My Lady Series Bundle (30 page)

"Oh, si," Orelan breathed softly, with awareness building in her sun-gold eyes. "You are so hard. Yes? Just as when you spanked my bottom."

"I was
not
aroused then, woman," he denied harshly, in a strained and rumbling voice. "And if I could manage to move my leg, I
would
be off you."

"Oh, my Wyndham, is your leg this bad?" she asked, squirming beneath him, while groping her hand downward, until . . . !

Wyndham hissed a tight inhale of breath as all his muscles locked, including the throbbing and rigid dick between his thighs, vicariously dribbling small increments of his seed. "That is
not
my leg, Orelan," he finished hoarsely.

"Oh, my Wyndham, of course I knew this," Orelan hummed softly with treacherous innocence. "I may be the virgin, my puma, but I know of a man's..." Then, she whispered hotly into his ear, "
Pene
," while she fondled him through the fabric of his pants as though testing his size and length.

"You are playing with fire, senorita," he hissed through his gritted teeth even as he rocked his hips, spawning Orelan to clasp the outline of his cock tighter. "Stroke it," he finished in a growling of denial and need combined.

He was insane and he knew it. Orelan was a virgin, yet hardly innocent, as she played the tormenting and sultry siren beneath him. Then his throbbing prick was loose from his pants and gripped into her soft urgent hand.

"Hold
it tighter, spitfire," he whispered tightly, finding her bobbing breast with his mouth. "Stroke it faster," he finished on a rasp as his lips closed around her turgid nipple.

"Oh si, Wyndham," Orelan puffed breathlessly as she felt Wyndham's incredible masculine power sliding in the tight grip of her hand. His thick organ was an unbendable rod of male flesh. Sleek and hot skin surrounded the thickening mass sliding over her palm as she stroked from the smooth satin head down to the base, where the bottom siding of her hand grazed against his warm male sacs.

"Cup my balls, spitfire," Wyndham uttered huskily, around the spiked protuberance of her nipple that he nipped so thrillingly with his teeth. Each love bite to the tender erection hit a nerve inside her that made her hips grind upward as her hand stroked his shaft more tightly. She was feverish again, only this time her inner core ached deeply with each solid and lengthily stroking of her hand over Wyndham's thrusting male organ. A ram of masculine muscle, flesh, and bone. She caressed his swollen male sacs and milked his shaft harder as her thighs separated beneath her dark earthy yearnings.

"
Dios
, Wyndham," she cried passionately beneath the onslaught.

"Orelan," he hissed with a clipped groan as he held himself ridged on his forearms above her undulating body. His head was hung down and his face was buried between her jiggling breasts. She brought the head of his pene right into the lips of her sex as she stroked the length of the thick column faster. She did not know what she was doing, yet the tip of the head felt so hot and exciting, playing over the place Wyndham had lick the throbbing rapture from her with his naughty tongue.

"
Oh
dios, yes!" She rubbed the fiery head deeper into the lips of her sex as instinct lifted her knees upward.

"Yes,"
Wyndham hissed, roughly plucking her nipple with the edges of his nipping teeth. The action sent a shock of raw pleasure into her sex as her head arched sharply backward and then... Then she screamed!

"Damnation,"
Wyndham swore gutturally. His raging prick was buried to the hilt inside Orelan's crimped and convulsing vagina. "Christ!" he uttered again explosively, trying beyond human measures to remain rooted in place and impossibly still, because Orelan was weeping and clutching him frantically. His muscles bulged and quivered as he willed his nearly passion-blank mind back from the brink. Willing it to give up control with each hard shaking breath that he took.

"It hurts.
Hurts
," Orelan cried, writhing her hips beneath him.

"Hold still, baby. Please, hold still," Wyndham whispered, urgently cupping Orelan's face with one hand, while he held his hips solid against her movements. He heaved another hard and aching breath. "Baby, please look at me.
Look
at me, Orelan," he urged raggedly. Orelan's beautiful face was ravaged with tears and confusion as her golden gaze tripped fearfully over his, while her fingernails dug painful gouges into the muscles of his back "I will not move," he vowed stoutly.

"Oh-h," she gasped a panting breath that turned into a hiccup-sob.

