Isabella discovers his plans for revenge.
The hateful man with the burning amber eyes returned, the scrape of the latch against metal and stone her only warning.
When he entered, she was sitting on the bay window seat, her arms wrapped protectively around her legs and her chin resting on her knees. Having no clothing to cover her nakedness, she had wrapped the huge bed sheet around tiny frame several times and tied two corners together at the nape of her neck.
He strode into the room as though a King, flicking her a frowning glance before pouring himself a goblet of wine from a skin left by a servant earlier. He stood by the fireplace, his watchful amber eyes moving over her body.
“You are not to conceal your delightful little body from me while in the confines of this chamber, do you understand me?” he queried softly, pouring more wine into a second gold goblet.
“Y-you want me to…” She gasped, rising from where she sat by the window overlooking a small walled garden far below. Her small hands clutched nervously at the draping protective folds of the bed sheet.
“Do you understand me?” his demanded coldly, a tone his friends knew brook no argument.
She nodded, her moss green eyes wide. She remembered how he had ripped her nun’s habit from her, stripping her naked before him. Turning away so that her back was to him, her trembling fingers sought the knot at the nape of her neck. She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt the material fall with a soft whoosh to form a puddle at her feet.
“Turn around.”
Slowly she did his bidding, her eyes lowered shyly to the floor, her hands cupping her small breasts.
“You know what I’m about to do, don’t you, little one?” he queried softly. He moved swiftly and silently across the chamber to stand before her. A gentle finger under her chin tipped her head up.
She nodded, unable to meet his gaze.
His large hands firmly coaxed hers from her breasts.
“There will be no pain this time, Isabella, I promise you. Only pleasure, exquisite pleasure.” The backs of his fingers brushed down the side of her cheek. She shivered.
He tugged her up against him, crushing her soft breasts against the solid wall of his chest as his mouth settled firmly over hers. Her knees trembled as he held her against him, all the while caressing her lips with his.
Her eyes flew to his in trepidation when he caught her wrists behind her back, even as he kissed her. “Please don’t,” she whispered, wrenching her mouth from his, as she felt a strip of leather being wrapped firmly around her captured wrists. He ignored her, his lips moving lower, nibbling the tender skin of her neck. Helpless tears welled in her eyes.
“Ah, Bella. You cannot deny me what is mine to take. Soon you will come to realise that I am your master, and that your sole purpose is to ensure my pleasure.”
She knew that she could not prevent him from taking her, her diminutive size no match against the finely chiseled muscle that filled out his golden chest and shoulders. She remembered how he had groaned and shuddered as he spurted his seed deep inside of her, and her body shivered. Fear and a strange heat welled in her belly.
He left her then, to lounge on a wide, deep chair before the fire, and picked up his goblet from the table and took a long draft, watching her all the while over its rim. She stood before him, naked and bound, her tumbled mane of scarlet waves affording her little protection from his all-seeing amber gaze. She felt a trickle of warmth where there should have been none.
He motioned her to him with a cursory flick of his fingers. “Come, do not fight the inevitable.”
She hesitated, and knew that small moment in time would cost her dearly as his eyes narrowed dangerously. She forced herself to move to stand motionless before him, her gaze focusing on a point on the opposite wall.
Dipping a finger in the goblet, he traced the red wine over her rosy nipple, and to her shame it hardened and pouted before his eyes. He leant forward to lick the cool moisture with his tongue in long, persuasive strokes. Her stomach muscles clenched against the sweet torment, and she bit her lip to prevent a traitorous moan from escaping her. Tugging her hips closer so that her knees butted the edge of the chair between his tautly muscled thighs, he dipped his finger in the wine and circled its mate, before lapping at it and drawing it into his hot mouth. A low thrumming started between her thighs as he suckled and nibbled her with his mouth while his skillful fingers mercilessly teased the other. Her head tipped back, her eyes closed as his tender mouth sent shots of ecstasy between her quivering thighs.
“Please,” she gasped, and she didn’t know if she was pleading for him to stop or to continue this sweet assault on her melting body.
“So delightfully innocent,” he murmured, as his fingers slipped down over her belly to find the sparse ruby curls between her quivering thighs. He pried the lush pink lips apart and probed her slick heat, holding her open to his interested gaze. She gasped as he inserted a finger into her cunt. “So lush and responsive.”
She tried to step back, and she bit her lip as his eyes narrowed. “Do not fight me, little one. I always win.” Long fingers tangled in the sensitive curls at the nape of her neck, and he tugged down brutally, drawing a whimper of pain from her. The only way to ease the pressure was to bend her knees, and the pressure of his hand forced her to straddle him on the chair with her knees tight against his hips, spreading her thighs wide across his straining breeches.
Tugging her head closer still with his cruel grip so that her hard nipples brushed against the soft material of his tunic, he crushed his mouth against hers in a punishing, demanding kiss. When he nipped her bottom lip with his teeth, causing her to gasp, his tongue plunged into the warm depths of her mouth. His other hand stroked down over the curve of her buttocks, down between her valley of melting flesh to find her pearl of pleasure. She moaned into his mouth as his skilful fingers began to flick and spank the pulsing nub, unable to close her legs against the invasion even if she wanted to.
“Mmm, you like that don’t you, my little cat in heat.”
Soon she was writhing against his hand, a scandalous heat building low in her belly as his fingers probed, swirled and massaged her in that secretive place.
When his finger withdrew she moaned in protest against his mouth, but soon she felt it nudging at her, and she sunk down on it, hastening its return. Only she realised in horror it wasn’t his finger that slid up inside her, but the swollen cock she feared. She froze where she straddled him, the tip of him nestled inside of her.
“Take all of me deep inside of you,” he commanded, running a caressing hand down her silky back.
“I can’t,” she cried, afraid of the pain, of the pleasure. Even now her cunt clenched with remembrance as he tore through her maidenhood. She pleaded with her eyes even though she knew her captor would afford her no mercy.
“Don’t make me punish you,” he warned her, his thumb continuing to manipulate her clitoris so that she arched against him.
A shiver ran through her as the vulnerability of her situation was brought home to her. Her milky thighs splayed naked over him, his cock poised threateningly at her gate, of her wrists bound helplessly behind her, of his intimidating size and strength.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she slowly sunk a little further on his cock, waiting for that excruciating pain. She was surprised to experience only a burning exquisite uncomfortableness as she felt him slide up into her, stretching her tight walls around the hard column of his cock. “Oh,” she gasped.
