Gastien Pt 1 (51 page)

Gastien no longer tried to avoid Véronique when he saw her outside. Instead, he would come outside and pretend to be walking around, allowing her to think she was teasing him. Finally on Saturday, she got particularly bold. Walking up to where Gastien was sitting in the garden having lunch before painting started again, she stood in front of him. When he did not look up, she grabbed the book from his hands.

“Gastien, is there something wrong with you? I have been standing here for several minutes! You did not even acknowledge me!” she pouted.

“I have looked at you all morning while painting, Véronique. I felt no need to look at you yet again.”

“Well, I don’t like being ignored.”

“So it seems.” He smiled insincerely and went back to eating.

She stamped her foot. “Dammit, Gastien! Why aren’t you interested in me?”

“I simply have no interest in virgins.” He looked away and continued to eat.

“Maybe I am not a virgin! Have you thought of that?” she retorted.

Gastien laughed. “You don’t act like one, that is for sure. Still, I have no doubt you are a virgin. Not a lady, true, but still…you have not been popped yet,” he said vulgarly.

Face flaming, she drew in her breath. “What an awful way to describe it! You are disgusting!”

“I just don’t fit in to your class, Véronique. In my world, we can be quite crude. Although, you forget your class quite often and stoop to my level! Don’t you like me talking about your cherry? You certainly have offered it to me enough,” he challenged.

“I just don’t like the terminology. It is awful sounding.”

“Well, sorry,” he said sarcastically. “How about if I said that no one has pounded the hell out of your
chatte
yet? Is that better?” She slapped him. He turned white. “That, my dear, was a very stupid thing to do. I would not suggest doing it again.” He stood up.

“Oh? Well, you deserved it. What would you do anyway? A gentleman never hits a lady.”

“True enough. Are you willing to assume that I am a gentleman, and try it again?” He stared at her coldly. She went to slap him again, but he grabbed her hand. Again, just like months before, there was fire. They both felt it. He smiled at her nastily. “You feel it, too, don’t you? Poor little virgin. All worked up, with no one to pop her.” He clicked his tongue.

“You bastard! There are plenty of men who would jump at the chance! There are suitors here all of the time making asses of their selves over me!”

Gastien raised an eyebrow. “Well, pick one! Any man will do!
Mon Dieu
, get it over and done with! You need a long, hard
bite
inside of you, I think, to make you a little more amiable.”

“I don’t want to just pick one, dammit!” She was fuming. Why did he have to be so impossible?

“Well, then go play with yourself. Do something to calm your hysteria down.” He started to leave.

“Gastien, I want you!” He turned and looked at her. “There. Are you happy? I said it, for the hundredth time! I want you to be the one.”

“Don’t play with me, Véronique. It is almost time for me to be gone from here, so I can very easily give you what you are asking for and be on my way. Make no mistake, though, it would be nothing even close to love. Is that what you want? A quick fuck your first time, with a man that forgets you as soon as he pulls it out?”

“Oh, you won’t forget me, Gastien. I know that. We will be too good together.”

He laughed loudly this time. “Oh, poor Véronique! You have way over valued yourself! I have had hot sex so many times I have lost count. You will not be any more special than the others. Less so, because you won’t know how to please me. But, if you want mine that badly, then I will gladly give it to you. Just remember, I won’t be gentle, and I won’t want seconds.”

“We will see.”

He looked at her disinterestedly. “Be in my bed tonight by ten o’clock. I may be on time, I may not be. It depends upon what I find to do in the 6
th
. Regardless, be there and don’t leave. When I am ready, I will return. When I do, I will give you exactly what you have been asking for over the last ten months.”

“But – “

“Take it or leave it, Véronique,” Gastien said brusquely as he walked away.

That afternoon he painted with the whole family present and totally ignored Véronique. She was livid. How dare he think he could treat her that way! She was not about to show up at ten o’clock or any other time!

