The Heartwood Box: A Fairy Tale (18 page)

“Damian,” she begged breathlessly, “let me go.”

He shook his head
.
“Not tonight, darling
—
don’t ask again.”  He grasped her chin firmly to reinforce his point
.

His words caused another burst of intense pleasure to shiver through her
.
He
turned her to the side and began unbuttoning the back of her dress
.
She remained pa
ssive as he pulled her to stand
so he could reach
beneath her skirt
and
unbutton her petticoat
.
He
pulled it to her feet, followed by her drawers
.
Finally he moved behind her and untied her wrists
.
Keeping hold of them, he brought her arms to the front, examining her wrists carefully
.

Seeming sa
tisfied, he kneaded them gently
and then in the flash of an eye, ripped down her dress, leaving her in her shift and nothing else
.

She instinctively tried to cover
herself with her arms, but he
caught her wrists again and loosely tied them together in front of her
.
He led her to a small door
.
“Two minutes to take care of your needs, Genevieve
.
D
on’t make me come get you.” 

He gave her buttocks a knowing rub as a warning and pushed her through the door
into an enormous bathing chamber
.

In addition to a massive
marble
bathtub, the room
had a full
y plumbed
water
closet enclosed in a wooden cabinet
.
She had
just enough
time to use the necessary and
wash her hands and face at the sink
when Damian opened the door and led her out again
.

He stood her before the bedpost and lifted her bound hands well above her head
.
When he let go, they were attached to a ring high on the post
.
Before she could protest, he
pressed his body against her back, kissing the side of her neck, his hands everywhere, caressing her breasts through the shift, up and down her bare arms, and then slipping under the bottom of the shift to glide up her sides
.
At the same time he pushed his leg between hers, nudging until she moved
her legs
apart
.
Something hard pressed against her hips
,
which
she realized was his member
.

Genevieve was desperate by now
and groaned loudly as she writhed against him
.
He kissed the top of her head
.
“
T
here’s my wanton girl
.
My turn
.
I won’t be long.” 

She let out a scream of outrage as he ducked into the bat
hing chamber
himself
.
She tore furiously at the bonds, wishing at that moment she could get her hands on his throat! 

Her anger faded when he came out: he’d taken off his shirt, and there was nothing to hide the signs of his arousal pressing against his trousers
.
Genevieve drew in a shaky breath
.
Damian stood for a long moment watching her
.
Her already broiling desires burned even hotter; strange mewing sounds came from her
.

Damian walked closer until he was right in front
.
He stroked her cheek g
ently with the back of his hand
and then reached beneath the shift and brought his hands up her sides until he could rub her breasts with his thumbs
.
He pinched and fingered one breast, while he pulled her closer with his other hand
.
This time, his hardness was in front and rested against the vee of her legs
.

She strained against the bonds, insane lust making her desperate to fondle him
.
Wanton indeed
—
she couldn’t recognize herself
.
Damian
kissed her deeply
and then slowly lowered to the floor, giving her soft kisses
all down
her front
.

Once he was on his knees, he nuzzled her… private place, which woke her from her daze
.
“Damian!  What are you doing?”
she
cried
.

He gave her an unmistakable look
.
“Grip the post
and do not move, Genevieve, or I will take you over my knee.” 

To her surprise,
Genevieve
felt an overpowering instinct to obey him
.
She gripped the post as tightly as she could while Damian lifted her left leg and pulled it over his shoulder
.

His head disappeared beneath the shift, and then Genevieve screamed as loud as she
ever
had in her life
.

He gave her no time to prepare: Damian put his mouth to her sex, his tongue sweeping through her folds, over and over, before plunging inside her
.
Finally, after he’d tasted what seemed like every part of her, he latched onto her bud, sucking and laving with his tongue
.
With her hands bound, her legs pinned, she could offer no resistance,
find
no escape from the overpowering sensations blasting through her
.

Seconds, minutes, she had no sense of what was happening except that she was hurtling towards some unknown point
.
Her desire was at such a pitch that she felt like she’d die if he stopped, even though she was terrified that her body had flown utterly out of her control
.

Damian was relentless, his tongue pushing her until finally she reached a point where she knew retreat was no longer possible
.
He gripped her hips tightly as her body shuddered violently again and again while she screamed his name
.

