Chapter 5 Her Knight

• The girl’s impassioned outburst left everyone speechless.
• She looked terrified and it was a terror that seeped from her every pore, Van Dyke thought in shock.
• She was at his feet, clutching his booted feet and weeping, her eyes on his, pleading.
• The men had rushed up and were hauling her to her feet roughly, uncaring of the cruelty they were inflicting.
• Suddenly, he came to a decision.
• “Wait!” roared Van Dyke. The sight of the girl with her despair did something to him.
• “If I keep you here,” he said slowly, unmoving, his eyes watchful,
• “How will that help me?”
• She looked at him, her eyes wide in panic and distress.
• “I’ll…I’ll do anything for you, please sir…anything you wish.”
• He felt something in his stir at her words. His groin tightened and he had to shift to hide the bulge in his trousers.
• Her voice, her offer, it did things to him.
• His imagination made him picture her at his feet, her plump mouth pleasuring his thick, heavily veined c*ck.
• Snake broke the spell.
• “Anything?” he sneered, moving closer,” Anything?”
• She raised her chin although he saw again how she shrank from his second in command.
• “For HIM,” she said proudly, her chin jerking to indicate Van Dyke.
• A wave of desire shot through the Mafia Don and he moved to control himself. But his balls had become heavier with lust.
• Snake’s eyes narrowed. He did not like that.
• “She’s a saucy snatch, amigo.” He said and there was a sulkiness in his voice as he went on,
• “Give her to me, bro. I’ll teach her a few tricks; maybe teach her how to show some respect for her betters too…” he sniggered but there was an unmistakable threat in his voice.
• Van Dyke made up his mind. “Take her to the room in the west wing,” he snapped, and Snake turned to look at him in some surprise.
• ‘I’ll see what I want to do with this c*nt,” he went on, appraisingly and watched the look of relief on her face as she was roughly escorted from the room. Snake turned to him, his face hard,
• “Bro…”
• Van Dyke narrowed his grey eyes and growled, “Are you challenging my decision?” And then he whispered almost to himself, “I might try her out myself.” And as Snake’s face broke out into a grin, Van Dyke added, “After she’s been washed and cleaned, of course.”
• “What? You kept that piece of garbage under this roof?” Lola, who had sauntered back, dressed in a sexy sheath that resembled a condom, shrieked.
• Van Dyke stopped swinging his chair to look at her, his piercing grey eyes on her as he said deliberately, “Who I keep under my roof is my business, wh*re.”
• She flushed and snapped, “Well, in that case, I think I shall leave now.” Clenching and unclenching her fists impotently, Lola stood for a while then turned on her heel and stormed out, as she fought down the voice in her head which was berating her for her foolishness.
• Van Dyke made his way upstairs, a little lightheaded from all the drink he had put away. As he walked down the corridor, he paused outside the room which he had allotted for the young woman.
• On a whim, he pushed open the door and entered.
• Roxanne was hauled away to another room this time, one on the second floor of the house. A large room, probably a guest room, she thought. While one of the men held her arms behind her back, though she was too weak to run away or harm him, the other went around, checking the windows and the shutters. Satisfied that everything was locked, they left her there.
• Roxanne’s eyes went around the room. It was huge, spacious and had a large double bed in the centre. The ceiling was inlaid with some paintings of nymphs and some strange half-man-half-goat creatures, all indulging in sexual activities which made her mouth fall open in shock and then, blush. Wincing, she realized that when someone was on the bed, they would have a good view of the antics the creatures were engaging in!
• The peach-colored carpets with blinds that matched the colour scheme, were pleasing to the eye. She walked slowly to the door at the end of the room and gasped. A bathroom, with all the necessary modern amenities, something she did not have back in the mansion she had grown up in, she thought sadly.
• Roxanne had shared a basic bathroom with the servants. This was like paradise. Stepping into the shower cubicle, she turned on the water and giggled as a sudden rush of water soaked her. Used as she was to bathe in cold water, she did not mind it but discovering that there was a hot water facility as well made her feel ecstatic. Unthinkingly, she stepped under the shower, tossing her smelly clothing on the floor outside, and stood, soaking in the sensation of the water on her face, her poor sore body, and her hair. The array of soaps and shower accessories was modest, all meant for women and she enjoyed rubbing in the shampoo and washing her hair.
• When she stepped out, draped in a fluffy white towel, she sighed. She did not care what arrangement the Don had in mind for her, at least, no one would accuse her of being ‘smelly’ she thought with a wry twist of her lips.
• And nothing could be worse than what she had endured all her life, at the hands of Odette Piccolo and her children. Roxanne shuddered in memory. Still walking on cloud, she stepped into the bedroom, dimpling happily.
• But suddenly, the door opened. It was Van Dyke.
• She looked up, her plump lips parted in shock and stopped. “Sir?” she said in a soft, throaty voice and Van Dyke groaned. She stiffened but stood still, meeting his eyes bravely.
• When he took a deep breath, he inhaled her fragrance: clean and fresh, soap and shampoo…and her own sweet fragrance. Something lingering, something floral…
• He reached out his big hand and she stood, looking into his eyes, mute and unmoving. A large finger trailed across her soft mouth and she stopped breathing. He traced her lips with a thick thumb. Then he moved closer and she raised her head, tilting it to look into his grey eyes.
• He ran a thick finger across her lower lip, stroking her and she stood still, stiff and unmoving.
• Moving closer, his face just inches from hers, he saw the hazel flecks in her eyes.
• In a low voice, he growled, “Don’t mistake me for the knight in shining armour come to save you, little wh*re.”