Authors: Alie Infante
“No!” He shouted, there was a muffled response, and he grinned down on me.
“Now, where were we my love?” He grinned even wider wiggling his brows, and I giggled as he bit my neck.
Mardi (
Tuesday
)
…
I looked at myself in the glass, sighed, then frowned at the black kohl Monique decided that I needed this night. I felt as if I were one of the women from the tales of the Middle East Granny used to impart to me before bedtime, because I appeared to look as I had imagined
Scheherazade
from
Arabian Nights, 1001 Nights
might have appeared.
I
sighed again, then grinned as I left Monique to go to the Yellow room. The flowing lace, left very little to the imagination, and I was truly giddy at the reaction I knew I would acquire from him.
As I sat down on the bed, the door opened, and he gave me a sinister grin as he saw the sultry look on my face.
He sat down next to me, then pulled me into his lap. His hand went to the back of my neck, and brought my lips down to his. I reeled in the feel of his soft lips.
I was drawn to him, and I had come to hunger after, yearn for, and fixate, in this need for him. He slid the dressing gown from my shoulders, then moaned as he saw that I was already naked. I pushed the shirt from his shoulders, my lips went to his chest, and he sighed.
I drew back to look at him then.
He gave me the most alluring look I had ever seen from a man, and I doubted if he even knew it.
I kissed him then.
He looked up at me, and before I knew it, he had me in his arms. He laid me on bed, and we both sank into it.
He drew away from me to step out of his trousers, and as his skin touched mine, I gasped at the heat I felt.
I sighed deep in my throat.
He smiled, as he removed the stockings.
He ran his hands up my thighs, then pulled me closer into him. He looked at my face then, and traced my lips with his finger, then drew his tongue across my lips, in the same
manner as his finger.
He kissed me deeply, and I was in heaven.
I felt his movement, just before he drove forward, and my back arched.
Mon Dieu!
He felt glorious.
The thickness of him filled me, and as he moved his hips slightly forward, a deep moan left my throat. He brought my legs up further, drove
forward again, and a deep guttural moan left his throat.
“Ye feel exactly as
my mind conjured this afternoon. I was quite distracted with thoughts of ye nearly all day.” He whispered, as his head dipped to my breast, he took my nipple into his mouth, then raised his head.
“
Regardez-moi
.” Look at me, he whispered, and I looked up to see his eyes had darkened. “Tis exactly as it should be.”He said softly, and I was surprised at the force in his words. I did not answer, for I was to feign my lack of English, even still.
He suddenly rolled, so that now I was on top.
“
Monter moi
.” Ride me.” He said, and I smiled.
I p
laced my hands on his chest, then moved my hips into him. He closed his eyes, as his hands went to my hips, guiding my movements. I bent over him, kissed him, and he jerked my hips forward, causing him to fill me even more.
He sat up, his hands going to my hips again, pulling me forward.
“
Oh…mon…dieu
.” Oh…my…god. I whispered, and he grinned.
Each time he pulled me forward, moved my hips, I could feel him hit
something deep inside of me, and it would build. He pushed my upper body backwards, as he thrust up through my body, and a scream left my throat, as he pulled me forward, causing him to sink even deeper, filling every inch of me.
He sped up his rhythm, and
another scream left my throat. He brought his lips back to mine, swallowing the scream, as I continued to ride him.
“
Mon seigneur
!” My lord. I screamed as I felt myself spiraling into the orgasm, his lips left mine, as he sucked the skin in the hollow of my neck into his mouth.
“
Pas encore
.” No yet.
He
said, and I could only shake my head.
He
turned again, behind me. As he pushed his hips forward, I cried out.
I did
not think I could contain myself any longer.
He was
slaying me!
Nevertheless,
in a delightful fashion!
His hand went to my hips again, and he guided me toward him. His other hand came around me, and he touched me as he drove
his hips forward, finding his rhythm.
I screamed
oui
, repeatedly, until I felt it wash over my entire body, all the way to the tips of my toes.
He ran his fingers through my hair, then brought my mouth back to his. He put my legs over his shoulders, then bent forward, careful not to put his entire weight on me.
When he touched me a deep moan left my throat, as he moved his hips forward repeatedly, thrusting through my body.
It was a long
drawn out scream, as the orgasm hit me. I looked up to see him stiffen, a deep moan leaving his throat, as he collapsed on top of me. I smoothed the wet hair from his face, trying to catch my breath, and he caught my hand, brought it to his lips, then kissed it.
He grinned as he kissed me fully on the lips, then moved to the side taking me with him.
“Ye, shall be the death of me woman.” He sighed, then pulled me into the curve of his arm.
I smiled, as I felt sleep’s pull.
Mercredi (
Wednesday
)
I
frowned as I looked at the bathtub Harvey and two men had placed in the room moments ago. I frowned again, as I looked at myself in the glass this time, because the copper colored irises on my neither regions and breast, seem just so comical to me.
As he entered the room, my suspicions were correct, because he threw his head back and laughed, pulled me to him giving me a deep kiss, then moved back to shed his clothing.
That was my last lucid thought, because he pulled me even closer to him, picked me up, then entered the tub, with me on his lap. He kissed my throat, and I sighed. For some peculiar reason, I had missed him terribly this day, no matter that I had just been with him the day before.
