My Lady Series Bundle (29 page)

"Damnation," Wyndham cursed under his breath as he grasped both of Orelan's wrists in one hand, pulling them easily to the side as he slapped the doubled over leather belt in his hand across her already rosette ass cheeks.
Thwack!

"Ow!" Orelan screeched.

Wyndham watched Orelan's plush butt redden with a welt.
Damnation
, he was furious!

"More,
" Alexei demanded, with excitement coloring his voice.

Wyndham's fingers tightened around the ends of the belt as Orelan begged him helplessly not to whip her again.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

"Ow! Ow! Dios!" she squealed with choking sobs as her rounded buttocks jerked spasmodically, and three more welts lined the lustful crease of her stunning ass.

"Enough!" he snarled as he threw the belt at Alexei, before he tossed a sobbing Orelan off his thighs onto the bed. "The price?" he demanded with a heaving chest as he stood, facing Alexei.

Alexei's face was tinted with lust as he stood also, flexing the belt between his thin hands. "I begin to believe that you do intend for this faithless puta to pay, Khrisinan." Alexei paused, and then he began to replace his belt slowly around his slender waist. "So for you, I will exact nothing that you would not already be willing to give me. But for her release, I demand six actions of my own choosing. Then we shall see."

Wyndham felt his gaze simmering as he stepped forward, dangerously tense. "Six and you will be paid!" he snapped. "And no other men or women, but me," he finished angrily.

"You drive the most difficult bargains, Khrisinan," Alexei murmured, sauntering closer. Too close. "But-," Alexei continued, raising one hand, while asserting a challenge through his light blue eyes, which were icy with arousal. "I shall accept," Alexei finished, placing his palm, which trembled, onto Wyndham's bare left biceps.

Wyndham furiously jerked away from the touch, and then he strode to the bed. "Leave then, I wish to fuck my woman!"

Alexei's laughter was offensive. "I am sure our little puta will enjoy that." Then, Alexei strode to the door, opening it. "Just be sure that she does not enjoy it too much, Khrisinan."

Wyndham stood by the bed watching the door close, and he was certain he heard Alexei say, "I will be watching." Or was it only his imagination?

O
relan felt the mattress moving precariously beneath her with Wyndham's weight as he got onto the bed. In which position he came, she did not know as she scrambled upward to escape, only to find her shoulders caught by his large insistent hands. This left them kneeling, with heaving chests, facing each other as she tried to get away, but he held her powerless. The bed linen, which was wrapped crazily over her breasts, began to slip toward her waist. She attempted to grab it.

"Leave
it," Wyndham growled, shaking her, until the bed linen fell to her knees. "What are
you
going to do to keep me from whipping you again?" he asked harshly.

Instinctively, Orelan snatched her hands over her sore buttocks with a protective gesture, which arched her bare breasts impudently forward toward Wyndham. She watched his smoldering black-sapphire eyes lower to gaze at her naked breasts, brazenly thrust outward, seemingly as an offering to him. Yet, she would not remove her hands from her trembling bottom, she thought raggedly, with tears stinging her eyes.

"What?" he demanded again harshly.

She whimpered a small sound as he shook her and she admitted some defeat, which made her shiver, while several hot tears scorched her cheeks. "Anything," she hissed scornfully.

"Then, you will go into my clothing closet now and bend over, face down, across my boot stool, and wait for me," he commanded in a rough tenor voice.

Orelan gasped, not quite understanding his intentions, but realizing the sickness of its sound. What did he intend to do to her? Would he whip her again? All her thoughts scattered as he shook her again, and he exclaimed roughly. "I will take you on your knees!"

What did he mean?
Orelan hesitated, afraid and anxious. Wyndham reached for his belt, pulling it loose from his pants. "No!" she squealed, and then she scrambled off the bed to rush quickly into the large clothing closet as Wyndham had demanded.

The door slammed behind her and she thought about trying to block the door closed somehow. Only she understood that however long it took, eventually, she would have to come out once again and face Wyndham. She eyed the circular knee-high boot stool with its red velvet cushion on top. Perhaps, she ought to find a weapon? Something to hit Wyndham with when he came through the door.

