Dangerous Pleasures (12 page)

He worked her all the harder, but Annie fought back, tightening her vagina about his huge member. She felt her strength wavering as the waves of hot delight washed over her, growing in potency with each passing second. This was a battle he meant to win, and having fought him well, Annie knew she must let him.

“Ah, God!” she cried out. “Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhh!” Her body was racked with fierce tremors as he fucked her harder and harder. “No more, I beg you, my lord! Ohhhhh!” And she actually fainted away.

With a great groan the Beast came, pouring his lust into the woman beneath him. The men in the hall erupted with cheers for their lord. There were cries of “Well-done!”

Annie was revived as she lay upon the high board. Turning her head, she sought the Beast. He was sitting again in his high-backed chair. He smiled cruelly at her as he saw her conscious again.

“You did well, Mistress Anne, and so I will permit you the choice. Will you have two, or will you have three?”

“Only you, my lord,” she whispered softly, crawling to the table’s edge near him.

“Nay,” he told her. “If you do not choose, I will. Have I not told you that you must obey me in whatever I ask of you? A large, airy room, a serving woman, and a bed are waiting for you once you have obeyed my command,” he told her softly.

“Two, my lord,” she answered him.

The beast nodded. “Kaspar and Rafe, you who held her legs for me. You may each have a taste of Mistress Anne, but you will do her as I command you.”

“Yes, my lord!” the two soldiers said in unison.

“Kasper, have I not heard it said you have a taste for arse?”

The soldier grinned and nodded.

“Then you shall take her together. Rafe shall have her cunt and Kaspar her ass,” the Beast told them. “Do it now, for the wench is wearied, but I would reward you.”

The two soldiers pulled sturdy cocks from their breeches and, climbing onto the high board, pulled Annie between them. For a few moments they enjoyed themselves playing with her breasts and her round bottom. Rafe pulled one of her legs over his torso and pushed his penis into her wet vagina. Kaspar drew her buttock cheeks apart and, pressing the head of his cock against her anal opening, pushed himself slowly and carefully into her.

Annie shrieked, for she had never before entertained a man there. She could feel his long cock throbbing as it lay still within her. His rough hands fondled her breasts, pinching the nipples and pulling at them. Rafe, however, pumped her vigorously, his mouth smashing against hers as he groaned and instructed her to his pleasure.

“That’s it, wench! God, you’re tight! And so wet and hot!”

Annie could feel both of their cocks, separated by but a single membrane, as they pleasured themselves in her body. Finally she squeezed them both as hard as she could, and they came together, groaning mightily.

“Nicely done, wench,” the Beast said approvingly.

“May I speak, my lord?” she asked him, and when he nodded she said, “If I have pleased you, I am glad.”

“I have high hopes for you, Mistress Anne,” he told her. Then, pulling at the chain on her collar, he brought her down from the high board. “I will take you to your new prison,” he told her, the odd smile touching the corner of his mouth.

Annie followed him from the great hall and up a flight of winding stairs within a large tower. At the top of the tower was a door that opened to reveal a small but comfortable chamber. Unfastening the chain from her collar, he said, “This chamber is yours now, Mistress Anne,” and he pushed her inside. “Bathe and rest yourself. I will return eventually. Be ready to service me when I do.” Then he closed the door behind her, and Annie heard him turning a key within the lock.

Annie looked about the room. It had two leaded, paned casement windows, between which was a small hearth with a blazing fire. There was an oak tub before the fire, and Annie immediately stepped into it and washed herself. The smell of the terrible lust of three men was soon erased by the scent of roses. Drying herself, Annie climbed into the large oak bed with the four twisted posts that held up a wooden canopy. The canopy held a panel of mirror, and, looking up, Annie could see herself quite plainly.

Flinging back the covers, she saw the body of the merchant’s daughter. It was lush and it was ripe. She smiled at herself. The Channel was indeed a wonder. After over two years of widowhood she had just had sex with three vigorous lovers. She wouldn’t get pregnant from any of the encounters, nor would she contract any diseases. And best of all, no one would ever know. The Beast was certainly the lustiest lover any woman could have. Oddly she forgave him his demanding nature. But what had caused him to need such mastery over a woman that he would share her with his soldiers? When she learned that—and she would, Annie thought—she would be able to tame the Beast.