"Baby," he whispered rubbing his forehead against her feverish temple. "Try to breathe, sweetheart, just a few slow breaths." She managed, and her fingernails retreated from their painful digging. "It will be all right," he murmured against her cheek. "I promise you."

"Si, Wyndham," she breathed, finally hugging her arms partway around his back. Her knees, which were bent upward on either side of his hips, lost their tragic tenseness and folded inward to rest on his hips.

He plucked her lips once, tenderly and softly, with his. "Does it still hurt so badly?" He did not allow her to answer as he dipped his head again, plucking her lips and sliding the flat tip of his tongue lazily over her bottom lip.

"Oh mmm," she purred as she followed his lips with her pouted mouth.

"Can you feel me pulsating inside you?" he asked in a murmur around her lips.

"Oh si," she sighed and her inner muscles crimped, and then released around his cock.

"
A-
God," he groaned. "You little vixen." He hung his head and he felt sweat drip down his jaw. "I cannot move, Orelan . . . my leg. I am going to perish."

Orelan laughed, and he groaned at the sensation along his cock. Christ, her inner muscles were strong, they were stubborn like she was. "But, my golden puma, I do not hurt for a little while now. But this, I have not said, because I love to kiss you."

"Will you get on top of me, Orelan?" he asked in a whisper against her ear.

"On top?" she questioned, darting the tip of her tongue forward to catch a drop of sweat on his square chin.

"It is the only way we can finish this before I expire, spitfire," he growled. Then, he rolled their bodies, ignoring the sharp pain in his leg. Orelan squealed at the surprise move, and then she was straddling him as he lay on his back. He grasped the feminine flesh of her hips as she braced her hands upon his chest. She appeared bewildered, yet then slowly calculating in a purely feminine way. He could see her mind working in her gaze as she tested the feel of this new position, and then she realized what power in their joining she might have astride. She was vibrant and alive and beautiful beyond compare. Yet, he would not allow her everything.

He was the man.
Her man.
But ultimately the conqueror. He rose to a sitting position holding Orelan's satiny bare back. His bad leg was straight and his good one was bent with her settled in the cradle of his hips.

"
Yum,
Wyndham," she purred at the movement, which caused his dick to jab deeply inside her heat and fire, making him grit his teeth. "This feels very good, my golden puma."

She rubbed the hard and jutting spokes of her aroused nipples across his chest as he grasped the back of her head and pulled downward to kiss her. At that moment with one arm braced behind him, he humped his hips upward, lifting her to fall as he pumped again.
"Oh
, Wyndham," she gasped. It was not a cry of pain this time. She was with him all the way, gazing at him intently, as he lifted and dropped their bodies, teaching her the rhythms.

"Oh
, my Wyndham!" she cried passionately, tossing her head backward, arching her neck as he impaled her again. The heaviness of her supple breasts undulated with each strong thrust he took, bouncing her turgid pink nipples, as he ogled them with spellbinding lust. She arched her spine further, until his hands around her curving waist were the only things anchoring her. A nimble pagan offering, arched beneath his gaze, as her long sable hair pooled around his calves and he fucked her hard again. She screamed ardently, riding his pumping cock like a wild thing as she braced her hands on his ankles and humped her hips aggressively into his pounding rhythm.

"
Christ,"
he groaned through his teeth, trying to hold onto his unbridled woman, since she was now fucking him like a wanton courtesan. Sweat plaster his scalp, dripping into his eyes, as he lowered his gaze to see the root of his cock disappearing in and out of Orelan's writhing pussy.

"Oh
, Wyndham!" she screamed in torment and ecstasy combined. It was the call of an impassioned lover so close to their release, but unable to capture it.

"Come to me," he commanded harshly, forcefully lifting her from her spine-bending arching toward him.

"Wyndham,
Wyndham,
" she mewled, clutching his shoulders as he lowered his back further down the wall behind him, until she was laying on his chest. The position rested her clitoris with splayed labia lips over the very root hold of his cock.

"Now fuck me, little spitfire. Fuck me hard," he ordered in a ragged base voice.