Wyndham limped heavily to the bathing chamber, his jaw drawing tight at the constant toothache feeling in his knee. He'd already overwhelmed his leg's endurance and he really needed his cane, but he ignored the need. He would pay with terrible cramps that night.

When he entered the ornate gold and pink-marbled bathing chamber, he went straight to his toiletry satchel and lifted the flap. What he sought was in a small amber jar with a corked lid. Taking this, he turned to leave, hoping he was correct on the assumption that no peepholes would be placed in the clothing closet. Let Alexei wonder what he was doing, he thought, with grim satisfaction.

Before he entered the clothing closet, he steeled himself, expecting anything and everything from his spitfire, Orelan. When he did not immediately get cracked in the head, he nearly grinned. He would never mar Orelan's exquisite beauty again so hurtfully, unless he was forced to, however a belt struck across her ripe ass seemed to have inspired some obedience...

"
What
are you going to do to me, Wyndham?" Orelan gasped anxiously from his right.

When he swiveled to face her, he found her wearing one of his brown hunting jackets with her spine pressed against the wall of the closet. Her slightly slanted golden-amber eyes were wide with flecks of glittering emotion in their depths as he studied her long legs, bared to mid-thigh in his hunting jacket. The backs of her calves were shapely curved, her kneecaps were dainty, and her small bare feet were arched gracefully with painted red toenails. The sight of her scarlet toenails stopped him for a moment, with an immediate and insistent fertile heat curling in his belly, as he lifted his head slowly and crooked an arrogant finger at her. "Come here," he commanded gruffly.

Orelan's gaze flicked anxiously to the stool, and then back to him, and then down to the belt he still carried in the same hand as the small amber bottle. "You are
so
cruel. I hate you!" she whispered fiercely as she quickly came to stand before him with her head lowered.

"As much as Alexei?" he asked grimly.

Her head rose sharply, tossing her long mink-colored black hair backward like a liquid waterfall down her back. His fist tightened around the belt.

"I . . ." she searched his face, moistening her peach-tinted lips with the tip of her tongue. "I do not know," she finished in a whisper.

His jaw clenched tight and he dropped the belt and jar onto the blue rug beneath their feet, just as he grabbed Orelan to him with both arms around her. His head descended aggressively as he imprisoned Orelan's lips between the wedge made by his hand holding her head from behind and his lips working impatiently over her lips. Why did he always burn to kiss her? The surrendering impassioned sound that escaped from Orelan moments later enslaved him even more. She had stopped struggling and simply quickened beneath his taller frame, molding her rich and sinuous curves to his body. Bare breasts, naked belly, and exposed pelvis, until her hands crept over the tense muscles of his shoulders and her mouth yielded open against the wanton sweep of his tongue.

"
Omm mm
," she moaned around his tongue's thickness sweeping her mouth with long impelling strokes. He continued to stubbornly stroke the deep recesses of her lush mouth, with thick mating thrusts of his tongue, until his arms around the heated satin of her naked body were the only things holding her upright. He understood by her eager and sensual motions against him that she did not fully realize his free hand was cupping her pussy, which was hot and undulating in his hand. The lambs-wool curls covering the split peach of her sex clung and curled around his fingers as he drew his first finger lightly along the burning welling crease beneath.

"Dios," she suddenly gasped, tearing her lips from his as she shoved his chest with a hard push, then lifted her hand swiftly to slap him.

But he caught her wrist before she could connect and he grabbed her other wrist, piling them together into one of his hands, which he stretched over her head. He pushed her against the wall behind them with a muffled thud and anchored her wrists high against the wall. She struggled up onto her tiptoes, spitting fire at him. "Barbaro! Bastrdo! Never-never!"

Wyndham gripped Orelan's chin with his free hand and he took her spitting mouth beneath his lips once again. He forced her, and she tried not to kiss him, but he was relentless, until she whimpered deeply in surrender.

"You will scream for me, spitfire, but not in defiance," he promised in a low tenor, licking her kiss-swollen lips in a pagan and possessive manner. She mewled, a heated whimpering, against his mouth and he released her chin again to search out her tender fleshed peach with his hand. She was burning and moist against his fingertips as he stroked in between the velvet tissue of her pouted labia lips.

