A single candlelight guided the young woman down the hallway into the ladies quarters. The night was unusually warm for the month of May and that heat made her extremely uncomfortable with the weight of her clothing, which concealed the stretch of skin from neck to ankle. Her skirts swooshed silently as she moved toward her chamber entrance. She halted a moment to pat away a trail of perspiration from her temple with her handkerchief. 

“This is unbearable,” she muttered under her breath. Her attention was diverted when she heard someone approaching from behind her; she turned to see who it was. Instantly, she recognized the towering wealth of man before her as Lord Averly. “My lord…”

“Lady Harrington.” The Marquess looked down at her with a broad smile and gave her a slight bow. “I came to make sure that you were well. You left the evening meal quite suddenly.”

She chuckled softly at his continuous concern for her well-being. “You need not trouble yourself with worry, my lord. I am fine. It is only the unbearable heat that is ailing me.”

“We may have some reprieve yet,” he said softly. “One of the ladies downstairs assures me that it will rain before the night is over. She has a sense for these sorts of things.” 

“Madeline?” When he nodded, she grinned. “That being the case, it certainly will rain for she is never wrong in matters such as those.” 

Lord Averly couldn’t help but stare at the young woman before him. Although he was in his early thirties and she was only one and twenty as of the previous week, he could not deny the attraction between them. Their easy conversation was uncommon among the members of genteel society and he respected her greatly for her intelligence and amazing intuition. On more than one occasion, her insights saved him quite a bit of money on business ventures. She was amazingly fair, with supple, almost translucent white skin and alluring grey eyes that could stop a man in his stride. Her soul called out to him, her body called out to him. And by all that was holy, he wanted to respond. Yet, continually he denied himself and waited patiently for her father to approve his bid for marriage. He would have to take more sweeping measures to ensure that Lady Harrington was bound to him. The risk of losing a woman such as her was too great.

“My lady, would you do me the honor of riding with me on the morrow?” he asked without prelude. 

Wickedness tickled her to tease him. “And what shall we be riding, my lord?” she responded saucily. 

He let out a burst of laughter at her quip. “My lady, you must be spending entirely too much time with Lady Callendale!” 

“Perhaps,” she replied with a coquettish smile directed at him. “Perhaps not. Surely you realize by now that I am not unaware of the games that men and women play.” 

He crossed his arms and gazed fully into her bright eyes. Mischievousness played unwittingly in them, so to catch her off guard, he outstretched his hand and pulled her toward him. Their bodies came within inches of each other, the heat of the evening melding seamlessly with the heat of impending arousal. His unduly masculine essence, scent and power emanating from him, undid her and Lord Averly sensed it. 

“Do I make you uneasy, Lady Harrington?” he asked softly, warm breath wafting across her cheek. His arm wrapped around her slim waist and pulled her body fully against his, her breasts pressing into his chest. 

“Not in the least,” she whispered faintly, her eyes closing to half mast. She knew what was coming and was fully prepared for it. Her lips trembled and parted expectantly, but she was surprised when he bypassed her willing lips, brushing them only slightly and moved with aching slowness over her elegant neck, into the burgeoning bosom above her white corset. His lips brushed against the fullness that peeked over the lacy edges, an errant tongue dipping into the valley between them. Shocked when his head rose and he gave her a full toothed grin, she pressed a hand against where he had just been. “Goodness…”

“At least I can still shock you, Rhianna,” he whispered, his address taking on an informal tone. He leaned in and stole a quick kiss from her. “Tomorrow at nine.” With that, he bowed and turned away from her down the hallway, disappearing around the corner. 

“Good Lord, what a man,” she whispered, now unconcerned with the steady thread of perspiration incited by him. It did not matter since the desire between them was steadily rising and it was a heat she would gladly endure. At least, she thought, I have something to look forward to tomorrow. I shall test his will then. Satisfied with the turn of events, she turned to her chamber and opened it, looking forward to a bath, her bed and dreams filled with Lord Averly.

