Anne's Courage [Le Club 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) (9 page)

Anne was breathing hard and looked scared. She knew this was only role-playing.
But it certainly has the ability to get my heart rate up and my pulse pumping
.
Time to get with the program!
“My Lord, please, I am not a spy from Lord Wilton’s castle. I am just a kitchen maid,” she wailed piteously.
That’s rather good for a newbie.
She was proud of herself. She was going to take Robbie’s advice and enjoy the game. A frisson of real dread went down her back.
This is a game
.
Just a game. Jamie would never really hurt me. But God, it seemed so realistic
. He looked magnificent wearing only tight black leather pants tucked into high black riding boots, his bulging crotch prominently displayed, the dark hair on his chest glistening in the low light from the wall sconces. “Silence, wench! I know exactly what you are, and I will have your confession before this night is done,” Jamie said. She could see his evil grin.

“Please, My Lord...” Her heaving breasts were pouring out of the low-cut top of the blue dress bound by tight laces across the front. The back of the dress was fastened by hidden Velcro that ran from the neckline to the hem, allowing it to be worn by persons of various sizes.

He strode behind her, his boots loud on the stone floor, and she felt his body heat against her back although he was not touching her. Somehow that was more frightening than a touch. He circled around to the front again. He gazed at her scathingly, and his hand darted out as fast as a snake. He tore the dress from her body. The shoulders were constructed to separate, and the back Velcro opened with a terrifying ripping sound.
This is really very effective.
Before she knew it, she was standing on her tiptoes, hands bound by chains and cuffs secured to the ceiling, stark naked. She screamed, only half play acting now. She took a deep breath to calm herself.
It was just so unexpected! Nothing has changed. This is still a game
. “Now, wench, what is Lord Wilton’s plan of attack?” he said, picking up on her gambit.

“My Lord, I know nothing of this. Please have mercy,” she cried.

“It is strange, wench, that you do not speak like a kitchen maid. Also, your hands are soft and elegant.”

Oops!
Slight miscalculation. Time to rethink my cover story!
“My Lord, I was kidnapped from my father’s castle and held prisoner by Lord Wilton. I had been hoping my father, Lord Sutton, would ransom me, as he wants to marry me off for political advantage. I had given up hope of rescue. Then I had the opportunity to escape and hide in your castle posing as a kitchen maid.”
Geez, you really have to think on your feet. Thank goodness for all those bodice ripper romances I’ve read
.

“A likely story, wench,” he said menacingly. He stood behind her again, breathing on her neck, and then he stepped back and landed a lightly stinging slap on one of her butt cheeks with the small riding crop that had been tucked in one of his boots. Its business end had a small leather clapper shaped like a hand. She yelped, but already being on her tiptoes, she was helpless to evade the second light blow to her other cheek that followed quickly. “Now, I will have the truth wench, or you will feel the wrath of my whip.”

“Please, please, My Lord. I am innocent!” she cried as he flicked two more lightly stinging blows, one to each rapidly reddening cheek. The first two blows had stung, but the second two were strangely erotic, bringing a flood of hot cream to her pussy. “Oh, My Lord, please don’t whip me. I will do anything you say. Maybe my father will pay you a ransom for my safe return. He has already contracted a marriage for me with Lord Churchill with whom he wants an alliance.”
Geez, I’m running out of names for lords!
Her breath burst out, her breasts heaving in agitation.

“Too bad for Lord Churchill,” he said. “I plan to have my way with you on that bed in the corner this very night. If your father plans to ransom you, your virtue will already be forfeit.” The front of his pants were straining over his enormous erection, and he pressed up behind her, nestling this straining cock in the crack of her bottom.
Oh, God...He felt so good
. He ran his hand down her spine and over her bottom before he gave her another swat.

“My Lord, please reconsider,” she said desperately. “My value will be severely reduced if I am no longer pure.” She was thinking quickly.
This is hard work!
“Lord Churchill will expect a virgin.”

“Well, his expectations will be unfulfilled,” he said. “Your maidenhead is mine! In fact, I may just keep you as my personal sex slave and the hell with Lord Churchill and any ransom.”

“My Lord, perhaps you can negotiate an alliance with my father. He might consider you for my husband instead of Lord Churchill.”

“Why would I negotiate for your hand when I can have you in my bed at my will?”

“Because I have an enormous dowry in gold and jewels,” she said. “My Lord, you are very virile and handsome, and Lord Churchill is old and fat, has gout and bad breath. I would rather be your sex slave than his wife,” she said, nestling her bottom tightly against his straining shaft.

She saw the calculating look come into his eyes, and he said, “I think I will have your willing body tonight and your dowry later.” He un-cuffed her hands and lifted her into his well-muscled arms. He carried her to the heavily carved bed in the corner of the room and deposited her on the tapestry coverlet.

He joined her on the bed. He licked her nipples and then nipped them sharply. He stroked his hand over her wet pussy. “Spread your legs, wench. Your Lord and Master is going to claim your maidenhead.” He knelt between her wide open thighs and ran his tongue through the cream coating her open, wet pussy and over her pulsing clit. She screamed in delight as his tongue plunged into her channel, and he grazed over the little bundle of nerves at her apex. “Remember, no coming until I give you permission, wench,” he warned.

Oh crap! That again! I think that’s the hardest part of this whole submission gig. She was dismayed
.
I feel like a virgin about to be ravished for real!
“My Lord, take me please,” she begged. The whole exercise had left her quivering with need.
This is really powerful stuff, even if it is a game!
Lust shot through her, jolting her cunt with electrical impulses that sizzled through her system. She felt a hunger so intense she thought she might die of it.