He brought my lips back to his, my thoughts ceasing. I wrapped my legs around his waist, he lifted me by the hips, and a deep sigh left my lips then. He rocked me forward, and everything that I might have asked him about his day left me,
and I centered on the feel of him.
Jeudi (
Thursday
)
This time I groaned as I looked into the looking glass. I was dressed as a D
omestique Française
, French maid, however Madame had chosen to shorten the length of the piece of clothing, then denied me under-garments. The lacy stockings, and the rouge on my cheeks, caused me to think that he might perceive me as what I was pretending to be in this get-up.
He smiled as he came through the door of the red room,
drink in hand, then walked to the desk in the corner. He placed the bottle, and the glass on the desk, then tested his weight on it, with a wolfish grin.
“Shall we?”
He questioned, brow lifted, crooked grin, and I could not help but laugh. I walked to him; he lifted me, then placed me on the desk.
As His hands went to my thighs, he gasped, then looked down on me grinning.
“
Pourquoi avez-vous mauvaise fille, celle-ci exige une fessée
.”
Why ye naughty minx, this shall require a
cuff. He grinned, turned me, placed me on my knees on the desk, then struck my bottom. I gasped as it stung. He did it again in the same spot, I gasped again, but as he ran his hand over the same spot, the tingling sensation and the sting caused my neither regions to tighten in response to his hand.
Benjamin
smiled, because his handprint was visible on her caramel skin, a profound crimson color, which made him want to see her bottom redden even more. When he curved his hand over the small ridge, her spine concaved, raising her bottom in the air, an enticement he could not forbear. He first struck her with light taps, but he yearned for more of her rasping cries.
“
Yer bottom my love, is perfection.” He said in English, and I nodded, forgetting my ruse.
Benjamin kissed her neck, stepped away from her, then struck her upturned bottom again, and watched as the deep blush rose, the color almost appearing to dance
across her beautiful skin.
Her deep cries seemed to
resonate through his body, and he felt himself stiffen in response to them. He had never felt this solid in his life, and he ached to be inside of her. He stroked her inflamed skin, and she moaned as he lightly caressed her with his other hand.
She was
willing
.
He thought grinning wider now.
“Ye belong to me.” He whispered in my ear, I nodded, as his hand moved, and his fingers continued to caress me. My head went back of its own accord. He slipped his fingers further inside, and I moaned.
“And ye like that?” He whispered as his other hand rested on my back, and I nodded moaning, he struck me again, and I screamed.
“
Non
.
S’il vous plaît mon seigneur
.” No. Please, my lord. I moaned and he grinned.
“
S’il vous plaît ce?”
Please what? He questioned, and I shook my head.
“
Emmène-moi
.” Take me, I moaned, and he chuckled.
“
Pas encore
.” Not yet, he grinned.
I could not breathe, because my heart was
pulsating so rapidly in my breast, yet I cried out when his hand came down and struck me on the bottom again. The strikes were calculated and weighty, I cried out again, whimpering at the sting of them.
“
Si beau
.” So beautiful he said, his words interposing each strike. “
Si doux
.” So soft. He whispered, as he ran his hand over my stinging bottom again.
“
On cul a été fait de grève
.” Yer bottom was made to strike, he stated hoarsely, as he struck me again, and I moaned. The resulting fire seemed to burn away my need to dispute this, and I gave up.
“
J’ai besoin de vous
.” I need ye he moaned, jerked me up from the desk and placed me in his lap, as he drew the skin in the curve of my neck into his mouth. I screamed as he jerked my hips forward on the desk, causing him to fill me.
“
Dites-moi ce dont vous avez besoin
?” Tell me ye need this. He hissed as he jerked me forward, then down, and my entire body responded to him.
“
Oui! Oui!
” I screamed as I felt the sensations surge through me, as he struck my bottom again, and again.
“
Alors dites-le
!” The say it, he demanded, as he tugged my hips faster, and I shook my head.
“
Non…pourquoi
?” No…why? I screamed, and his movements became more demanding.
“
Parce que j’ai besoin de l’entendre
!
Tu me rends fou!
”Because I need to hear it! Ye drive me mad! He said, and I was suddenly looking up at him and into his eyes, as he laid me completely on the desk. What I saw frightened me, because he let down his guard. I saw exactly what I assumed he meant for me not to distinguish. I tried to remove myself from the emotion, but the grin was back, and he shook his head.
“
Pas encore mon amour. Vous appartenez à moi, cette nuit entire
.” Not yet my love. Ye belong to me, this entire night. He whispered, his eyes seemed to darken, and I knew I was done in then.
Vendredi (
Friday
)…
I sighed, as I looked into the glass once again.
I had truly begun to grow weary of the tawdry outfits that Madame saw fit to parade me around in, when Monique entered the room with a thin white chemise. I sighed my relief. I also noticed she applied a simple amount of what she called make-up, and I was grateful at my normalcy.
When he walked in, he smiled, and it was unlike any smile I had seen from him thus far. There was a
gentleness in it, and I moaned my relief again, as he walked to the bed and sat down. He handed me the glass of wine, and I took it with a smile.