Orelan moved on Wyndham as he commanded with her senses screaming for the same release he had given her earlier with his hot mouth. She was mindless, except for the desire nipping its talons at her so fiercely, as she rode her golden puma like a beastly stallion coupling heavily with its mare. Up and down his tall sweat-slicked body she rode, nipping at his chest, his nipples, and his strong neck, spearing herself on his engorged shaft over and over. The motion rubbed her desperate sex in such a way that she went faster, shuddering and panting in pleasure. Wyndham grasped her wriggling buttocks with his large hands, pushing and pulling her more rapidly over his thrusting shaft, as she screamed, scratching his shoulders. Her entire body quaked, yet the burning fire in her sex was riding the thick base of Wyndham's pene with each pull and draw. "Oh, Dios! Dios!
"
she wailed.

"Come to me, baby," Wyndham hissed fiercely. "
Come
to me!"

Orelan felt it then, the bursting of ecstasy that ravished her senses, making her scream shrilly. "Wyndham!" She could not control her legs or her body as exquisite tremors rippled through her sex. Each hard thrusting of Wyndham inside her, exploded the sensations a hundredfold. She heard Wyndham bellow a deep guttural sound that only a man could make, as she felt hot fluid rush deep into her womb. The wide fullness of Wyndham's stout shaft throbbed inside her and she could not catch her breath as her mind went blank.

"Christ,"
Wyndham hissed, holding Orelan to his chest. She had fainted and he was still riding out the throes of his tremendous ejaculation. It was staggering, and he'd never experienced anything closely resembling it with a woman before. When it finally eased, he was panting through his clenched teeth. The pleasure had gone on for more minutes than his passion-raped senses could count, and the one thought he had during it all . . .
was that now Orelan was his
. . . and he would never allow her to be quit of him again. It was damn possessive, and he knew it.

In fact his ruthless male ego reveled in it. He understood that he could not afford the savage base feelings of possession right then. It would severely interfere with his efforts to get both of them out of Valcourt alive. Yet he was helpless against it, for one lone moment, as he held Orelan tightly in his embrace.
Just this moment,
he told himself viciously. Just this one moment and he would let it go until...

"You are a beast, my Wyndham," Orelan muttered huskily against his chest. Then he felt her lips pouting a kiss to the muscular center.

One more moment,
he wanted to shout, yet he knew that he did not have even the grace of that.
But one day,
he promised himself, as he turned his body, taking Orelan to his side as he leaned over her. Her irises were sated and sultry in golden honey coloring. Feline eyes, he told himself. After their intimacy together, he severely dreaded what he had to do next. He had just taken her virginity and that was just too precious to be trampled upon, yet he had no choice.

"And you are a
slut
, Orelan," he uttered. "
My
slut now."

"No!" she instantly hissed with a flash of anger in her yellow-almond shaded eyes. Yet then, she crumpled with a helpless gaze. It seemed that she understood the crazy game they were being forced to play. "Wyndham, I cannot. I am too foolish," she whispered, turning her face to the side. "I do loco things, when I am so afraid. I cannot help myself..."

"You
will
now," he interrupted her roughly.
"You
will do everything that I command you to do. Or I will take a whip to your naked ass, instead of a leisurely belt, and I will
not
stop this time."

"No! Dios," she cried, trying to turn her body away from him. But he did not allow it, holding her shivering nakedness tight against his body.

"Are you afraid to be whipped, Orelan?" he ruthlessly asked.

"Yes, you beast!" she cried.

"And you know that I will do it?" he asked relentlessly.

"Yes," she hissed with frustrated and frightened tears in her eyes.

"Then, show me how obedient you will become with the threat of a whip to your tender flesh," Wyndham said mercilessly. "Go now and supplicate yourself over the stool."

Orelan sucked in an emotional breath, trying furiously to fight her frightened and heaving emotions. A part of her believed that Wyndham would never truly hurt her. Yet, she needed to believe that he would do just that, so she could fight her unruly emotions. Emotions that would get her into such trouble beneath Alexei's power. She thought it was possibly a good thing that she was so irrational at the moment or she would never have been able to do as her golden puma commanded.

Yet, the fear inside her was sweeping as she rose with Wyndham's intense purple eyes watching her. Then she lowered her nakedness over the stool in an exposed defenseless position. The tears that would not come before pooled beneath her clenched eyelids as she supplicated herself to Wyndham's greater power.
What would he do to her,
her mind cried as she listened to him rising behind her? Her body trembled terribly as she heard him draw nearer to her. Yet it was working, as much as she wanted to turn and spit fire at him, she could not dare herself to.