“Do not rush me, wench. I am the lord of this castle, and you will serve my needs and desires. I plan to take you all night,” he promised in that dark, sensual, hard-as-steel Dom voice. He resumed his slow, sensual torture, kissing up her stomach to her breasts. He circled his fingers around her pebbled nipples and then nipped each one sharply in turn, causing Anne to buck on the bed as the small pain turned into massive pleasure. He then licked his way back down her stomach to the pulsing center of her desire.

Oh God! I hope so. She was getting
desperate.

* * * *

The smell of her arousal was intoxicating. His cock was throbbing with his need to conquer her pussy, to pound into her and bring her to a screaming orgasm.

He rose over her, pushing her knees back toward her shoulders and opening her center for his full possession. He rammed into her channel with a groan, filling her to capacity.
This is my pussy. Mine!
She screamed as though he had indeed brutally taken her virginity. He began to move with long, steady strokes, slow and sensuous, building in speed and intensity until he was pounding into her sex like a pile driver. He tried to back down but was unable to regain control as their bodies convulsed, and Jamie flew over the edge taking Anne with him. Lightning struck behind his eyes, and thunder rolled through his veins. Exhausted and rung out, Jamie rolled over and brought Anne to rest on his chest. After taking a moment to catch his breath, he continued to slowly and languidly stroke in and out of her cunt. He brought her to a second orgasm, as her body trembled with aftershocks, before he collapsed back against the pillows. He wrapped his arms around her and clasped her in his embrace, her head nestled on his shoulder.

“Wow! All I can say is—Wow!” She snuggled against him, and he could feel her heart begin to settle into a steady rhythm.

He wrapped his arms around her. “You are really good at this. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” he said with a grin. “You can really think on your feet, or would that be on your toes?” He laughed and kissed the tip of her nose as he brushed the hair back from her face.

Jamie was beginning to realize that Anne was slowly but surely creeping into his heart. Her willingness to please him and experiment with the Lifestyle, even to a limited degree, delighted him. It was early in the mating process, but his heart recognized that Anne might be his mate.
What an archaic thought. One man, one mate?
He had never thought that way before.

Jason took one look at Calleigh fingering the pink pavé diamond heart pendant which was in the upside down position while she reclined on the big, heavily carved bed in the Southern Plantation Suite and grinned. He knew that look. He sighed and went to the armoire for the heap of pillows. “I didn’t know I was marrying an insatiable sex kitten,” he said as though put upon.

“You had better hope I still feel this way after the delivery. It would really be a shame if I lost this zing. This is the greatest thing since sliced bread.”

After he prepared the nest of pillows and settled her in his favorite position, bottom up, he sat down beside her and began massaging her back.

She groaned in appreciation as his strong fingers worked on the tense muscles and knots. He knew that her belly was beginning to give her backaches. “Oh, baby. Now I know why I married you!” she said, laughing.

“Wait, you’ll like this even better,” he said as he began to massage first one foot and then the other. She sighed heavily as though in absolute bliss.

“I don’t know which feels better. Why don’t you try both again and I’ll see...”

He gave her a little smack on the butt. “Trying to ‘top from the bottom’ again?” he asked. “That’s Paula’s trick. You’d better not pick up her bad habits.” He infused his voice with false menace. He really enjoyed Calleigh’s best friend’s quirky sense of humor and irreverent attitude, especially since they irked his best friend, Trent, who was the one who had to try to rein her in.

* * * *

“Yes, Master.” She giggled. He ran one finger ever so lightly down between Calleigh’s cheeks and over the wet folds of her hot pussy. She raised her bottom, pushing into his hand and rolling her hips in anticipation.
I just can’t get close enough. S
he sighed. She could feel the excitement rising in her pussy.
This is a two-edged blessing
. Jason continued to rub her pussy while flicking his thumb over her throbbing clit and then skimming his hands over her plump bottom. He raised himself over her, making sure not to put any pressure on her back or belly. He aligned the blunt tip of his cock to her entrance and glided home with a sigh. Calleigh purred like a fat cat with a bowl full of cream.
Oh God, that’s wonderful.
He pumped into her until he stroked her to a stunning orgasm. Afterward, as they lay panting, her pussy humming with aftershocks, she rolled over onto her side and dozed, half awake and half asleep.

* * * *

Jason just looked at her. She was so beautiful with her long fingers softly rubbing her belly and her honey hair spread out on the pillow.

Calleigh snoozed in the warm afternoon sunlight which shone through the curtains fluttering in the breeze. The soft spring light glinted off the mound of her belly, highlighting the round shape and the contented half smile on her face. He was struck with an inspiration and got the small digital camera he carried in his briefcase. He snapped at least a dozen pictures of her with her naked baby belly from different angles.

Finally, Jason covered her with a light quilt, not wanting to make her too warm. Then he laid down beside her, curling her into his chest, as he too closed his eyes to nap the rest of the afternoon away. He knew that, in about a month, afternoon naps would be a thing of the past and was determined to enjoy every quiet minute with his beautiful wife cradled in his arms.

Paula and Trent had enjoyed an early dinner on the veranda of the Sea Island Suite. One of the great things about weekends at the club was that they could do as much or as little as they liked, and everything they could possibly need was right there. “Do you want to watch a movie?” he asked.

“Can we watch a chick flick, or does it have to be action and car chases and explosions?” she asked.

“How about one of each? You can choose first,” he said, going into the kitchen to make some popcorn. She scrambled up and ran into the living room of the suite to check out the movies available on cable. When they both had chosen movies, they settled on the long batik covered couch in front of the big screen television. The sea-water-blue and green color scheme of the suite was restful and relaxing, and a cool, fresh breeze blew in the windows.