She came by after dinner to tell him exactly what she thought of him. He was already gone. That man made her so crazy! Yet, she found him immensely attractive. There was something dangerous, something tainted about him. She had no idea what he had been doing with the rest of the family, but she could sense he knew things about sex most didn’t. His eyes, the way his lips looked, the hair…even the way he moved. It brought out desires in her no virgin should even know about. She knew from staring at him down there that he was not small. Was she a fool to entice such a man for her first time?

Well, it did not matter. He had demanded ten o’clock tonight or nothing. She was not about to let him boss her like that. Nonetheless, she found herself constantly looking at the clock all evening. Her parents were out at some old party for the night. Vivienne had retired early, claiming a headache.

Finally, at a quarter to ten, she left the main house, just to go for a walk. She had bathed earlier, telling herself that it was for church that she was cleaning up. Gastien was not home. Trying the door, she found it unlocked and walked in. Almost in spite of herself, she undressed. Véronique looked at herself in the mirror. As she expected, the sight was lovely. Tonight she would finally have the man she desired. Véronique climbed into Gastien’s bed.

As time went by, she was getting agitated. It was now eleven o’clock. Agitation turned to anger. Did this mean so little to him? She should just leave. Why humiliate herself? As Véronique stood up to get dressed, she heard a
cabriolet
pull up. The
cabriolet
must contain Gastien. Sure enough, in the door he came, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he had invited her to bed.

“Oh! Véronique!” He stared. “Well, well. How lovely you look naked! However, I do believe that I asked you to be in my bed, what are you doing just standing there?”

“I was getting ready to get dressed and leave, you thoughtless bastard! How dare you make me wait!” she hissed.

“Ah. Well, I told you I might be late. I was busy. Sorry. But, as you can see if you look where you are usually staring, you have my attention now.” He moved closer. “Want to touch it?” he asked boldly.

Her eyes could not resist, she had to look down at him. When she saw the bulge she was both impressed and somewhat scared. Maybe she should wait. He looked awfully big! As her eyes met his, she swallowed hard.

“Frightened,
chèri
? Afraid you offered something you aren’t prepared to deliver?” he questioned softly. No answer. “Well, how about this? If you are having second thoughts, I have no problem with you leaving right now. I already had one woman tonight, and I am no rapist.” He smiled insincerely. “Your choice.” He raised an eyebrow, gesturing to the door.

“You WHAT?” Véronique was sickened and angry. The nerve of this man! Still, perhaps she misheard. “You already had a woman? And now you want to use it on me?” She sounded shocked and ready to erupt.

“Sure. Is that an issue? Because, as I said, you can leave.” Gastien yawned.

“I can’t believe you would stick your dirty
bite
in me! Are you that crude?” She was flabbergasted at his arrogant rudeness. Didn’t he realize what class she belonged to?

“Oh, I can wash it first. Here, let me.” He walked into the bathroom and washed, leaving the door open. He was buttoned back up when he came out. “Ok? Nice and clean. Now, what is your decision? I am tired, so I don’t have all night. Do you want me to pop you, or do you want to go?” He walked over and held open the door.

I should leave, she thought, how can I stay and allow this? But I want him badly and he will be gone soon. I want to know what someone like him does to a woman. He is so wild looking! Licking her lips, she met his gaze evenly.

“I will stay.”

He smiled. “Fine. Then come over here and undo my trousers.”

“Aren’t you going to at least undress?” He can’t be that awful, she thought.

“Why? I told you I am tired. This won’t take long.”

She would be damned if she was going to let him know he was belittling her. She walked over and unbuttoned him.

“Take it out!” he commanded.

She reached in, brought it out, and then she WAS scared.
Merde
! What was she going to do with that inside her? Gastien picked her up, hauling her over to the table. “Bend over.”

“Gastien? Surely you aren’t going to use me like some – “

“Bend over, Véronique. Or leave.”

She turned and bent over.

“Pull down your undergarment, and then lift your skirts.”

“Enculé!” she spat.

“Well,
non
, I was not going to use your
derriere
…although, if you wish…

“
NON
!”

“Very well. Then watch your choice of words
, cheri
. I try to give a woman exactly what she asks for.”

