Anne's Courage [Le Club 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) Page 7

  “A likely story, wench,” he said menacingly. He stood behind her again, breathing on her neck, and then he stepped back and landed a lightly stinging slap on one of her butt cheeks with the small riding crop that had been tucked in one of his boots. Its business end had a small leather clapper shaped like a hand. She yelped, but already being on her tiptoes, she was helpless to evade the second light blow to her other cheek that followed quickly. “Now, I will have the truth wench, or you will feel the wrath of my whip.”

  “Please, please, My Lord. I am innocent!” she cried as he flicked two more lightly stinging blows, one to each rapidly reddening cheek. The first two blows had stung, but the second two were strangely erotic, bringing a flood of hot cream to her pussy. “Oh, My Lord, please don’t whip me. I will do anything you say. Maybe my father will pay you a ransom for my safe return. He has already contracted a marriage for me with Lord Churchill with whom he wants an alliance.” Geez, I’m running out of names for lords! Her breath burst out, her breasts heaving in agitation.

  “Too bad for Lord Churchill,” he said. “I plan to have my way with you on that bed in the corner this very night. If your father plans to ransom you, your virtue will already be forfeit.” The front of his pants were straining over his enormous erection, and he pressed up behind her, nestling this straining cock in the crack of her bottom. Oh, God...He felt so good. He ran his hand down her spine and over her bottom before he gave her another swat.

  “My Lord, please reconsider,” she said desperately. “My value will be severely reduced if I am no longer pure.” She was thinking quickly. This is hard work! “Lord Churchill will expect a virgin.”

  “Well, his expectations will be unfulfilled,” he said. “Your maidenhead is mine! In fact, I may just keep you as my personal sex slave and the hell with Lord Churchill and any ransom.”

  “My Lord, perhaps you can negotiate an alliance with my father. He might consider you for my husband instead of Lord Churchill.”

  “Why would I negotiate for your hand when I can have you in my bed at my will?”

  “Because I have an enormous dowry in gold and jewels,” she said. “My Lord, you are very virile and handsome, and Lord Churchill is old and fat, has gout and bad breath. I would rather be your sex slave than his wife,” she said, nestling her bottom tightly against his straining shaft.

  She saw the calculating look come into his eyes, and he said, “I think I will have your willing body tonight and your dowry later.” He un-cuffed her hands and lifted her into his well-muscled arms. He carried her to the heavily carved bed in the corner of the room and deposited her on the tapestry coverlet.

  He joined her on the bed. He licked her nipples and then nipped them sharply. He stroked his hand over her wet pussy. “Spread your legs, wench. Your Lord and Master is going to claim your maidenhead.” He knelt between her wide open thighs and ran his tongue through the cream coating her open, wet pussy and over her pulsing clit. She screamed in delight as his tongue plunged into her channel, and he grazed over the little bundle of nerves at her apex. “Remember, no coming until I give you permission, wench,” he warned.

  Oh crap! That again! I think that’s the hardest part of this whole submission gig. She was dismayed. I feel like a virgin about to be ravished for real! “My Lord, take me please,” she begged. The whole exercise had left her quivering with need. This is really powerful stuff, even if it is a game! Lust shot through her, jolting her cunt with electrical impulses that sizzled through her system. She felt a hunger so intense she thought she might die of it.

  “Do not rush me, wench. I am the lord of this castle, and you will serve my needs and desires. I plan to take you all night,” he promised in that dark, sensual, hard-as-steel Dom voice. He resumed his slow, sensual torture, kissing up her stomach to her breasts. He circled his fingers around her pebbled nipples and then nipped each one sharply in turn, causing Anne to buck on the bed as the small pain turned into massive pleasure. He then licked his way back down her stomach to the pulsing center of her desire.

  Oh God! I hope so. She was getting desperate.

  * * * *

  The smell of her arousal was intoxicating. His cock was throbbing with his need to conquer her pussy, to pound into her and bring her to a screaming orgasm.