The soft patter of raindrops against the window lulled Rhianna into a comfortable, deep sleep. Her hair was spread luxuriously against the pure white down pillows beneath her head, a lovely, thick black mass of locks that seemed to have a mind of their own each time she made the most subtle of movements. Her eyes fluttered, still in the midst of her dream… 

She was outside, seated at the river’s edge beneath a willow tree. It was unnaturally dark, as if ink was poured from its container and onto the sky’s canvas, the cloudy mixture of dark blues and oranges completely overshadowed. Her eyes rose toward what would have been a full moon, but it too was concealed in mixed darkness. Rhianna rose from her seated position and as if sensing something was amiss, she called out into the night, “Who is there?” 

The rustle of leaves startled her and she took a step backward. “Come out from your hiding place! Coward…” Her taunt earned a devilish chuckle from behind her. 

“You invite me to do all sorts of evil things to you, my lady,” noted a familiar voice. When he grabbed her from behind at the waist, she gasped loudly and struggled for release. His hand covered her mouth, but she also realized he had a cloth in his hand doused with some kind of noxious smelling concoction. Her mind began to grow foggy and the lively struggling seconds before had turned limp. “Tonight, you are mine.”

Rhianna sat up abruptly in her bed, perspiration treading from her face and between her breasts. Her hand lifted to press against her palpitating heart. Dear God, what sort of dream had that been? And who was her abductor? Her mind returned to the voice that echoed faintly in her head… 

“Tonight you are mine.”

Who in the world…? Although it was just a dream, Rhianna’s astute mind began to analyze the possibilities. She closed her eyes to properly envision what she had just seen in her head. Instead of the silence of the room in her ears, she heard the soft rustle of her curtains at the balcony door. She hadn’t left the door open! 

“Who is there?” she asked softly, troubled from the combination of her overactive imagination and the overwhelming truth of her current conscious situation. No one answered her call, so she posed it once more. No response. 

Rhianna took a deep breath and resolved herself to put this foolishness aside, wanting to make sure the door was closed herself. She left the comfort of her bed and strode over to the ajar door, unconsciously turning the knob and opening it to look outside. A dark shadow crept up from behind her and before she could react, the figure grabbed her at the waist and put a hand over her mouth. She struggled and tried to scream, but a voice whispered in her ear, “Come with me now. I will not hurt you.”

It was a familiar voice, but it was muffled by the mask the person wore. It had to be a man, sheer strength and form giving her captor’s gender away instantaneously. She had no choice but to follow this man’s instructions. What sort of cad would enter a lady’s bedchamber at night and steal her away? 

He stuffed a piece of cloth into Rhianna’s mouth and tied another length of cloth around her head to blindfold her. Like a carcass being carried to the kitchen for preparation, he tossed her over his shoulder, to which Rhianna had some muffled comments to make. 

“How dare you manhandle me!” she tried to say, but nothing intelligible could be heard by either of them. 

The abductor scaled the walls of the castle with ease and disappeared into the nearby woods. Rhianna only felt the occasional bump as he shifted from foot to foot. It took the better part of thirty minutes before the abductor stopped walking and allowed her to stand on her own. Amazingly, he also removed her blindfold and mouth binds. They stood in the middle of the nearby forest, this Rhianna realized almost immediately. She knew this place. It was her hideaway from the insanity of society and all its rules. 

“Who are you?” she asked softly, trying not to upset the man. 

“You may call me Victor,” he said, pulling her to him. “And that is all I am inclined to say, my lady.” His fingertips tucked under the collar of her nightclothes and began to push everything from her shoulders. 

Rhianna protested with a raise of her hands, but was smacked away and the tops of her breasts revealed. “Victor… whoever you are, I beg you! Please do not shame me in this way. If it is money you want, I can give it to you –”

“I have no interest in money, Rhianna,” the man named Victor interrupted. “It is you that I want.” 

Knowing his intention was on something else – her – her heart plummeted. She was saving herself all this time for Lord Averly only to have this rogue come and take her one irreplaceable treasure. He lifted her to a slab of rock that was in the center of the open circle of trees. It was smooth and warm to her bare skin, but the last thing Rhianna wanted was comfort. She wanted to be free! 

