Chapter 22 #4
He smiled at her, unselfconscious even though he was already coming erect and both men and women were making scandalous jokes and appreciative comments. For the second time in her life, Aline stared at his private parts, knowing she was turning a deeper and deeper red, but not caring a jot.
"Go away," he said to their companions, drawing her into the protection of his arms.
She was dimly aware of laughter and a closing door, then only of silence.
Silence, and Raoul, and her own growing lust.
"Nervous?" he asked.
She looked up at his darkened eyes. "Not at all. I warned you I was unnaturally stimulated by men's naked bodies."
He laughed. "I don't see anything unnatural about it, love. But it's perhaps as well that you're about to surrender to a suzerain able to satisfy your needs."
"I'm holding you to that promise." Her hands were already wandering over him hungrily.
"And I'm suddenly terrified...." And perhaps it was true. She noted with delight that his hands trembled as they slid around her neck to lift her hair high, then let it drift down again around her. "You do remind me of a juicy grape."
"Plump?"
"I adore plump. And sweet. And juicy. Touch me more, love. I hunger for your touch."
She pressed closer, hot skin to hot skin, soft curves to hard muscle, exploring his chest, his flanks, his back, with her greedy hands and lips.
As his hands and lips wandered her in turn, smoothing, squeezing, exploring, and raising her desire to even higher heat.
His erection pressed hard against her, and he was surely desperate, so she moved back a little to touch it. "Isn't it time for the conquering warrior to enter the captured citadel?"
Despite the need she could sense in him, he gently moved her hand.
"Impatient to surrender, are you? Tush-tush.
There is a proper procedure for these things, you know.
" He swung her into his arms. "For example, I need to be cautious.
How can I be sure you have truly surrendered? That you don't have an ambush planned?"
"Ambush? I'm completely weaponless!"
He laughed at that, swinging her around.
"Your armory is astonishing. Your hair, your eyes, your cheeks, your lips, your breasts.
.. Ah," he said, looking lovingly at her breasts, "indeed, those could bring a strong man to his knees.
" And he lowered his head to suck at each nipple in turn, making her clutch at him.
"It seems to me," she gasped, "that they are my weakest point. They surrender instantly!"
"Point. Yes." And with a wicked grin he applied himself once more, drawing each nipple up high, and driving Aline down into a swirling, fevered pit.
Then he laid her on the bed. When she opened dazed eyes, he was beside her. "But not your weakest point," he said, and slid his hand between her thighs. "Oh."
"Oh, indeed. I did think you'd have remembered this, love."
She remembered, indeed she did, and so did her body. It began to respond almost immediately, and she spread her thighs without any urging. "Come in to me. Now. I want you in me."
"Soon, love, soon. In good time and proper order. I must make sure first that your defenses are completely disarmed...." He kissed her lips, her neck, her shoulders, sucked on her earlobes, and on both breasts, until she could hardly tell where the pleasure disarming her body came from.
In the midst of impending chaos, Aline had a flash of clarity—that someday very soon she would learn more of these matters and drive him to disintegration just as he so easily did to her. Indeed, she was planning an ambush, but she didn't think he'd mind too much.
For the moment it was sweet to surrender without fear to the undoubted touch of a master. His hand gentled as the moment came, drawing it out for her, then his lips sealed hers to catch her cries. Still joined at the mouth, he moved over her.
"Now," he said against her lips, "now you are ready, little castle."
He began to enter her.
The first sensation was exquisite relief to her yearning flesh, but then came a pain and she couldn't help but stiffen against it.
"Dig your nails in, love. Make me feel it too."
Then he sealed her lips again and broke through her maidenhead in one stroke. Aline shouted into his mouth, and she dug her nails in as hard as she could. It was partly natural reaction, but she also had his words in mind. It seemed only fair that men share the pain.
After a moment he released her lips and grinned. "As bad as that, eh?" He moved slightly within her. "Does that hurt?"
She marveled at his control, for she could see the same tense desire in him as both lingered and gathered in her. "It's nothing. Go on. Please. Go on."
"You are a pearl among women," he whispered, and began to relax his control, moving more strongly, then almost violently, in and out.
It did hurt, and in places other than her torn membrane, but it was wonderful, too, both in her burning body, and in what she saw of him. She grasped his shoulders and raised her legs to lock them around him in an act of sheer, crude possession.
He grimaced as he disintegrated choking out her name. She trembled, loving every moment of his surrender to her powers.
Collapsing onto his side, he gathered her into his arms, nuzzling at her neck as she cherished his sweaty chest with her hand.
"I think I'm finally conquered," she murmured. "Isn't it lovely?"
"That's because you ambushed me after all. I'm your prisoner for all time."
"Of course." She ran a hand smugly down over his wonderful body. "Isn't that the way it's supposed to be?"
He rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him so her breasts were ready to flickering tongue. "I do hope so. I'm a very contented slave. Now, give me your commands. What do you wish me to do, O mistress mine?"