Gastien flicked his index finger on her bud. “Hold yourself apart for me.”

Horribly embarrassed, Véronique looked over her shoulder at him, imploringly. “Can’t you be kinder?”

 Gastien yawned again. “Véronique, either hold yourself apart or find someone else to do the deed.” She reached around to do so.

Using one hand to cover her mouth, he used his other to push his
bite
into her
chatte
, not stopping when he felt her maidenhead. He simply pushed harder and broke through. Véronique was crying, but Gastien did not stop. Once he was fully in, he started to move, not giving her a chance to get used to him inside of her. He kept thrusting, increasing the speed.

All of a sudden, she was moving with him.
Mon Dieu
! It was fire! He was not expecting such a blaze. The two of them were like animals in heat, and as he climaxed, she did too.

Heart pounding, Gastien slumped over her trying to get his breath back. Sweet Jesus, he did not expect that! She was breathing as hard as he was. He slid out, turned her around, and looked down at her.

“I am not tired anymore,
chèri.
I was wrong, it won’t be just once. Let’s get in bed.”

They spent the night locked in passion. By the time morning came, there was not a position Véronique did not know. Gastien wondered if he would ever be ready again.

“Véronique? You better get back to the house. I don’t know how you are going to get inside without get caught, though.” He kissed her. “That was surprisingly wonderful. You were very, very good.”

She smiled at him, kissing him back. “As were you. Truce?”

“Truce. But no more episodes. My body can’t take it.”

“We will see.”

She dressed and was gone before Gastien’s breathing had evened.

Gastien slept until two o’clock that day. As he thought about Véronique and her sexual hunger, he guessed he should not be surprised. Just because she had been inexperienced did not mean she would not be good at it right from the start. After all, he had been a quick learner with the twins. He sighed. It was a good thing he would be leaving soon. Much time doing that and there could be serious problems. Doing something like that repeatedly would result in getting caught. Or Véronique becoming too attached. That would be a recipe for disaster. He did not fit into her future in any way, nor did he care to.

 While he ate the lunch that had been left, he began to feel disgust for himself. He really had been abusing his body a lot over the last year sexually. It was one thing to want frequent sex. He was a young man. But, the things he had done, the way he treated women the last several months, were not things he was proud of.

Dr. Morel was right. He needed to get away, just be alone. He was so exhausted emotionally that he felt like there was nothing left of him but depravity. He did not want to feel disgust about himself. It was time to take inventory. Most importantly, it was time to give his body and mind a rest. He would be done in less than two weeks. Gastien hoped to then be on his way to somewhere quiet. Tomorrow he would go see Dr. Morel for some advice on how to get that arranged.

The next morning, he gathered up all of the pieces of jewelry that Jean Luc had bought for him, including the gold chain he had purchased before the first night of servicing Jean Luc. He rode to Dr. Morel’s, waiting until the doctor had time to see him. He asked Dr. Morel if he would find a buyer for the jewelry, explaining that he knew the doctor would get more than he himself would. People would think someone like Gastien was desperate, therefore not giving him top dollar. He told the doctor he would give him ten percent for his trouble. Dr. Morel said he would be glad to do it. It would be easy to do, he explained, and there was no need to pay him.

Gastien shared that he wanted to use the money to go to the South of France on the first of August. He wanted to be by the sea, a quiet cottage by itself if possible. It did not need to be fancy, just clean. The doctor had rented such a place, a few miles from L’Estaque. It was right on the sea. The doctor said Gastien might be able to get it. The doctor said the cottage had a bicycle Gastien could use to bike to the village and get food for simple meals, or he could eat at the one small restaurant. Dr Morel said he would see what he could do.

The following Thursday the doctor stopped by to let him know it was all arranged. Gastien had a train ticket for the first of August, and a return for any time prior to the first of September. He then gave Gastien his money, which turned out to be a very nice sum. Gastien would have more than enough for a full month of living there, even after insisting that the doctor take a full ten percent for all of his time.