She realized she had to find something, anything about this man that she could use as a weakness. Now, she was naked before him, her hands held tightly in one hand. He took the used cloth from before in one hand and raised her hands above her head, tying them securely together. 

Tears were now streaking down her cheeks, fear at what was going to come. Victor’s eyes warned Rhianna away from even thinking of moving while he disrobed from the waist down.

“Oh dear God…” she whispered at the sight of his turgid erection. Stupefied, she watched as he removed his shirt and revealed a firm, muscular chest with a soft trail of hair leading from chest to pubis. To her dismay, he failed to remove the mask that concealed his entire face. His golden brown eyes were fixed on Rhianna’s face, then moved slowly down her gently rounded form, over her pert breasts and dark nipples to her soft stomach. They settled on the surprisingly trim mound of hair. 

“You are so beautiful,” he muttered, hoping that Rhianna couldn’t hear him, but she did. 

“If I am so beautiful, then you should release me. Please,” she pleaded, but her request fell on deaf ears. 

Victor ran his fingertips down her body from chest to mound, his erection bobbing in expectation. Visibly shivering, he shook it off and proceeded with his plan. He could not afford to have a schoolboy reaction to the beauty before him. Rhianna would soon realize just who he was, but he wanted the illusion to continue as long as possible. 

Scared for her virginity, she renewed her struggling, desperately trying to shake this massive man off her. When his finger reached between her feminine folds and lightly caressed her sensitive flesh, Rhianna gasped in shock at the sensation. It hit her like a lightning bolt, leaving her body limp and lovable. Victor, inordinately pleased at her virgin response, pressed further and lowered his head to her mound. He lifted the edge of his mask to expose his mouth; he could not stop himself from tasting her. She screamed this time when his tongue worked its magic, lapping up her sweet tasting arousal before she could realize any better. Her response was everything he had hoped for: their passions were very much the same. Once she was awakened, heaven only knew what kind of wondrous things they could do!

Rhianna realized just what this man named Victor was doing to her and she felt instant shame at the sudden pleasures that erupted inside her. What kind of woman was she to enjoy the prelude to rape? Tears began to fall from her eyes at the futility of her situation. Victor heard the soft sniffling coming from above and looked up from his feast. He didn’t want her to begin hating herself because of what seemed like someone kidnapping her and trying to steal her virginity. In essence that is what I am doing, he admitted to himself. Abandoning his previous task, he crawled up to her and covered her body with his. His massive erection pressed into her stomach, its surface slick with perspiration. 

“Rhianna, you know what I am about to do to you,” stated Victor, staring nose-to-nose at her. Reluctantly, she nodded with a cry. “I would do one more thing before that…” 

Victor reached underneath his discarded clothing to reveal a knife. Her heartbeat tripled in speed, fearing that he was going to kill her. Instead, when he turned one of her palms toward him and went to score the inside of her palm, she knew exactly what he was doing. 

“For the love of God, sir please! I would not do this binding ritual with you!” Rhianna begged again. Desperate, she blurted out, “I am bound to another! You cannot do this…” 

“Bound to another? Who, pray tell?” Victor asked curiously, pausing his knife’s movement so that she could answer. 

After a moment’s silence, she confessed. “I am bound to Lord William Averly, Marquess of Granville. He will have your head when he finds out what you have done to me!” 

Victor chuckled at Rhianna’s response, then continued to score the surface of her palm from one end to the other. Blood slowly came to the surface and began to drip a little. He quickly did the same to his free palm, discarded the knife and pressed their bleeding hands together. Rhianna’s heart dropped at what he had done. Lord Averly would never forgive her this. They had spoken of blood rituals in the past, the controversies behind its use and ultimate meaning. Unusually, they both agreed that it was a very honorable thing to be shared with a loved one. Her eyes closed, disappointed that she would remain a spinster for the rest of her days. Perhaps he would take pity on her and at the very least, call this evil man out on her behalf. It would undoubtedly save the virginities of many other young women. 

“It is done…” muttered Victor. His fingers intertwined with Rhianna’s and his head lowered to her ear. “Rhianna.”