The sound of the key turning in the lock caused her to feign sleep.

“Are you truly sleeping?” he asked her.

“Nay,” Annie answered, opening her eyes.

“Good. I am of a mind to have you again this night, Mistress Anne,” he told her, and, removing the long burgundy silk robe he was wearing, he revealed his nakedness.

“You are beautiful, my lord,” Annie told him truthfully, and he was.

Tall and lean, he was well muscled, with broad shoulders and a chest that tapered into a narrow waist and hips. He turned to bar the door behind him, and she admired his hard buttocks, his long, furred legs, his thickly furred groin where rested his mighty cock. His chest too was furred, but lightly. “Men are not beautiful,” he told her.

“You are,” she said softly. “Will you always wear your mask, my lord?”

“You would not like what was beneath,” he told her.

“You have been scarred badly, my lord,” Annie guessed.

He nodded. “I would not frighten you, Mistress Anne.”

“I am your possession, as you have told me quite firmly,” Annie replied. “Would it make any difference to you if I were frightened?”

“Nay, it would not,” he said coldly. “But a man must have his pride. I need no one’s—no woman’s—pity,” the Beast told Annie almost bitterly.

“One day you will show me your face,” Annie heard herself saying. “You will show it to me because you will love me.”

He laughed harshly. “Wench,” he said, “you fancy yourself, I can see. But you also amuse me. I will keep you with me for the interim, and not give you to my men for their enjoyment. They are very disappointed about that decision, for Rafe and Kaspar have highly praised you.” Then he looked sharply at her. “You did not come for them.” It was a statement, and not a question.

“Nay,” Annie said, “I did not.”

“Why?” he demanded to know.

“Because I have reserved my passion for you alone, my lord,” she told him.

“A clever answer, wench.”

“The truth, my lord,” Annie responded quietly.

He climbed into the bed next to her and drew her into his embrace. He ran a finger over her lips. “Such a talented mouth,” he said softly.

“If you permit me to handle you, my lord, it shall give you even greater pleasure,” she promised him with a small smile.

“Indeed,” he said. “You have my permission, Mistress Anne.”

Pulling the covers back, Annie climbed onto his torso, her buttocks facing his head. Slithering down him, she caressed his big cock. She began to lick at its length, sliding her tongue up and down, down and up the pillar of flesh. Rolling his foreskin down, she took just the head of his member into the warm cave of her mouth. Her tongue encircled it slowly, and then she sucked him gently, feeling him burgeoning in her mouth. Annie smiled and, turning herself about, slid farther down to gather his furred balls in her hand. Bending, she licked them and then, taking them into her mouth, rolled them about with her tongue. He gave a loud groan. Releasing him, she found his penis was now at its full power, and he was very ready to have her, but Annie escaped his grasp and, pulling herself up, straddled his head, pushing her mons down as she commanded him, “You must lick and suck me, and when I am ready I will ride you.”

“Bitch,” he murmured against her labia, “you will be punished for your temerity.” Then his mouth kissed her flesh, and he licked and sucked at her.

“Yes, my lord,” Annie replied sweetly, and when she felt herself growing wet with his attentions she moved down once again, impaling herself on his hard length. Then she rode him until he was whimpering and his hands were crushing and bruising the tender flesh of her breasts. “You will come for me!” she told him.

“And you will come for me,” he told her, rolling her onto her back as he pistoned her fiercely. “Did the slave think to master the master?” he demanded, pushing himself into her again and again.

“Harder, my lord! Deeper, my lord!” Annie cried to him. “I am near. So near!”

“As am I!” he answered her as he complied with her demands. And then they cried out together as their bodies climaxed with their lusty passions.

He did not leave her then, and Annie fell asleep in his arms, content for the first time in months, and deliciously sated. She was at first confused and surprised when Devyn awakened her. She was in her own bed at the Spa. And she was still wearing the clothing she had worn the previous night. She knew he was pretending not to notice. “I fell asleep,” she said sheepishly.

“You had a rough day yesterday,” he said. “How about if I run you a bath?”

