My Lady Enslaved (4 page)

 

Chapter Four

 

At least he was asleep, she thought raggedly, because it would begin again soon . . . too soon. And now irrevocably she knew that she was his . . . his completely! She understood no matter how much she could pray otherwise that Ravenscar was stronger than her own determination and will. It was because his need for revenge was blindly driving him. He would never listen to the fact that she was not Lia. He would never believe that she had a son. A baby that she was so painfully terrified for. What had Lia done to Sebastian? And now that she'd not come back, had not delivered the package, what would Lia do to him?

“What sneaking dramas are you concocting now, Lia?” Ravenscar asked with a husky rasp from behind her.

“I-I do not care if you believe me,” Chloe cried miserably. “But I have a baby. And he is in danger.”

Ravenscar abruptly turned her onto her back and leaned over her. “You have a child? What nonsense is this?”

Chloe gazed up at him willing him impossibly to believe her. “Even if I a-am, Lia. I could have a baby,” she whispered, and then she pushed the bed linen aside so he could clearly see her breasts. “How else could I be leaking milk, if I did not have a baby?”

Ravenscar’s aristocratically-chiseled features frowned down at her, and he slowly brought one lean finger forward to touch the droplet of milk clinging to her pink nipple. Chloe trembled uncontrollably at his touch and the droplet fell free running over the rounded slope of her bare breast. Ravenscar dipped his head with his dark irises pinning hers as he lapped the droplet of mothers’ milk with his tongue, leisurely following the path up over the curve of her breast. Chloe held back her moan with every once of her will, wondering desperately how he could make her feel such exquisite pleasure when she should despise him.

“It seems it could be possible that you do have a child,” he murmured, intently gazing at her with banked lust and calculation in his inky-black eyes.

“Even still, I do not know what it could matter to me,” he rasped. “You are still my whore until I release you.”

“But it is not the same!” she cried, desperate. “You know that I would always try to fight you! Or-or try to escape from you, but if you got Sebastian back for me,” she paused on a hurried breath, thinking hard. “If you held my baby against me, then I truly would be your complete s-slave!”

Ravenscar’s head dipped forward as if in deep thought making the ends of his lightly silver-streaked black hair balance and pool on the sharp ridge of his collarbone. Chloe held onto the taut muscles of his upper arms, trembling herself with desperate need. She prayed fiercely to the serene all-knowing Buddha that Ravenscar would get Sebastian back for her. Knowing as she did that she would do anything, be anything for him if he did.

“Show me,” he uttered finally, lifting his gaze to hers as she looked at him in confusion. “Suck my cock and show me how willing you will be.”

Chloe abruptly dropped her hands from Ravenscar’s hard biceps and scooted back away from him completely startled. She rested her hands on the mattress at her sides and nervously looked at him. She had never done such a thing before a-and Ravenscar would expect her to be some kind of expert! Like Lia most definitely would be. Yet what choice did she have?

“Y-Yes . . . my lord,” she answered faintly, hoping the “my lord,” would please Ravenscar in sounding subservient. He did lift his full upper lip slightly. But it could just be a sneer. Then she prudently thought to add. “If you will only guide me in the way you, um, prefer . . . my lord.” There had to be different ways, didn’t there?

“Cease playing these games with me, Lia,” he growled. “I thought you wanted your baby back?”

“I do!” she exclaimed quickly. “I only wish to please you,” she finished in a desperate whisper.

“Then simply take my cock into your pretty pink mouth, and cease using those soulful brown eyes on me, Rosebud,” he rasped as he came up on his knees before her.

Chloe gazed at Ravenscar’s jutting and thoroughly male penis. It was so long! So much longer than the only other example she'd ever witnessed. Just that once. And now Ravenscar wanted her to take the iron beast into her mouth! It was not offensive looking but rather imposing and somehow mesmerizing. A strong appendage, and the ruddy pink-colored skin looked soft even though the column beneath was rigid, while the helmeted head looked shiny smooth. Strangely her nipples rucked tightly into tiny pink spokes as she bent over bracing her hands on the bed and she crawled forward before him.

“This is just the beginning, my little traitor,” Ravenscar uttered. He dug his fingers into the back of her hair and she leaned forward on her hands and knees with the pressure from his hands coercing her mouth toward the helmeted head of his penis. When her mouth slowly closed around the warm crowned-head, she heard Ravenscar groan as she tasted his male essence on her tongue.

“Suck on it, Rosebud,” he rasped harshly. “Suck my cock deep and hard.”

Christ! When Lia suckled her lips around his cock she suddenly became the expert he knew she had to be. No more innocent games now as she suckled and he thrust. In fact she was good. So deliciously good! Taking more of his rigid length than he thought possible with her greedy hot mouth as he watched her buttocks gyrate beneath each of his forward thrusts until his balls grew tight and he knew he was going to come. It was then he held Lia’s head tighter. He would never allow her to back away from this moment.

Chloe felt the hot cream burst into her mouth and she swallowed instinctively around Ravenscar’s big throbbing organ stretching her lips. She thought somewhere in the back of her mind that she should be appalled. But she wasn’t! Crazily she was excited and she could not stop thinking about the way Ravenscar had put his mouth to her sex the night before.

He was shuddering when she pulled her mouth from around his penis and looked up at his harrowed cheeks and his glazed black eyes. But just as quick as she could blink her eyelashes, his gaze turned feral. “I want to watch you masturbate,” he said thickly.

She gasped in shock and maybe . . . maybe some excitement. She could not deny that there were times when she touched herself at night beneath the bed covers. But to have a man watch her do this! To have Ravenscar watch her. She was horribly embarrassed and confused in her feelings only she had gone so far already. She had gone so low or to such new heights she could not comprehend. Yet he allowed her no hesitations nor will of her own as he pressured her onto her back, and then he stretched on his side at an angle to her. “Bend your legs to me, Rosebud, and splay your thighs.”

“Your cunt is ripe . . . and wet,” Ravenscar whispered sinuously.

“Put your fingers in your pussy, Rosebud.”

“Ravenscar, p-please,” she pleaded.

Arching to reach, she dipped her fingers into her sex finding the place of her secret pleasure. Feeling her own moisture and heat on her fingertips. Touching the tender folds of flesh, then finding the elusive bead, which she began to slowly rub. She whimpered in need when Ravenscar kissed her inner thigh and kneaded her buttocks with his big hands, pulling them open and closed with each massage. Compelled beyond need into hot passion she moved her fingers faster in the tissues of her sex chasing the bead that was growing bigger and tighter.

“I own you,” he murmured, splitting her buttock cheeks and digging his fingers into her flesh.

“Look at me,” he commanded, and she did, seeing the dark passion in his black irises. His gaze lowered to watch her touching herself.

“You like this,” he accused huskily.

“Yes. Yes,” she cried, mindless, and then she cried out in surprise when one of his fingers entered her with a hard thrust and she screamed in pleasure.

Harrison fucked Lia with two of his fingers as he watched the ivory moons of her pink-nippled breasts jostle with each hard thrust of his finger. This was primeval, pagan . . . lustful, and it ate him up with heat he’d never felt before. To watch Lia’s glistening pink cunt and her delicate fingertips savaging it with erotic motions. He bit her innermost thigh and she screamed in throaty pleasure. He rumbled in response, an answer to her aroused call, and he watched her shudder as her orgasm capsized.

He came up over her swiftly then, nearly against his will or control as he embedded his cock deep inside her with one hard thrust!

“Oh, Ravenscar! Oh, Ravenscar. Please!”

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Raven!”

Harrison violently wrenched away from soft berry lips, and he rasped, “Bitch!”

“Ravensc . . .?”