Chapter 15 #2
His hands grabbed her thighs and squeezed. She yelped but then moaned as he started to caress them. He was on her, mounted like a lion, his body pressed on top and holding her down. And all the while, his lips kissed every inch of skin they could find.
“Daniel…” she moaned. “What… what are you…”
“Exactly what you want,” he snarled as his right hand moved down her legs and gripped the skirt of her gown. “This is because of you. And I am only human.”
Her eyes shot open, half-fear, half-excitement. “Wh…. Urgh…” She moaned as his fingers moved underneath her gown and started to trace up her thighs. “Oh…”
His touch was light. The tips of his fingers running over her skin, prickling her, making her legs shudder. She squirmed and opened her legs further on instinct, allowing his hand deeper and deeper. His fingers stroked and pinched. They teased and tested. He chuckled deeply to feel her squirm.
“I want you to know, I had no choice in this,” he growled.
“You… always… have… a… choice,” she breathed. She then shut her eyes and grabbed the back of his head, bracing herself. “And you have made yours.”
Alison did not know what to expect exactly. Oh sure, she had heard stories. She and her friends had giggled and guessed about such things. Enough, anyway, that she knew what Daniel was doing. But not enough so that she would know how good it might feel.
His fingers reached between her thighs and touched at her opening. She cried out and bit her tongue, body turning rigid as those same fingers then gently dipped inside of her.
“Daniel…” she breathed, holding him close.
“If you want me to stop, now is the time,” he growled.
“Do not stop.”
“Good. I am through with you telling me what to do.” He buried his head in her neck and bit down and, as he did, his fingers entered her fully.
How to describe what happened next? Impossible.
Alison kept her eyes closed and willed her body to relax as Daniel’s fingers entered her, opened her, pushed in deeply so that she could feel their tips stroking at her walls.
Her legs turned stiff. Her body shook and spasmed.
Pleasure, pure and real, rolled through her body and wrapped her completely so that she could not breathe.
And then he pulled his fingers out, she cried aloud, almost begged him to enter her again, only for those same fingers to find her womanhood and stroke that instead. That was when she screamed.
“Daniel!” she cried out. “Oh… please… keep going… Don’t stop!”
“Never,” he growled as he continued to stroke her.
“Good!” She had her head back now, body open to him, completely at his mercy in ways she never knew that she wanted. “Do not stop!”
He laughed as he continued to stroke her. Each stroke sent a spike of pleasure right through her. It struck her in the heart. It stabbed her right in the chest. It made her want to weep and cry and scream all in one.
She spasmed and she squirmed. Her breathing rose. A heat started to build inside of her. It was a type of pleasure she had never experienced but knew she could not live without.
“Yes…” She panted into his ear. His head was buried in her neck, teeth gnawing at her skin.
“Yes… I want this… I have always wanted this… you… me… we are…” She did not know what she was saying, her mind racing, words spilling out that she had no control over.
“Daniel, I think that I am… I want… you and I… together…”
Daniel snapped his head back without warning.
He pulled away his body as if someone had grabbed him.
Then he wrenched his fingers free, and lurched from the bed, his body turning as he did; shame dripping from him like body odor.
“Daniel?” she sat up, breathing heavily, her body still convulsing. “What… what happened? Did I do something…?”
He stumbled across the room, refusing to look at her. “I should not have done that.” The way he spoke, it was more to himself than to her. “I should… it was wrong of me.”
“What do you mean?” She half-made to go to him but stopped herself. “What was wrong?”
“You came to me for protection. I promised… I forced you to be here.”
“No,” she said desperately. “That is not true.”
“I gave you the wrong impression,” he continued. “About me… about us…”
“No,” she said again. “You are wrong –"
“Do not argue with me,” he snarled, his back still on her. “For once, please, do not…” His shoulders sagged and it was as if the life was being drained from him. “If I go further, Alison. If I do not stop…” He shuddered. “There will be no turning back.”
She did not know what to say. She did not know what to think! For a glorious moment, things had felt so right. Daniel had taken her as she knew he wished. But now… I cannot even begin to guess what is happening.
“I took advantage of you,” he said darkly. “For that, I am sorry.”
“No, Daniel, you did not… I wanted it.”
“You think you do,” he hissed. “Believe me when I tell you, this is the last thing you want. I am sorry, Lady Alison. Please, forgive me.”
And then, before she had a chance to argue or try and change his mind, he stumbled from the room as if he was fleeing a burning building.
And there Alison remained, on the bed, legs spread open, her body running so hot she thought she might explode. She was confused and unsure. She was frustrated and panting heavily. But most of all… and this was what hit her once her mind came back… she was lonely.
Alison had thought for a moment that Lord Grayhill saw her like no one ever had. She had been so sure that despite everything, he wanted her for no other reason than who she was. Sadly, this was not the case at all.
Daniel left her, Alison was alone, and never before had she felt it like she did in that moment.