Afterwards she wasn’t sure how she ended up on the bed, sobbing against Damian’s c
hest
while he stroked her hair
and whispered gentle reassurances
.
After a
few minutes
,
she calmed somewhat
and looked at him, tentatively strok
ing
his face with her bou
nd hands
.

He helped her sit up
and held a glass to her lips
.
S
he drank deeply realizing how thirsty she was
.
Damian’s expression was hard to read in the flickering candlelight
.
“Darling, I’m afraid this part will be more difficult for you
—
do
you know what I’m speaking of?” he said gently
.

She nodded, gnawing her lip nervously
.
“The priestess explained what would happen.” 

Though she’d apparently left much out of her brief, decidedly unsensual description of the sex act
.

“If you wish, you may wear your shift just for tonight, but I’m going to bind your hands to the bed
.
Do you wish to keep the shift?” 

She nodded slow
ly
.
Damian kissed her forehead
and then untied the sash that had bound her hands together, again rubbing her wrists thoroughly
.
He gently lowered her down onto the pillows
.
Her hands suddenly free, she touched his face
.

He smiled but said firmly, “
Raise
your arms above your head, darling.” 

She closed her eyes and forced herself to lift her arms, though suddenly they felt impossibly heavy
.
They finally landed by her ears
.

“Further Genevieve
.
S
pread them apart as wide as you can
—
no more dawdling.” 

She shuddered at that iron tone
but did as he ordered
.
She couldn’t stop
tears from welling
as he attached leather bands to her wrists and pulled her arms taut above her head
.
One of his legs was draped over hers, and
she found even more than before
that she couldn’t move at all
.

He kissed the tears tenderly and stood to unbutton his
trousers
.
She closed her eyes
knowing she shouldn’
t look, but a second later unladylike curiosity won out
,
and she raised her head to see
.

But it was too late
.
Damian was on top of her, pinning her with his weight
.
He roughly caressed her breasts as he took deep kisses from her mouth
.
He tasted different, which she realized with a jolt of lust was from her
.
Damian moved down, and suddenly he had one of her breasts in his mouth
.
He licked and sucked on one and then moved to the other
.

“Spread your legs, darling
.
I
t’s time
.
I can’t wait any longer.” 

She shuddered and moved them apart a tiny bit
.
It was all he needed
.
Damian shifted until he was positioned between her thighs
.
He reached down
,
and she felt something moving along her swollen, drenched folds
.

She closed her eyes tightly as he fitted himself right at her entrance
.

“Now, love,” he said, and he thrust in fully
.
She cried out, shaking from the sharp
,
tearing pain
.
“The worst is over,” he said gently, kissing her
.
“I’ll hold as long as I can so you can become accustomed to me, but it won’t be long, I’m afraid.” 

He
lay
still, his face taut with the strain
.
After a few minutes, the burning pain faded,
and
she became aware of the unfamiliar, hot fullness
.
But his stillness felt wrong somehow
.
To her embarrassment, her muscles squeezed involuntarily around him
.

“Darling,” he groaned out, “
if
you do that I won’t…
.
” 

She made an apologetic squeak, her face burning with mortification, but she couldn’t seem to stop her hips from pushing up against his weight
.

“Dar
ling
,
I can’t…
” he
said huskily
and started to pulse
.
He managed to keep the movements slow at first, but
they were
too careful
.
Genevieve couldn’t bear it and struggled madly against the bonds, trying to move her hips
.
Damian moved then for real, rising up on his arms and thrusting powerfully inside her
.
To her astonishment, pleasure began to build again until she was moaning loudly.

“I think my bride is ready for another orgasm.”

“No, Damian
!
” she cried, not knowing what she was saying
.
“Please.”

His smile was almost cruel as he shifted his movements, twisting his hips just a tiny bit
.
The effect was instantaneous: she shattered into pieces, her entire body wrenching helplessly
.
His thrusts became urgent as he drove into her with all his force and finally let out a brutal yell
.
She could feel the spreading warmth as he released inside her
.

His body relaxed, though he used his forearms to keep from putting his full weight on her
.
He stayed like that, softening within her, until he slipped out
.
He reached
over her head
then and clicked something
.
Suddenly she could move her arms freely, though she quickly realized that the cuffs on her wrists were still
fastened to light chains attached
to the headboard
.
Damian lay on his side next to her and rubbed her arms, soothing away the tingling
.
Then he pulled her into the crook of his arm and just held her
.
Within moments she was asleep.