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Chapter 6 An Ache

  • I was already afraid what he said would prove true.
  • His touch was already so daunting that I could feel myself weakening. Feel every vestige of feminine curiosity rising to the fore to combat my instinctive fear of what was to come.
  • His touch became more fevered, heating as it rubbed along my moist center. Turning my skin to molten lava.
  • Making my head tip back, lolling on my shoulders at the pleasured feel of his touch.
  • That wandering hand reached before the front of me and caught my dress tugging it down over one breast so he could pinch a dark nipple between his fingertips and roll it.
  • I almost yelped at the fierce sting that arose.
  • “Pain and pleasure is always so close, aren’t they?” He whispered huskily.
  • I felt his hand brushing against the back of me and knew he was freeing himself from his pants.
  • In a moment I felt the hard nub coated in velvety skin brushing where his hand had just been caressing.
  • “How long has it been since a man was inside you?”
  • “I…” I couldn’t even answer. My spine was rigid and goosebumps were climbing over my body.
  • That hand between my thighs guided them further apart and his other hand caressed along the front of my belly.
  • “How badly do you want me to protect them?”
  • I swallowed hard. “I want them safe.”
  • “Then tell me you’ll be mine, Pretty Pet.”
  • “You’re what?” I croaked through my dry throat.
  • “My gorgeous plaything.” He said huskily.
  • “Mine.” He emphasized.
  • “For how long?”
  • “Does it matter?” He stroked his hips forward which glided that hard member along my slit and along the insides of my thighs.
  • “Mmm.” He groaned in arousal.
  • “Forever?” I said fearfully.
  • “No. When I tire of you, I’ll free you.”
  • I shuddered as that hand along my stomach reached up to scoop one full breast. Massaging its weight in his hand.
  • I had the chance. Now was the time I could turn away. I could run. I could flee. I could go back to the village and tell them he wouldn’t see reason. I could try again to get my sister and her family to move into my large house with me.
  • I could try a million things.
  • Things that would never work.
  • Or I can do what he asks for those I love.
  • My head fell.
  • “Aw.” He said thoughtfully. Moving my hair enough he could lean around the front of me. “You’ve come to a decision. What’s it to be, Pretty One?”
  • “Yes.” I breathed.
  • “Mmm. Good.” His voice dropped and he slowly eased forward, pressing that blunted tip between my soft lips and into the crevice within me.
  • My back arched and my hands shook as they gripped that top of the dresser. Every inch of him was setting me on fire. Making my body quake harder as his length separated those tight walls. Stretching them open to make a path for his flesh. Which mine gripped. As if they could stop the intruder from inserting completely.
  • But in moments he was there, fully pierced through me save for some fragmented barrier which he hesitated after shredding.
  • I squawked and winced. Jerking forward.
  • “Whoa…Easy Woman…You didn’t tell me that.”
  • “What?” I huffed through gritted teeth.
  • “That you were entirely untouched.”
  • I blew long breaths, waiting for the pain to abate and the soreness of him ripping through my center to settle.
  • “You wear a ring.” He remarked.
  • “My dead husband.” I said between shallow breaths.
  • “Not entirely a husband, was he?”
  • “He was lonely and kind.” I defended.
  • “And elderly.” He guessed.
  • “Older, yes.”
  • “He never found you here?” He pressed forward the merest bit and I hissed through my teeth straightening again. Shaking my head wildly enough that my hair tossed.
  • “Breathe, Woman. It’s not going to kill you.”
  • “You might!”
  • “I could. But I won’t.”
  • My chest was heaving with wild breaths and I was terribly afraid that the pain would only get worse every movement.
  • He began withdrawing and relief swelled through me. My body beginning to relax. But before he was all the way out, he stroked back in.
  • Making me whimper in fear. But to my surprise, this time there was no pain. Just that sore stiffness.
  • “What do you feel?” He queried.
  • “It aches.”