Her body came to full alert at the difference in Victor’s voice. She knew that voice from somewhere, knew it well. Victor’s body changed position slightly so that he was poised to enter her. Rhianna opened her eyes and stared at the man that now sounded so familiar to her, the coarseness in his voice gone. As he pressed forward into her, her body softened at the familiar groan that came from him. Victor worked his way through Rhianna’s virginal barrier with a solid full thrust, to which she cried out. Her nipples grew lusciously hard as he slowly thrust in and out of her.

“Rhianna…” moaned Victor, his eyes rolled back and fully ensconced in pleasure. His grip on her bloodied hand tightened, at the same time loosening the bindings around her wrists. Her other hand was now free and the curiosity that stole her breath away controlled her movements. She had to see his face fully if she was to accept any of this. Victor slowed to a halt as he felt her fingers pry off his mask.

“Lord… Averly?” she asked softly, numb for a moment, but vividly alive when he thrust into her involuntarily. “Why?” 

“Given our circumstances, ‘Lord Averly’ hardly seems appropriate,” he chuckled. “Call me Will, or at the very least, Victor.” 

Rhianna was confused at his response, but was overjoyed that it was the man she wanted to be bound to. “Thank God it is you! But you still have not answered my question.” 

He leaned down to kiss her but her head promptly turned away. Unable to deny his urges, he resumed thrusting into her; Rhianna cried out at the building tension between her legs. With no more words, the two clung to each other and rode out the wave of passion. Overcome with unfamiliar sensations pulsating through her body, she shuddered as the wave crashed to the earth, screaming out her release first. 

They remained silent for long moments, unable to mutter a word of protest, disgust or pleasure. Eyes closed, bodies still entwined, Rhianna breathed a sigh of relief. What in the world possessed him to pluck her virginity from her in this manner? It was completely unscrupulous and immoral to go about such an initiation. What manner of man was she bound to?

Lord Averly – Victor – finally opened his eyes to gaze down at Rhianna. He knew he was in the wrong with this sort of scheme, but it was something he simply could not resist. This was a deflowering she would never forget. For all that may happen in the future between them, Rhianna would remember this moment above all others. Perhaps that was why he wanted her this way, virginal, pliant and simply glowing with sexual energy. Even he realized it was time for him to confess his motive. 

“I don’t want to lose you, Rhianna,” he admitted readily. “Granted, this was unorthodox, but I want you to remember me, remember this moment in time with such clarity that you never question my passion for you or what I would do for you.” 

His manhood involuntarily bobbed deep in her, reminding her of the torch of pleasure still flickering inside. Rhianna shook her head at his inexcusable reasoning. There simply was no excuse for what he did.

“How could you possibly justify... this?” she whispered, her eyebrows furrowed, deeply disappointed with Victor. “There simply is no --”

Victor began thrusting again, unmindful of her next words, his eyes narrowing into slits, basking in the warm, silken wetness between her legs. The rush of his seed from his loins surprised him, even as her frown of protest made itself known. 

“Do not frown, my love,” he whispered, brushing away damp strands of hair from her brow. He took a deep breath and reluctantly left the solemn grounds of her womanhood. She was angry, he knew, but in time she would forgive him and even look back upon this event with a sense of longing. It would be Victor in his prime, a specimen of man that was willing to do the unconventional to claim his woman. “Marry me – tonight.” 

This was the last thing Rhianna expected to hear. The conflict living inside of her was palpable. While she desperately wished to be joined to this man for all eternity, the callousness of what he had just done was still ringing in her mind as something terribly wrong. 

“I cannot answer such a question in my current state. Clothe me,” she demanded softly. 

Compliant, Victor immediately brought her to her feet and returned her to her original clothed state. As he donned her nightclothes for her, the thought came to her. Theirs was a good match, none could be better in all the realm in fact. She would marry him, but she would make him pay for this in a most embarrassing way.

“Lord Averly,” Rhianna began, a rush of confidence coursing through her, “I have a proposition for you.” 