"N-n!"

When Orelan tried to wrestle her hips away from him, it merely seated his finger directly over the puckered jewel of her clitoris. It was a flushed ruby, red-hot and pulsing. He began to polish it with his finger, around and around.

"Oh. Oh,"
she moaned against his mouth, melting now back against the wall as he continued to stroke her dewy peach, concentrating with one finger over the ruby of her clitoris.

"God, you feel so good," he gasped involuntarily as he slid another finger, not working over her beading clitoris, into the slippery hot entrance of her vagina.
"Jesus,"
he hissed, prodding higher.

"Wyndham!" Orelan careened, and he could feel her tight sheath dragging at his finger, as he pressed higher . . . higher. "
Oh
, dios-dios, amour!" she cried. Wyndham suddenly stilled his movements with an overwhelming surprise. A barrier? A maidenhead? "
Oh
dios, Wyndham! Do not stop, amour!" she cried, writhing over his hand and fingers, which had stilled.

Wyndham shook himself from his shock and wrenched away from Orelan, who crumpled to the floor with her back pressed to the wall. "How could you be a widow . . .
How?
" he demanded angrily.

But Orelan only moaned, cupping her sex and looking up at him with anguished passion in her golden eyes. Damnation, she'd been nearly at the brink, he thought raggedly, as he dropped down clumsily, because of his bad knee beside her.

"Wyndham, what do you do to me?" she whimpered with an anguished and confused voice.

"I make love to you," he growled, roughly stripping the jacket down to her elbows at the same time turning her body to press her down onto the floor. He spread kisses over her heaving breasts, and then he moved down her delicate rib cage, to linger over her belly button.

"Wyndham," Orelan moaned, rising against him with her hands clutching in his hair.

He moved lower drawing his tongue along her pelvic bone, tasting salt and light perspiration, feeling the warmth and creaminess. "Open your legs for me," he commanded. It was awkward with his bad knee, but he managed with his leg braced straight behind him as Orelan's thighs spread open to his command. Then he licked the musk and heat of her tender rosy flesh that was moist peach nectar on his tongue.

"Oh dios,
Wyndham!" Orelan cried, as her legs splayed passionately wider and he lifted her quaking thighs up over his broad shoulders, while she clutched his hair. "More, my puma!" she pleaded, breathless. She was all heat and all woman, she was abandon, wild, and invincible with incredibly passionate responses as he rapidly tongued her dripping peach. His lips closed tight around the moist and swollen ruby of her protruding clit, making her screamed ardently. Then he rolled the hot throbbing bud around by the tightened edge of his lips.

"Ah-ah
. Dios! W-Wyndham!"

He held her gyrating hips down against the floor with his strength, so he could keep his mouth seated over the scorching inner recesses of her yielding pussy, while her legs arched over his back in complete surrender. It was then that he suckled her clit, up over the flatness of his tongue.

"Wyndham! Wyndham! Wyndham! Madre dios!"

Orelan's thighs quaked over his shoulders, while her buttocks flexed tensely in his large hands and he felt her clitoris throb against his tongue. She squealed and rippled beneath him like passionate-hot-addicting-love. Her climax was possessive as his mind peeled a litany of ownership.

She was his . . . his . . .
his.

C
hrist,
he was turgid. He was so stiffly engorged it was painful, and he shook his head of yellow-gold hair, trying to regain control of his impassioned senses. Orelan had experienced the little faint, but she was waking now and stretching sinuously beneath his muscular frame.

"Don't move," he ordered, growling through his clenched teeth.

"Wyndham, what is it?" she exclaimed softly, while damn her, she rocked her hips, bringing her soft hands up to his tense jaw, expressively concerned, while succeeding only in plying her young and firmly pillowed bare breasts against his naked chest.
Christ,
she was quicksilver, changing her moods in an instant and her bare flesh moving against his body, raped his senses. Her tumid nipples ravaged sensations across the expanded muscles of his chest, while her small soft hands tried to sooth his tense jaw.

"A man cannot do what I just did without consequences, spitfire," he answered through his clenched teeth. If only he could force his injured leg to unlock, he would rise off her magnetizing nakedness.