My Lady Captive (10 page)

“Oh, Wyndham,” she gasped softly, raising her
hips to him.

“Yes, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Show me what
you like.”

“Oh
mm
,” she moaned, and her hands
dropped over the sponge with his finger beneath. She pressed,
burrowing his finger deeper, as her hips rolled and her inner
thighs stretched. His fingers beneath the water traced the crease
of her inner thigh following it to the slick opening of her vagina.
She guided his finger faster over her clitoris as he smudged the
accepting opening. “
Wyndham,
” she gasped.

Slowly, he entered her with one finger and
her hips lifted, seating the width of his finger more firmly as she
moaned her acceptance. “You are mine,” he rasped, bringing his
thumb forward to play against her lower pussy, while he withdrew
and thrust his finger inside her again.

“
Yes,
Wyndham,” she cried. “Si, puma.
Oh hh
so much, puma.
So
hard.”

Christ.
“I want to lick your pussy,”
he rasped.

Her eyes opened and he could see the fevered
passion in their golden depths. He did not give her time to think,
he simply grasped her wrists and urged her to stand before him. He
lowered his head at the same moment rubbing his nose, his mouth,
and his chin over her wet pubic curls, as he used his hands on her
hips as a guide. Then, his tongue darted forward and he licked
deeply.

“Wyndham!” she cried.

She grasped his head, with her legs becoming
wobbly. He held her nearly swooning stance by the strength in his
arms as his tongue nudged the lips of her pussy apart and the tip
of his tongue found the bead of her clitoris. It was swollen and
fat and he quickly shimmied his tongue rapidly over it. Orèlan’s
answering cry of passion was arousing as he caught the crook of her
knee with his forearm and lifted. He lifted her leg, until her
thigh was on his shoulder and he had superb access to her splayed
pussy.

“Dios!” Orèlan cried, unable to help herself
from wriggling her sexual nub against Wyndham’s hot flicking
tongue.
“Si,
Wyndham, si,” she cried.
“Oh hh, si!”
She could feel Wyndham’s bristly unshaven chin rasping against her
inner thighs as she clutched the heavy strands of his yellow-blond
hair. Her fingers brazenly pressed his face closer between her
thighs as she rolled her sex against his surging tongue. “Si,
oh
dios, si,
” she cried, and then she screamed ardently as he
entered her strongly with his stiffened finger. He withdrew and
thrust his finger inside her again, doing it repeatedly, as his
tongue skittered faster and faster and the explosion of passion in
her sex burst free.

“Amor!” she cried. “
Mio
Amor!”

Chapter Eleven

Orèlan woke slowly. She barely remembered
Wyndham cradling her, drying her off gently, and then carrying her
to the bed. He had given her such wonderful passion. So many
beautiful and exciting moments to take the place of the other
moments that she would make herself forget. Never again would she
be afraid of Wyndham. He had stopped when she thought it not
possible for a man to do so. He had been fiercely aroused, yet he
had stopped himself and not taken any pleasure of his own when he
realized that she was so foolishly afraid.

“Feeling better?” Wyndham murmured against
her ear.

Orèlan smiled and opened her eyes slowly. She
could feel the length of Wyndham’s warm nakedness pressing against
her breasts, belly, and upper thighs.
Mm,
he was so warm and
strong, she thought, as she looked into his sleepy dark purple
irises.

“Have we been sleeping?” she asked
softly.

“Mm, for an hour, perhaps,” he murmured, and
then he stretched with the muscle of his upper arm flexing
impressively beneath her cheek. She wriggled her toes against the
springy hair on his calves. “I wish we could stay like this
forever, Wyndham,” she murmured.

“Naked in my arms?” he asked huskily.

“Yes, always,” she replied pertly.

“Is that a proposal, Senorita?” he asked
mildly.

Her eyes widened as she looked over his
sleep-tumbled appearance gaging his seriousness. Then suddenly,
because her heart would not allow her to do anything else, she took
a fantastical leap. “Yes!” she blurted.

Just as abruptly as her exclamation, Wyndham
came up over her, to lean on his elbow as he gazed down at her
intently. His gaze was as searching as he's had been before, as he
slowly but firmly said, “And I accept, sweetheart.”

Her eyelids flared wide again, as she
whispered urgently. “You
do
?”

Wyndham’s arching lips nearly formed a smile,
as he said, “I, Lord Wyndham Hawkenge take you, Orèlan Becou, to
be
my wife.”

“Oh!” Orèlan squealed, and then she was in
Wyndham’s arms embracing him tightly.

“We must always remember, little love, that
you asked me first,” he quipped.

“And you accepted,” she said, lifting her
lips to his descending mouth. With their mouths connected, he
scooped her on top of him as he rolled onto his back. An excited
giggle erupted from her throat at the intensive feeling of warm and
hairy male muscle touching her from her naked breasts to her toes.
But especially the long hard one, whose knobbed head was pressed
into her belly button as the mound of her sex rode over his heated
male sacs.

She was stretching to keep her lips seated
over Wyndham’s soft through kisses, when he pulled her body up his
body with his hands gripping her naked buttocks. She instantly
remembered her desire to writhe naked over Wyndham’s nude
masculinity, when she felt his strong body sliding against hers.
The hair on his chest rasp her nipples and the tuft of hair on his
lower belly tickled her stomach as the cradle of her hips settled
between his hips. She ended with the lips of her sex spread over
the searing head of Wyndham’s male organ. The burrowing friction
tingled inside of her, making a steamy wetness in her sex.

