Harnessed Passions (38 page)

Julia couldn't help but sigh her surrender;
she would let him play and she would enjoy his touch just so long
as she didn't allow things to get out of control. She knew he would
stop if she asked; he had so many times in the past.

"Touch me Princess," she heard him whisper
as his lips moved to her ear. He pulled her up tight against him,
belly to belly, breast to chest, thigh to thigh. Julia gasped
again, a mixture of fear and shock. He couldn't mean for her to
actually touch...that part of him? It was sinful, it was
wicked...it was him!

"Touch me Julia," he ordered again, his hand
still caressing and teasing her tender breast.

"I can't," she whispered, her embarrassment
was minimal to the feelings his skillful fingers were creating.

"You can," he assured her. "I'm here for
you. Touch me, know me. I know you want to."

"No I don't."

"Liar," he smiled against her ear, moving
his lips across her neck. He bit and teased the soft flesh beneath
her ear, until goose bumps ran over her entire body, settling in
the lower most regions of her desires. Julia could feel his arousal
against her thigh as his fingers began to caress her labia. He
teased and touched her until she could no longer think of anything
but the erotic feelings he was burning to life inside her. It felt
so good, so wicked; she did want to touch him, but he shouldn't
have known that.

"Now darling," he ordered softly. "I have to
know you now." Julia didn't understand for certain what he meant,
but she didn't much care. The only thing she did know for sure was
he wanted her, and God help her, she wanted him too.

"Yes Daniel," she whispered, nodding her
head softly. He slipped his long finger inside her wet vagina as
his mouth covered hers again, absorbing the sound of shock as he
teased another moan from her with the tip of his tongue.

She couldn't believe he was doing this
again, but the thought of how it felt, how it now felt brought a
surge of desire up inside her so strong she had to know more. Her
leg lifted to a bent position as his mouth left hers and traveled
across her sternum, stopping momentarily to bath her breasts in hot
kisses. His mouth traveled further south, licking and tasting her
flat stomach to her navel where the tip of his tongue began to
circle the small indent, teasing and tasting until she moaned.

Daniel knew she had no real idea what was
about to happen and wanted her to be overwhelmed with need when he
entered her. As her legs parted, allowing him further access to her
body, he smiled. His lips moved across the dark curls as his
fingers parted her labia for his exploration. His tongue began to
caress her sweet body, tasting the salty warning of her pending
orgasm. He knew it was a matter of seconds before she found her
release and he wanted her to explore it to the final depth.

“
Reach up and hold the
headboard,” he ordered her as he released her hands and positioned
himself between her legs. Julia opened her eyes and stared at him,
biting her lower lip as his tongue darted out to lick his
lips.

“
Hold on tight and don’t
let go; if you do, we’ll have to start all over again.” He warned
her with a wicked grin as she found the thin bars that traveled
parallel across the headboard, holding the posts
upright.

Daniel slipped his hand beneath her as his
finger began a slow thrust in and out of her. She closed her eyes
when he leaned back across her; this was wicked and wrong, but it
felt so wonderful and erotic she couldn’t resist. As his tongue
found her clitoris again, she found her breath escaping her lungs
in short shallow pants. She had felt this before and though he
insisted it was not sex, she was eager to experience the sensations
again.

Within a very few moments, Julia was crying
out, clinging to the headboard as her body exploded against his
mouth. He slipped two fingers inside her as his tongue continued to
tease her, causing her head to roll from one side to the other.
Without warning, he lifted her hips higher off the bed as he buried
three fingers inside her and smiled against her quivering body as
she growled savagely in the silent room.

As much as Daniel wanted her to be in the
embrace of orgasm when he joined her, he desperately needed her to
understand what it was that was going to fill her up. He rose above
her, fighting the urge to plunge into her tight body, kissing her
neck as finally her lips as she slowly began to calm down.

Julia could taste the salty afterglow of her
release against his tongue and lips and frowned. She wasn’t sure if
was wrong or not; everything she ever thought to be proper was
being blown out of the water with this man. As many times as her
friends in Boston had told her of their brief encounters with their
beaus, they never mentioned this.