  He rose over her, pushing her knees back toward her shoulders and opening her center for his full possession. He rammed into her channel with a groan, filling her to capacity. This is my pussy. Mine! She screamed as though he had indeed brutally taken her virginity. He began to move with long, steady strokes, slow and sensuous, building in speed and intensity until he was pounding into her sex like a pile driver. He tried to back down but was unable to regain control as their bodies convulsed, and Jamie flew over the edge taking Anne with him. Lightning struck behind his eyes, and thunder rolled through his veins. Exhausted and rung out, Jamie rolled over and brought Anne to rest on his chest. After taking a moment to catch his breath, he continued to slowly and languidly stroke in and out of her cunt. He brought her to a second orgasm, as her body trembled with aftershocks, before he collapsed back against the pillows. He wrapped his arms around her and clasped her in his embrace, her head nestled on his shoulder.

  “Wow! All I can say is—Wow!” She snuggled against him, and he could feel her heart begin to settle into a steady rhythm.

  He wrapped his arms around her. “You are really good at this. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” he said with a grin. “You can really think on your feet, or would that be on your toes?” He laughed and kissed the tip of her nose as he brushed the hair back from her face.

  Jamie was beginning to realize that Anne was slowly but surely creeping into his heart. Her willingness to please him and experiment with the Lifestyle, even to a limited degree, delighted him. It was early in the mating process, but his heart recognized that Anne might be his mate. What an archaic thought. One man, one mate? He had never thought that way before.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Jason took one look at Calleigh fingering the pink pavé diamond heart pendant which was in the upside down position while she reclined on the big, heavily carved bed in the Southern Plantation Suite and grinned. He knew that look. He sighed and went to the armoire for the heap of pillows. “I didn’t know I was marrying an insatiable sex kitten,” he said as though put upon.

  “You had better hope I still feel this way after the delivery. It would really be a shame if I lost this zing. This is the greatest thing since sliced bread.”

  After he prepared the nest of pillows and settled her in his favorite position, bottom up, he sat down beside her and began massaging her back.

  She groaned in appreciation as his strong fingers worked on the tense muscles and knots. He knew that her belly was beginning to give her backaches. “Oh, baby. Now I know why I married you!” she said, laughing.

  “Wait, you’ll like this even better,” he said as he began to massage first one foot and then the other. She sighed heavily as though in absolute bliss.

  “I don’t know which feels better. Why don’t you try both again and I’ll see...”

  He gave her a little smack on the butt. “Trying to ‘top from the bottom’ again?” he asked. “That’s Paula’s trick. You’d better not pick up her bad habits.” He infused his voice with false menace. He really enjoyed Calleigh’s best friend’s quirky sense of humor and irreverent attitude, especially since they irked his best friend, Trent, who was the one who had to try to rein her in.

  * * * *

  “Yes, Master.” She giggled. He ran one finger ever so lightly down between Calleigh’s cheeks and over the wet folds of her hot pussy. She raised her bottom, pushing into his hand and rolling her hips in anticipation. I just can’t get close enough. She sighed. She could feel the excitement rising in her pussy. This is a two-edged blessing. Jason continued to rub her pussy while flicking his thumb over her throbbing clit and then skimming his hands over her plump bottom. He raised himself over her, making sure
not to put any pressure on her back or belly. He aligned the blunt tip of his cock to her entrance and glided home with a sigh. Calleigh purred like a fat cat with a bowl full of cream. Oh God, that’s wonderful. He pumped into her until he stroked her to a stunning orgasm. Afterward, as they lay panting, her pussy humming with aftershocks, she rolled over onto her side and dozed, half awake and half asleep.

  * * * *

  Jason just looked at her. She was so beautiful with her long fingers softly rubbing her belly and her honey hair spread out on the pillow.

  Calleigh snoozed in the warm afternoon sunlight which shone through the curtains fluttering in the breeze. The soft spring light glinted off the mound of her belly, highlighting the round shape and the contented half smile on her face. He was struck with an inspiration and got the small digital camera he carried in his briefcase. He snapped at least a dozen pictures of her with her naked baby belly from different angles.