Visibly disappointed at the return to formality, he nodded in acknowledgment, bidding her to continue. He had no idea what she was about to say and a part of him feared her wrath. Victor knew it was coming. 

Her face was resolute, faint lines of upset twinging at the corners of her mouth. “Very well, I will marry you. Your seed does live inside of me.” The smile that came to his face was short-lived as she continued speaking in that schoolmarm sort of voice. “However, as penance for your dastardly deeds here this night, for the fear you caused in my soul, you will be my slave for the period of one year.”

“Slave?” “That is correct,” Rhianna confirmed, crossing her arms. “You will defer to me in all things, do as I say under any and all circumstances, and see to my needs as I see fit. You will speak only when spoken to and conduct yourself as being beneath me.” 

This, he did not expect. Society would not approve of such a notion. A husband deferring to his wife publicly? It simply wasn’t done! He would be the laughingstock of all England. As a matter of fact, he could be dooming himself to a year of no sex as well. The whole prospect deeply disturbed Victor. 

“May I negotiate?” he asked gently.

“What is there to negotiate?” She shook her head, confused as to why he would think these terms negotiable.

“A compromise of sorts, my lady.” He slowly fell to both knees before her and looked up. Never in his life had he been in this position before a woman... unless he was partaking of what was between said woman’s legs. “What has happened here this night is between the two of us. There were no outsiders involved in this. This union would be frowned upon publicly and we would both be shamed if we conducted ourselves according to your design.” Here was the coup de grace, he thought. “I agree to your proposition – only if we did so out of public scrutiny. I would not have us cause our families distress for our deeds.” 

Rhianna’s eyes narrowed at his reasoning. That he was agreeing to be her slave for a year at all was incomprehensible. He knew her wrath was coming, she realized. Watching him defer to her for an entire year would be a pleasurable thing, she thought, in whatever capacity. She would make him do things he would never dream of doing. 

“Very well, so be it,” she agreed to the compromise after some thought. “Stand.” 

Without a word, he rose to his feet, brushing off the dirt on his knees. It was only then that he realized he was still bare to the moonlight and she was clothed. Rhianna, however, did not forget.

“Take the knife – and only the knife. We are returning to the keep,” she announced. He moved to reach for everything at the stone. “The knife only, Victor. Leave the clothing. You shall return in the clothing God has given you.” 

With an eyebrow raised, he conceded quietly, knowing that this was only the beginning of her revenge. A small taste of compliance and embarrassment for any other man, it was a muted challenge to Victor. There were definitely ways to gain her affection through concession, things she would no doubt find enjoyable pursuits. He walked ahead of her, proudly nude and toting his sharp knife. Rhianna watched the god-like creature that would be her husband from behind. He was magnificent to gaze upon, all sinuous muscle and graceful stride. The moonlight created wonderful shadows across his tanned skin with each movement. 

“Stop,” she commanded abruptly, steps before they came into open view of the keep. Silently, he came to a halt, glancing back at her. Entranced, she touched the musculature of his back, gliding a single fingertip down to his buttocks. They clenched unconsciously in response to her soft skin against his. Victor did not realize the hold she had on him until she did that, his cock responding quickly, saluting her efforts. He was fascinating to Rhianna and for a moment, what had passed a short time before was forgotten and her passion for him replaced her anger. A moment. 

“Keep walking,” she said, unmindful of the aroused state he was now in. They entered the courtyard, Victor’s cock proudly erect and ready to serve. It is how Rhianna would prefer him to be. 

At the entrance, all is quiet, and the residents and visitors have been asleep for quite some time. “Enter,” she quietly bade him. Once inside, she whispered, “Go to your bed, my lord. I shall have my rest before this truly begins. I pray you will do the same.” With that, Rhianna walked away from him, treading up the stairs to her bedchamber.

Victor chuckled at her last words. There would be no rest for him, did she not realize? The game was afoot. 

Three months later...

Lady Averly stared out from her bedchamber at the expanse of countryside before her. It was the first time she was visiting the castle given her in marriage. The view from the balcony showed her the many leagues of land now in her possession. 

“Rhianna.”