“
Touch me now,” he ordered
against her mouth as his hard penis pressed against her thigh. A
moment’s hesitation passed before she found the courage to allow
her fingers to travel freely. Daniel groaned against her lips when
he felt her hand move slowly across his arms, down his back and to
his hips. She touched and caressed the muscles rippling beneath her
touch, playing wickedly with those powerful, marvelous
hips.

He locked his lips to her breast again and
moved away from her slightly, urging her to touch him where he
needed her the most. Her fingers moved with tortured slowness until
they found what they were searching for. Instantly she gasped
jerking her hand away. She hadn't expected him to feel so...firm or
hard, and the size of him...good God she must be mad for wanting to
feel that!

"Don't stop Princess," he told her, moving
his lips up her neck. "Oh God, don't ever stop." With those words,
Julia found the strength she needed to continue her investigation.
She stroked the hard length of his manhood with the tips of her
fingers before his hand reached for hers, forcing her hand to curl
around his throbbing firm shaft. Daniel groaned and Julia leaned
back to look at him. He smiled at her as he moved her hand across
him in a tight stroking motion.

“
Don’t stop,” he told her
and closed his eyes to enjoy the innocent touch of her hand. Julia
did as told as she bit her lower lip; this seemed deliciously
wicked, though she wasn’t certain if it was wrong anymore or not.
He enjoyed it, she enjoyed it so did that make it wrong?

Daniel removed her hand reluctantly, kissing
her palm before rolling her gently beneath him. His lips closed
over hers as he moved her hand back above her head, easing her
fingers around the bar. He positioned himself between her legs,
urging her knees to part for him. His fingers began to play inside
her again as he willed himself to go slow. He had to remember she
was still a virgin; he couldn't go down on her as he would another
woman. He led kiss after kiss across her collarbone, her cheeks,
her neck and finally her lips. He would smother the painful cries
from her so the only sensation she felt was pleasure.

"Say it princess," he urged her softly, his
lips brushing hers. Julia arched closer to him and smiled
tenderly.

"I love you," she whispered.

"Again."

"I love you, I love you..."

"I love you," he finished, covering her
mouth with the eager pressure of his own.

Daniel pressed the tip of his swollen penis
against her moist vagina, no longer caring or thinking about her
innocence. He began to press slowly, easing only when he heard her
startled gasp. He hadn't yet broken through her barrier and she
already feared the event, but he wouldn't allow her to resist him
this time. Daniel rose up on his elbows and smiled knowingly down
to her as he lifted her legs higher, positioning them around his
waist.

“
It will be uncomfortable
for a moment, but then you will feel nothing but pleasure, I
promise,” he assured her, watching the mixture of trust and fear
dance across her face.

He edged closer to her, pushing softly as
his mouth captured hers, frowning when he heard a frantic pounding
at their bedroom door. He ignored it at first, but then the sound
came again this time louder and with an urgent cry from Jeremy.
Julia and Daniel looked at each other and groaned.

Not now! They had worked so hard to get
here; this wasn’t the time for interruptions. Before they could
form a complete thought to reject the man’s urgent cries, Jeremy
pounded on the door a third time.

"Daniel! Julia!" Jeremy shouted. Daniel
growled like a wounded beast, glancing across his shoulder to the
wooden barrier dividing the young man from the passion burning
between the long slender legs wrapped around his hips.

"Go away Jeremy!" he ordered, but was
answered only by another urgent cry, this one sent chills running
down Daniel's spine and fear tearing at Julia's heart..

"Get out here, dammit! The barn's on
fire!"

Those four words,
the barn's on fire
,
brought Julia and Daniel out of their state of erotic bliss and
back into the world of reality. Daniel jumped from the bed and
grabbed his clothes, sliding on his pants as he pulled the shirt
across his torso, ignoring the buttons scattered all over the
floor. He hopped to the door tugging on his boots, glancing back to
Julia who was dressing in record time. She had pulled on the dress
she deposited to the back of the chair a short time ago and slipped
her feet back into her slippers, struggling to fasten the buttons
lining the front of the gown while she quickly followed Daniel out
the door.