  Finally, Jason covered her with a light quilt, not wanting to make her too warm. Then he laid down beside her, curling her into his chest, as he too closed his eyes to nap the rest of the afternoon away. He knew that, in about a month, afternoon naps would be a thing of the past and was determined to enjoy every quiet minute with his beautiful wife cradled in his arms.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Paula and Trent had enjoyed an early dinner on the veranda of the Sea Island Suite. One of the great things about weekends at the club was that they could do as much or as little as they liked, and everything they could possibly need was right there. “Do you want to watch a movie?” he asked.

  “Can we watch a chick flick, or does it have to be action and car chases and explosions?” she asked.

  “How about one of each? You can choose first,” he said, going into the kitchen to make some popcorn. She scrambled up and ran into the living room of the suite to check out the movies available on cable. When they both had chosen movies, they settled on the long batik covered couch in front of the big screen television. The sea-water-blue and green color scheme of the suite was restful and relaxing, and a cool, fresh breeze blew in the windows.

  As they cuddled on the couch watching Sally and Harry try to sort it out, he ran his big, talented hand up and down her leg absentmindedly. She warmed under his offhand attention. He really doesn’t know how he affects me. It made her a little sad that the weekend was almost over. “You know, babe,” he said reflectively. “You were really good about accepting my little surprise the other night, even though you had some reservations. That made me very proud of you, subbie.”

  “I have to say I had some major reservations about it, but it turned out well. I know I’m not always great at this submission stuff,” she said with a sigh. “I do try...well, sometimes I try. For me, it’s just for fun. I think it’s a little more than ‘fun’ for you.”

  “Maybe. Really though, I just like it for the fun and the sexy kick. I don’t take it totally seriously, but if you’re going to do something, you might as well put some effort into it. Anyway, who wants to make love in the missionary position for their whole lives?” he asked.

  “Not me!” she chirped. “What did you have in mind? Something interesting?”

  “Let me think about it for a minute,” he said as he opened the buttons on his Levi’s and freed his straining cock. He pulled her into his lap and positioned her over his rampant erection. She knew her cheerful readiness to play always delighted him. He kissed her deeply, exploring her mouth with his tongue, as she responded in kind. He situated her legs at either side of his lap and brought her down over his ready cock and began slowly pumping into her slick passage. Her tight pussy milked him with every stroke as she leaned forward to take him in as deeply as she could, angling for her G-spot. The sensation was electrifying. Although she didn’t get that many chances, she always loved to be on top. It made her feel like flying—free and unburdened.

  They came with a shout as his seed spurted into her waiting pussy, and she trembled with the aftershocks of a really major orgasm. It’s amazing, really, what he can do to me with so little effort.

  As she nestled into his chest and started to come back down to Earth, he reached under a magazine on the teak coffee table and pulled out a black leather box. He said, “I didn’t think you were ready for this before, but I think that maybe now you are.” He handed her the box.

  She looked at him in amazement. Except for her birthday gifts, he had not given her any presents since they had been together. They had met after the New Year, so Christmas gift giving had been past. She slowly opened the box and saw a faceted, blue-white diamond heart set in platinum hanging from a braided leather collar. She could see that the heart could be taken off the collar and worn as a regular pendant. “Oh, Trent! This is beautiful!”

  He took it from the box and fastened it around her neck. “Are you ready to be my collared slave, subbie? I really couldn’t imagine being without you,” he asked tentatively. “I know we had a pretty rocky start, but I think things have been going pretty well since then. What do you think?”

  “I think it’s wonderful, and you’re wonderful! I probably haven’t done a good job of expressing my feelings if you are actually in doubt as to whether I would welcome this commitment,” she said with a huge smile on her face. “I would love to be your slave, Master.” She gave him a huge kiss and hugged him tight. Her heart did a happy dance as light bounced off the diamond at her neck. “Does this mean I have to behave myself?” she asked with a grin.