She turned around to see Victor had returned from his appointed task. Since their wedding, he had been a very obedient husband. There were times in public where he chastised her for something she said, to which she gave him an evil look and made him pay for it later. Her revenge has been a sweet one indeed, to see a proud man such as himself beg for her mercy. 

“Did you bring it?”

“Yes, my lady wife,” he replied with a nod. Victor had taken to calling her his ‘lady wife’ whenever they were in this mode. “Here they are.” He held a basket out for her inspection. 

Curious, she walked over to him and glanced inside, surprised that he was able to find them so early in the season. Cherries! One taste, she promised herself, reaching inside to pop one in her mouth. Heaven exploded inside and she gave him a rich smile, one he saw more and more often these days. 

“You are doing such a wonderful job pleasing me lately,” she complimented with a wicked smile, her sensual lips pursed into a pout. “Perhaps I will be merciful and grant you one request today.” Plucking the basket from his hand, she retired to the massive bed, spreading out and lounging at the edge. As usual, he went to his knees before her on the floor, facing her. “Speak, then. What would you have, husband?”

Victor knew he had to think carefully about his choice, for he did not know when it would come again. He’d only had the pleasure of her body twice since they were married and he knew he was starved for her. If that were his choice, he knew he would not be able to control himself, that he would not be amenable to her commands. She would have to defer to him; there was no other option. 

“Make love to you, without reservations, without commands... make you scream my name with pleasure,” he said passionately. He watched Rhianna’s lips part at his words, a flush of red creep into her face. 

Rhianna sat up, meticulously putting aside her cherries on the nearby table. They were a precious commodity after all. “And were I to allow you such a boon, what would you do to me?” 

She wants to play, does she?, he thought. “I would pull you to me, run my fingers through that luscious hair of yours and kiss you softly. Your body would curl into mine, and my fingertips would run down your back, slowly plucking off that temptress gown of yours. Fiery red and blazing passion...” With each tempting word, Victor could feel his heart speeding up, his cock awakening and ready for her touch. “I would gaze upon your flawless skin, run my tongue across your neck, gently biting you... then lower my head to your breast, your tiny nubs both in my mouth as my tongue plays with you...”

Victor could say no more and is surprised when she stood before him, towering in her mastery, and slid the devilish red gown from her body. He watched it pool at her feet and streamed upward with his gaze; her naked flesh was something carved from a sculpture, so perfect it was.

“Come to me, Victor,” she whispered, a hand reaching out to him. He took it, soft and small it was in his hand. Without warning, he pulled her to him roughly and began kissing her, his tongue deep inside and dancing with hers. His thumbs brushed her nipples, already hard from expectation and begging for his mouth. He knew she loved this, so he wasted no time lowering his head to quickly arouse her. “Victor, please...” 

God, he thought as his cock begged for release from his pants, I love the sound of my name on her lips. Her hands held his head in place, a pool of wetness trickling down her thighs. She was so ready for him and he hadn’t even touched her there yet. That was his mission. She would explode for him, give in like never before and of her own free will. 

“The bed...” he said hoarsely, unable to truly speak properly. All he could comprehend at the moment was feeling. Rhianna fell backward onto the bed and watched Victor crawl panther-like over her supine body. Before he could note the wicked glint in her eye, she took him off guard and pushed him onto his back and mounted him. Gladly, he removed his shirt and tossed it to the side. Her fingertips treaded lightly across his skin, then she leaned down to tease his nipple with her tongue. It was bold, something she hadn’t taken the initiative to do ever before and it surprised him in a good way. He groaned softly, watching her disappear lower, down to his stomach, her tongue blazing a moist trail to his groin. She wouldn’t dare... 

Soon, his pants were tossed away as well and Rhianna’s fingers touched his turgid erection with tentative fingers. 

“Wife of mine, be careful with that,” he warned jokingly. 

“I want to do this,” she admitted softly, her mouth lowering to the tip of his cock. Her sweet warmth surrounded him and instantly, Victor felt like he was drowning, that feeling of being unable to breathe. Her unexpectedly skillful tongue dipped into the groove of his cock, around the rim and along the shaft, all in one solid movement. 