She nodded. “Make it rose scented today,” she told him. She could smell the fragrance of rose all about her, she realized. The wall covering the flat-screen television was closed. She sought for the remote, and when she couldn’t find it opened the night table drawer to find it there. Had she returned it there? She couldn’t remember.

The next few days seemed to fly as she was treated to the various opportunities the Spa offered its clientele. She particularly liked the weight and strength training. Devyn was her instructor. The day he slipped boxing gloves on her hands and held up his own target cover mitts, she discovered just how angry she really was at Nat’s death.

“I want you to hit as hard as you can at my hands, Annie. Think about something that really makes you angry or has made you angry. Something you haven’t been able to let go of, or something you didn’t dare express because of your kids. This is a cardio workout, but it’s also meant to help you get past your anger.”

She began to hit weakly at the targets he was holding up. Annie Miller was a strong woman. She didn’t let anything get under her skin. She couldn’t. She had to think of the children and their well-being.

“Not good enough,” Devyn said. “Don’t tell me you aren’t angry about having been left a widow. And he sure as hell didn’t leave you well fixed, did he? A bit selfish, I’d say. And why wasn’t he watching where he was going that day? I mean, who steps into the path of one of those humongous red London buses?”

“That’s not fair!” Annie said sharply, but she began to hit harder at the target mitt he was waving in front of her.

“He was probably looking at one of those hot London girls,” Devyn taunted her, “and thinking how he’d like to get laid.”

“You don’t know Nat,” Annie cried, striking more fiercely at him.

“Maybe you didn’t know him.
Didn’t
being the operative word, Annie. The man is dead. He left you with five kids and very little else.” Devyn dodged the blow Annie blindly aimed at him. “Hey, keep your eyes on the targets!” he warned her.

Annie started to hit with all her strength at the mitts he was holding up. Her glove-covered fists flashed back and forth. She was angry. Oh, God, she was really angry! Nat was gone. Killed in a stupid accident that should never have happened. And she was so tired of struggling to keep what they had built going. Tired of having to listen to her dad tell her over and over again that he had warned Nat his insurance wouldn’t be enough in the event of an accident. Tired of having to accept so many kindnesses from Lizzie, even if Lizzie did mean well. Tired of listening to her mother, who had everything and more, whine about her father’s golf. But most of all she was tired of having to make compromises so that everyone around her would be happy. When did she get to be happy? Gasping with her exertion, Annie burst into tears.

Yanking off the target mitts, Devyn pulled her into his arms. “Geez, Annie, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you,” he said, hugging her.

“It…it wasn’t you,” Annie sobbed. “Not really.”

“I should not have said those things. I mean, hell, I don’t really know you or your situation. I just needed to get you going for the cardio workout.”

Annie started to laugh through her tears. “Well,” she told him, “you sure got me going, Devyn.”
Good grief.
She was snuggled against his hard chest, and she had soaked his T-shirt. She pulled away. “I’m sorry to be such a baby, but you got me thinking, and you’re right. I was angry, and I’ve never let it out. I’ve been killed being brave for everyone’s sake but mine. But when you have kids you do that.”

“You look awfully young to have five kids,” he said.

“And one starting Princeton in a couple of weeks,” she reminded him. Then she grinned. “Want to go another round, kid?” She held up the glove, and shuffled her feet.

“I think you’ve had all the cardio you need for today,” he told her. “Look, I know you can’t join the gym in Egret Pointe, but get yourself a pair of these gloves and target mitts, and work out with one of your kids. It’s good for you.”

“I’ve got a teenage daughter,” Annie remarked. “She would be the one, I suspect. It would probably be good for both of us.”

He laughed and nodded. “Wish I could have done that with my dad,” he said.

“You didn’t get along with your dad?” Annie asked, curious, as he pulled the boxing gloves from her hands.

“My dad and I got on great. Maybe a little too great. We did a lot of things together, especially after my mom died. But in the end I guess he realized he had spoiled me too much. And he tried to correct the oversight. The rich really are different, Annie.”

“You’re rich?” She was surprised. Why was he working here if he was rich?

“My dad was, but I’m not. Hey, let’s go have some fresh juice now.”