Whimsy (7 page)

 
He wasn’t
going to help her, she realized. She was so angry that she kicked and flailed
at the guard, uncaring that if she did manage to take him down she would most
assuredly land on her head.

 
The guard
bounced her on his shoulder, effectively knocking the wind out of her.
 
When she was able to look up, she could no
longer see
Serri
through the crowd.

 
Inside
the palace, he placed her on her feet. A second and a third guard came to his
aid. Her arms were seized and she was once again ushered through a maze of
hallways.
 
She wiped her tears on her
shoulders because they wouldn’t allow her to lift her hands.

 
She was
taken back to
his
room. She wasn’t
surprised to find
Editha
and
Chaldor
awaiting her before the double doors. Neither looked pleased. “You can’t make
me do this,” she said in defiance, with more bravado than she felt.
 

 
Editha
gestured to one of the guards. “Remove the torque
and bring her forward.”

 
Whimsy
didn’t resist as they removed the jewelry from her neck. She hadn’t intended to
keep the heavy silver piece anyway. Each of the women had been given one as a
reward for giving up their bodies to a stranger. It wasn’t a payment she could
accept.

 
Editha
held the torque in one hand and gave Whimsy a
dismissive glance. “
Chaldor
, you will handle this
person as it is through no fault but your own that she is here. When he is done
with her, have her sent to my chambers where I will explain her new duties to
her.” She swept out of the room with all the regality of a queen.

 
She
turned to the only person who had shown her any sympathy in this palace.
 
“
Chaldor
, I won’t
do this.”

 
He would
not meet her gaze. “You have no choice. You will not be allowed to leave this
room until you have served him.”

 
Tears
filled her eyes. “That will never happen.”

 
“This is
for your own well being, as well as his.”

         
    
****

 
Serri
watched in confusion as his future bride was hauled
away like a sack of potatoes by a burly guard. What was she even doing here?
King Raul would never have given her permission to be so far from home. Even
with an escort, C21 was no place for a proper lady. Why this colony was full of
immoral loose women who thought nothing of giving up their virginity. He’d been
here several times for trade and had never met a virtuous woman.

 
“Did you
know that woman?” Ambrosia asked, reminding him of her presence.

 
“No.”
Serri
shook his head. What had Whimsy expected him to do?
Be pummeled to death by that enormous oaf? No, this is a battle she would have
to settle on her own. He stroked Ambrosia’s vibrant red hair. It was dyed. He
knew because the hair between her legs was a drab brown. Still, he liked the
sight of his shaft disappearing in her creamy pale body. They had taken a
respite from fucking to come to the market for fresh fruit. Now, he was eager
to forget his troublesome betrothed and turn to more pleasurable pursuits.
“Come,” he said to Ambrosia. “Let’s return to your home.” He wrapped an arm
about her tiny waist, took their purchase from her, and led her away. He would
tackle the issue of Whimsy later. Much later, he thought, his hand curving over
Ambrosia’s bottom.
 

Chapter Seven

 
The room
was brightly lit this time, and the drapes were drawn back to reveal a stunning
view of their city.
Gaedrian
stood looking out the
window, wearing the same robe he’d worn last night. He didn’t turn at the sound
of the door opening and closing. Whimsy opened and closed her hands to try to
calm herself. She was furious with him.
 

   
The
silence between them stretched out until she couldn’t stand it anymore. “Why
did you let me go if you were only going to send for me again?” She hated that
her voice quivered and she was afraid she was going to start crying again.

 
He sighed
deeply and turned. The robe draped over his body lovingly like a second skin.
His body was heavily aroused. Whimsy caught her breath, shocked at the instant
throbbing that began in her pussy. She bit her lip to keep in a moan. “Dessert,
I regret that this has to happen. I did not want this.” She turned from him.
She couldn’t really believe him when his body belied his words. “I did not know
that you had not volunteered for this service.”

 
Whimsy
choked. “You thought I volunteered to be defiled by you? You have some ego.”

 
He arched
a brow. “Believe it or not, it happens. You are the first to object.”

 
She bit
her lip. “That’s because the women are drugged.”

 
He moved
closer. “You have not been drugged.
 
It
is I who received an injection.”

 
She
glanced at him over her shoulder. “Let’s just say I believe you, that you
didn’t know I was bought and forced to come here, and that you’re sorry. Will
you let me go?”

 
He
gritted his teeth. “I cannot.”

 
“Then you
can stuff your apologies,” she snapped.

 
“Dessert, please.”

 
“Stop
calling me that! My name is Whimsy.”

 
He
nodded. “Whimsy,” he murmured. He was close enough to touch her now. He reached
out and fingered her curls. “It is a lovely name for a beautiful woman. But I
will always think of you as my Dessert. How can I not? Your skin is caramel,
your nipples milk chocolate, and the cream of your pussy…” He broke off with a
deep growl that had her nipples peaking. “One taste and I am addicted.”

 
Part of
her was shocked. No one had ever spoken to her so frankly, used such language.
Certainly, not
Serri
.
What shocked
her even more is the way his words affected her. She wanted to throw herself at
him and beg him to kiss her the way he had last night.
 
The thought of his strong body over hers,
claiming her made her feel weak and shaky. “I need to sit down,” she whispered.