The grounds were a madhouse with people ran
around shouting orders at the same time. Buckets of water were
filled at the well while several men ran to the barns with wet
blankets, throwing them across the horses that fought to flee the
inferno of hell. Flames shot out of the walls and smoke billowed
through the night sky, making the whole area smell of burnt hay and
horse hair.

Julia hurried to help her mother wet a
blanket at the trough. The whole situation appeared to be more of a
nightmare than reality; nobody heard what the person next to them
was saying and nobody knew what they were doing or who to listen
to.

Julia could hear Daniel's voice bellowing
like thunder through the confusion and crackles of burning timbers.
He shouted for a group of men to get the horses out to the corrals
and for Jeremy to form a line on the buckets. He grabbed a shovel
and called to four men to do the same and they all began shoveling
dirt on the flames near the front of the stables so they could get
into it to rescue the horses. Julia's heart swelled with pride; he
had the entire situation under one order in a matter of moments,
everyone working together in unison.

The sound of horses neighing could be heard
throughout the night air. Men ran whistling, shouting and calling
the horses by name. Julia could still hear Daniel's tone echoing
through the air like music in a symphony hall. Somehow, just
knowing he was close by made her feel more secure and
confident.

Nearly all the horses were free from the
burning structure when Louise motioned to Julia, pointing to the
one lone horse still in the flame ridden barn. The horse’s panic
called out pleading for help. Julia struggled to see through the
smoke. Tears stung her eyes and the smells and odor of the blazing
holocaust bit hard against her recovering lungs. The horse whined
again, pounding it's hooves against the stable wall, begging for
someone to save it. Julia gasped recognized the fearful cries of
her own mare, even before she could focus her smoky eyes on her
chestnut colored image.

"Oh God, it's Biscuit," she shouted to her
mother, dropping the blanket and running at top speed toward the
entrance. Louise called to her daughter, but her voice was drowned
out by the sounds of the men and horses around her.

Julia ran into the flames nearly tripping
over a pile of burning hay close by the door. She didn't think
about the fire, she barely noticed the smoke, her mind was too
consumed with her horse's cries and the constant banging of
Biscuit's hooves against the wooden walls. Julia saw the axe lying
beneath a burning timber and ran for it. The smoke was hard and
furious against her still weak lungs, but she managed to stomp the
flames out and grab the axe with the hem of her skirt.

Biscuit was near the back of the barn, her
front thigh was covered in blood, caked with sweat, mud and burnt
hay and her hooves scratched and tore huge grooves in the side
walls. Julia used the axe to chop the large timber blocking her
mare's path to freedom. The fire caught hold of Julia's sleeve and
she screamed, ripping the material from her arm. She was burned and
blisters were already beginning to form, but it wasn't enough to
make her abandon her mission to save her beloved horse.

The timber soon gave way and the flames
extinguished themselves in the hay of the stall. Biscuit was
panicked and hurt, but her desperate need for salvation were
overwhelming. She bolted past Julia, knocking her out of the way as
her hooves kicked up burning debris on her frantic path to
freedom.

Julia felt weak as a new born babe from her
exertion; her lungs heaving against the smoke. She struggled to
stand from where she had fallen, heat and fear growing in intensity
as she realized she was trapped. Biscuit had knocked enough debris
in her way, to set the only path out of the barn on fire.

Julia coughed and tried to scream, but her
cries for help were drowned out by the rush of ceiling beams
crashing to the floor. She covered her head and backed further
against the corner of the stall. There was no escape, no way out.
She was trapped and without any means to free herself. She tried to
gaze through the smoke in hopes of finding the axe she had used to
release Biscuit, but found only a thick dense wall of black smoke.
She pushed her way to a side window, coughing and sputtering as the
fire grew and her lungs filled with smoke. She used a broken piece
of wood to break the window out and began shouting for help. She
thought of climbing through the small opening but her size was by
degrees larger than the minute frame.