“God!” he muttered as a curse. “Where did you learn to do that?” 

Secretively, she glanced up with his cock in her mouth and smiled, returning to her pleasurable task. Her mouth drew him deeper inside, alternately sucking and stroking. She took a moment to play with his balls, drawing them briefly into her mouth and letting them go. Victor moaned loudly, begging her to stop, but she would not. Rhianna couldn’t help but remembering what Lady Callendale told her when she inquired about ‘pleasing her husband’... 

They sat out in the garden, overlooking the pond as they spoke of intimate matters. Lady Callendale was flattered that Rhianna had thought of her when it came to this subject. 

“So you want to find other ways to please your husband, my dear?” With a reminiscent look and a soft breath, she said, “Well, one of those ways is fellatio.”

“Fellatio?” Rhianna asked curiously. 

“Indeed. You would take his staff into your hands and stroke it like so,” she began, mimicking the up and down movement. “Then, you use your mouth and tongue to stroke him. The tip is very sensitive, so be certain to alternate pressure from base to tip.” 

“Are you sure of this?”

“I am certain, my child! If you are truly clever, and I suspect you are, you can even make him release before he even enters you.”

“Truly? Please... show me.” 

And so it went for hours, tutorials on fellatio, masturbation, even anal play. Rhianna walked away from the day looking upon the act of sex from a very different perspective... 

“Please, Rhianna! For the love of God, release me!” Victor felt paralyzed by her convincing mouth and ministrations, the threat of eruption imminent. “You do not understand...” 

She looked up and removed his cock from her mouth for but one moment. “But I do understand, Victor... I want you to explode for me. Right now.” 

His eyes glazed, he couldn’t quite believe the words that left her mouth. Still exerting her masterful influence, he found no reason to deny her the request. Her mouth returned to his cock, intensely sucking and pushing him over the edge. The tightening he’d been holding on to begged him to let go. Victor’s fingers threaded through her hair and gripped it tightly. He began thrusting upward into her mouth, small movements he could feel against the softness of her cheeks. Her eyes began to tear with all the attention, but still she was focused on one thing. Victor’s moans pushed her forward then she heard him mutter twice, “Now...”. The first blast came with such a force that she jerked back in shock, but his hands were there to steady her. She wanted to know what it was like to feel the eruption in her mouth, to give in to the call of orgasm. 

It all left him, his seed swimming in her mouth at the moment. Amazingly, she sucked his cock a little while longer, milking him of anything left inside. She had seduced him, thoroughly and completely. In the end, she still got her way and to him, that was the amazing part of the whole thing. Spent, he removed himself from her mouth and looked down at her. She was still aroused, wanting something inside her, no doubt. Unfortunately, he couldn’t immediately oblige her; it would have to wait a few minutes. Her mouth seemed filled and he felt himself shudder with excitement as she swallowed his seed, her throat working in one smooth motion. 

“This has to be Lady Callendale’s doing. Tell me it is, Rhianna.” 

She looked up at him and smiled. “It is. Was it good?”

“Good? What a paltry word to use for such an incomparable thing!” he laughed heartily. He encouraged her to come to him so they were face to face against each other. “I would pleasure you now, my love.”

“No.” 

Shocked that she would not want his attention, he questioned, “Why? You deserve this sort of pleasure as well. Allow me --”

“Husband, no,” she insisted. “I have wanted to do this for you for some time. Just this.” 

Humbled, Victor caressed her cheek and gave her a chaste kiss on the lips. “Very well. But know this, Rhianna. You will not go without your pleasure ever again. That I promise you.” 

She smiled knowingly, resting her head against his shoulder. Within moments, he dozed off, unconsciously pulling her closer to him. Her hand, the one that had shared his blood, laid flat against his heart. His intensity had rubbed off on her and brought them to this place, this set of circumstances. It was something Rhianna was grateful for, despite all that had happened. With a sigh of comfort and a soft kiss to his chest, she succumbed to the temptation of slumber.

by Mika Matsumoto
11/19/2005