me up into his arms.
"Don't worry, Ella, I'm happy to carry you until you've earned them." Adrian said gleefully as he began walking towards the door, holding me in his arms bridal style.
"No! That's not what I meant, put me down!" I protested hastily, kicking and flailing in his arms for a while before he gently placed me back down.
"Let me know if you change your mind." He said with a wink before taking my hand in his and leading me back to the main house. When we arrived only Dacre and Mary were awake, she rushed over to greet us as he remained seated at the table.
"Good morning, Darling!" Mary said cheerfully. "You look stunning in that dress, just like I knew you would when I picked it out." She continued with a wink.
"Thanks." I added a bit curtly, still not over her betrayal.
"Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes, why don't you sit with Dax and talk about what he's got planned for the day?" Mary suggested either oblivious to my discomfort or ignoring it entirely.
"Yeah, Dax, what's the plan?" Adrian teased his younger brother.
"Haven't got time for plans, winter's coming and I've gotta get the wood ready." Dacre said shortly, standing up from the table and walking towards the back door.
"Now wait just a minute!" Mary hollered from the kitchen, rushing back into the room with two sandwiches in hand. "Stella's going with you today, Dacre, whether you like it or not." She said definitively as she handed us our breakfasts.
"She's just gonna slow me down. I've got work to do." Dacre protested as he furrowed his brows, shooting me a disapproving look.
"Or maybe she'll help you get done faster." Mary said slyly. "After all the sooner you're done working, the faster you get to playing." She added with a little giggle. Dacre only grunted in response before heading out the back door, I hesitated for a moment before Mary gave me a gentle shove in the same direction. "Hurry along, Darling, he's happy to have you join him even if he won't admit it!" Mary shouted after me as I walked quickly to catch up to Dacre. The two of us walked through the dense woods in silence, though I noticed that he would look back at me every once in a while, probably just to make sure that I was still there. As we journeyed on I decided to survey my surroundings while eating my breakfast, just as when I first got off the boat, there were no clear markers. No way for me to find my way back should we get separated. After what felt like an eternity we came to a rather large clearing, filled with a peculiar mixture of both stumps and small trees.
"We plant as many as we cut down. Leave the old base 'till you're ready to plant the new one." Dacre said coolly, as if reading my thoughts. "Take a seat on one of the stumps and stay out of my way." He added harshly as he picked up an ax and walked towards an already chopped down tree.
'Ugh, what a jerk. No wonder he had to steal a bride.' I thought to myself angrily as I watched him hack away at the fallen tree. After a while I felt the need to turn my back on the shockingly stimulating site. Instead of watching him, I began walking around the clearing, up and down the rows of young trees. I counted 130 newly planted trees in just one of the dozen rows. I suppose it's nice to know that they care about the environment, at least I know that they're not entirely heartless. Once I got bored of walking along the aisles of plant, I decided to head back to where I had started and plopped myself down onto a nearby stump, as I did so, I felt a sharp sting on the inside part of my leg and quickly jumped up with a loud cry.
"Ouch! What the hell?" I grumbled as I began rubbing the painful spot. Before I even knew what was happening Dacre had pulled my hand away and was closely examining my inner thigh. "W-What are you doing?!" I asked as I stumbled backwards, bumping into the stump and falling back into a seated position. Without any warning he spread my legs apart and placed his open mouth around the sore area and began sucking. My cheeks flamed red as I noticed he was no longer wearing a shirt and was covered in a thin layer of sweat. I nearly fainted at the sight mixed with the sensation of his mouth sucking my inner thigh, hard enough to leave a mark. After a few seconds he pulled himself away and spat into his hand, I closed my eyes and readied myself for what I was sure would come next.