 
He
clasped her shoulders from behind. “Whimsy, the sooner you give in to the need,
the sooner you will be free.” He rubbed his erection against her backside.
“Give in for both of us.” His hands snaked up to cup her breasts. His breath
was hot on her neck. He kissed her there, bit her, and licked her skin. He
thrust himself against her and groaned.
 
“I want to be inside you again, to bury my cock all the way inside.
To feel your tight pussy.”

 
Whimsy
wrenched herself away from him with a groan. She covered her ears. “Stop it!
Stop it! Stop it!” She whipped around to face him. “How do I even know you’re
remembering my body and not one of the other
two
women you were with last night?!”

 
“You are
like no other,” he whispered roughly.

 
“You say
that now because you want what you didn’t have. Because there are no other
women lined up outside your door right now. Well, I wasn’t offering my body
last night, and I’m not offering it tonight!”

 
He
growled. “I need you.”

 
“I don’t
even know your name,” she wailed suddenly. He’d taken liberties with her that
she never dreamed anyone but
Serri
would have. Her
body wanted his fiercely. His heat, his smell caused her vagina to clench and
ache to be filled. That he was the sexiest man she’d ever seen wasn’t helping
matters. And she didn’t know his name. Shame flooded her but did not douse her
arousal. Not while he was so close.
 

 
“My name
is
Gaedrian
.” He removed his robe.

 
“Myrna,”
she whispered and retreated until her back hit the wall. She held her hands out
in front of her as he approached.

 
“Whimsy,
I swore to myself that I would leave you untouched because of the way you came
to me.” He ignored her hands. He crowded her, his hands pressing into the wall
on either side of her head. “And if you say no, I will not force you.” He
sniffed her much as he had last night and pressed his crotch to hers. At his
thrust, she cried out. The gown was no barrier against his rampant erection.
“But I want you so much and I will do anything to make you give yourself to
me.” He dropped his mouth to her neck, raining nibbling kisses up to her ear
before taking the lobe in his hot mouth and sucking.
 

 
“No,
please,” she whispered, weakly. She pressed her hands against his chest. She
meant to shove him off but ended up caressing him instead. His skin was like
hot satin over steel.
 

 
 
He slid a hand between their bodies, nudged
aside the folds of her gown and touched her moist heat. “You want me,” he said
gruffly. He skimmed a finger between her folds before bringing it up to his
mouth. He closed his eyes and groaned as he savored her essence.

 
Arousal
hit her belly hard. She had to get away from him or she’d be on her back with
his cock buried inside her in minutes. “I-I can’t. Let me go.”

 
“Let me
kiss you and I will release you.”

 
At that
point she would have promised him anything. “Yes, yes, kiss me.” She plunged
her hands into his hair and pulled his face down to hers. She immediately
thrust her tongue into his mouth, craving his taste. He seemed somewhat
surprised. Then he groaned and relaxed into her, sucking her tongue, crushing
her to him. She reveled in the feel of her aroused nipples pressing into the
hard wall of his chest. The kiss went on and on with him slanting his mouth
over hers.

 
He broke
away at last. She still clung to him. A smile tilted his sensual lips. “When I
said I wanted a kiss, I guess I should have been more specific. Not that that
was not very, very…nice.”

 
She shook
her head, dazed. “W-what did you mean?”

 
“I want
to kiss you,” he insinuated a hand between their bodies again until he could
cup her mound, “here.” His smile widened. “And you agreed.”

 
She
gasped. “I did no such thing!”

 
He
laughed. “You agreed.” He slid down her body and parted the gown more fully to
reveal her hips. “You are not going to go back on your word, are you?”

 
She
sputtered. “You know I didn’t know what you meant!”

 
“No,
actually, I thought I was quite clear until you grabbed me.” He ran his tongue
over the seam of her lips, teasing himself and her with what was to come. “Part
your legs.”

 
The more
aroused he became the deeper his voice became, Whimsy noted. He placed a hand
between her legs to widen the gap when she didn’t immediately comply. His
strong desire for her compounded her own for him.

 
It was
just one kiss, she thought. It’s not as though he hadn’t kissed her there
before, she reasoned. Surely, it would be okay.

 
She cried
out at the first touch of his tongue. He parted her lips with his fingers and
taunted her clit with teasing flicks of his tongue before settling in for a
more leisurely lick. She buried her hands in his hair. “Maybe this isn’t such a
good idea.” She moaned and swiveled her hips against his mouth as he began to
suck.

 
He
groaned against her and she whimpered. “So damned good,” he growled.
 
“Unfasten your gown. Put your legs over my
shoulders.”

 
With
trembling fingers, she undid her gown. She lifted her legs over his shoulders,
bracing herself with her back against the wall.
Gaedrian
tilted her hips forward and plunged his tongue up her pussy. Whimsy cried out
in shock. He wasn’t done with her yet. He cupped her breasts, thumbing and
tugging her nipples. Her pussy clenched with each tug. She could feel her cream
gushing freely. She realized dimly that he was tongue fucking her and this was
entirely inappropriate. Her hips jerked convulsively, driving his tongue deeper
and deeper into her cunt.

 
Her skin
began to tingle. She could feel her face heating. “
Gaedrian
,
what are you doing to me?” Her body was tightening and preparing itself, though
for what she knew not. She threw her head back, her eyes rolling into the back
of her head, her toes curling.