  “Hell no! Be yourself. It’s the challenge I love. Besides, your disobedient behavior gives me the excuse to paddle your cute little butt,” he said with a grin as he gave her bottom a resounding smack.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Monday afternoon, just as Jamie was arriving back at the club from the farm, he received a call on his cell phone from Max. “You’d better drive back here immediately. We had a hit on the surveillance cameras. One of the young stall cleaners, Mark Taylor, was seen going into Jester’s stall with a pitchfork. It’s all on tape. You need to see it for yourself.”

  “Is Jester okay?”

  “He’s fine,” Max replied. “One of the security team monitoring Jester secured the boy in the barn office.”

  “I’m on my way back. See what you can find out about this kid before I get there. Thanks, Max.”

  Jamie took some deep breaths and called Anne. “Something’s come up at the farm. Will you drive out with me? I may need the calm voice of reason.”

  “Of course. Is Jester okay?”

  “He’s fine according to Max. Meet me at the car.”

  The ride was tense. When they pulled up to the barn, they were met by Max and Manuel. “Jamie, calm down. I know you’re upset, but we need calm heads here,” Max said in a reasonable tone.

  “Tell me what you know, and then I want to see the tape,” Jamie said tersely.

  “Apparently the boy, Mark Taylor, is fifteen. He told Manuel he was eighteen,” Max said.

  “I’m sorry, Mr. Jamie. I had not gotten around to checking his paperwork,” Manuel said, chagrined. “He said he had worked at other farms cleaning stalls. It’s not skilled work after all, and he did a good job the first day, and then I just got busy and forgot about it.”

  “We’ll talk about that later. Why was he handling Jester? What else do you know?”

  Max continued, “He and his mother are homeless. They were deserted by Mark’s father and recently lost their home. The mother works as a maid at one of the motels off the highway, and I think sometimes they sleep in their car if they can’t get space at a shelter. He recently quit school and has been working here, riding his bike out from town.” This story somewhat tempered Jamie’s anger, but he was still furious.

  “Let’s go see the tape,” Jamie said.

  The tape of the incident in Jester’s stall was telling. Jamie could see the kid was scared to death of the big horse, but he was determined to clean the stall. He feinted at Jester with the pitchfork and started to ed
ge into the stall. “Get out of my way, you big bastard,” Mark said. “I have to get in here. I have to.” At that point, Max and one of the security guards arrived at Jester’s stall and took the struggling boy to the office where they locked him in, and Max called Jamie.

  Anne looked horrified. “The poor kid,” she said. “He’s apparently had a tough time.”

  “Max, see if you can get his mother on the phone,” Jamie said as he paced. He was trying to control his anger and think of what was the best thing to do. He couldn’t let it go. That was for sure. There had to be consequences. This was a very serious matter after all. Fear morphed into hatred and spread out, doing damage in every direction. The situation had to be handled in a positive manner immediately.

  “Jamie, Mrs. Taylor is on my cell,” Max said, as he handed him the phone. Jamie walked outside where, sparing none of the details, he told Mrs. Taylor all that had happened.

  “I’m so sorry, Mr. Devereau. Please don’t report this to the police. I don’t want Mark to have a police record. I’ll try to pay for the horse’s medical expenses. Mark is having a hard time as it is, what with his father taking off and all. I haven’t been able to control him, and he’s been hanging out with some kids I don’t like. Then he quit school. The other kids were giving him a hard time about being homeless. To tell the truth, I’m at my wit’s end.”

  “I know you don’t know me, Mrs. Taylor, but if you will trust me to handle this problem the best way I can, I’ll see what I can do for you and Mark. However, you have to know there are going to be consequences for him. This was an extremely serious matter. Not only did he injure a very valuable horse that is my brother’s absolute pride and joy, but Mark could have been killed if Jester was a more aggressive stallion. If he had not lied about his age, he never would have been allowed to handle the stallion in the first place. My barn manager should have checked his papers more carefully, but it slipped through the cracks since Mark was doing a good job otherwise.”