“Make love to me, Orèlan,” he murmured over
her lips. “Anything you desire, Spitfire,” he coaxed huskily.

“Mm mm,” she moaned at the heady invitation.
She broke their kiss and lifted her head to look down into
Wyndham’s black-rimmed sapphire irises.

“Anything you want,” he whispered again at
her searching gaze.

Excitement flared in her breasts and trembled
in her belly as she licked her lips slowly, and then said, “Put
your arms above your head.”

The feel of Wyndham’s muscle flexing and
drawing beneath her was arousing, as she gazed at his hairy armpit,
and then further at the mounded tense slope of his upper arm. His
chest rose in this position, to form a buttress of unyielding
muscle beneath her softer breasts as his belly hollowed with
stretched tendons on either side. The depression of his lean belly
cradled her sex, which was saddled over the sizeable head of his
pene.

They were wet together, they were hot
together as she braced her hands on the raised shield of muscle
across Wyndham’s chest. She pushed, lifting her upper body and both
her eyelids flared with the sliding touch between them. She felt
the unfurling of her sex over the head of his rigid organ. She
moaned with the ends of her hair pooling over his chest and neck as
she rocked the nub of her clitoris over the unyielding head of his
pene. He groaned and she did it again strongly, while hearing the
slipperiness they made together.

“
Oo
, Wyndham,” she murmured curling
her fingernails into his chest. “Lick my breasts,” she ordered,
feeling the strength of her words.

Wyndham rose upward to do her bidding, and
she caught the back of his head with one hand to brace him. His
hands closed around both of her breasts pulling them forward as his
tongue began trading between each one to rasp over the points of
her nipples.

“Yes,” she gasped.
“Oh,
yes,
Wyndham.”

Orèlan’s knees fell to either side of
Wyndham’s hips, until she was kneeling and she pulled him to sit
upright as she straddled his lap. His pene fell below her sex. So
then while he made squeezing kneading hot and wet love to her
breasts, she lowered her hand to grasp his long male organ into her
hand. He moaned at this touch as he slathered her breasts
erotically, and she cried, “Bite the nipples, puma. Bite them!
Oh hh,
” she wailed passionately as spikes of desire traveled
like sparks from her nipples to her sex, each time Wyndham nipped
her nipple points. Her hand stroke Wyndham’s pene as she played its
blunt head into her sex, willfully rubbing it over her throbbing
clitoris.

“
Christ
, spitfire,” Wyndham growled as
his strong forearm caught the back of her waist and he pulled her
closer to his nipping mouth.

“Si, Wyndham, si,” she cried as she lowered
the wet head of his pene to the opening of her wanting sex. “Fill
me,” she hissed hotly into his ear. “Fill me, puma.”

Wyndham’s head came up as his hands fell to
her buttocks, grabbing each cheek as he pulled her forward. “Look
at me, Orèlan,” he rasped harshly.

Their gazes collided as he thrust upward
piercing her inner sheath with his hot thick mass as she screamed
in passionate acceptance. “Yes,” he hissed, lifting her buttocks
upward, and then dropping her again roughly over his stabbing pene.
Her wail was sharp and excited. Wyndham suddenly dropped backward
on his elbows, just as he jerked his hip upward thrusting inside
her so strongly it lifted her upward.

She squealed, her encouragement as he did it
again, while she braced her hands on his sweaty chest, rolling her
hips to each of his heavy thrusts. “God, Orèlan,” Wyndham groaned
in appreciation of this as he bounced her body more quickly with
his thrusts. It was though she rode a powerful stallion and instead
of rolling her hips, she began to swing them from front to back.
Her pleasure over this was so intense that she cried out,
scratching her fingernails down Wyndham’s chest. Wyndham was
powerful and healthy, and he used his strong body to buck her body
on top of him with dizzying speed. Each rapid thrust seared deep
inside her with a spearing hot pleasure that built to an explosive
crescendo, making her scream. Her climax flashed over her as
Wyndham stabbed his pene upward rapidly and she rode him, barely
hanging on as her sex convulsed along the length of his
thickness.

“Orèlan,” Wyndham groaned sharply with his
hips lifting, followed by the jolting of her body. “Orèlan!”
Wyndham’s hips bucked again. “Orèlan!” he bellowed and Orèlan felt
his hot seed filling her with the beating of massive throbs as
Wyndham’s hips stilled, while they were arched upward. The
thickness of him swelled inside of her, throbbed, then swelled
again as Wyndham groaned harshly.

“Wyndham!” she gasped as she fell to his
sweaty chest, while her body trembled in the aftermath.

Wyndham took long moments to catch his
breath, and then he rolled Orèlan beneath him as he leaned over
her, brushing back strands of hair away from her damp face. Her
body was languid and her eyes were closed as he dipped his head to
place a soft kiss on her lips. Instantly her lips lifted into a
smile beneath his mouth. “I love you,” he murmured, touching his
tongue to the corner of her mouth.

Orèlan’s eyelids popped open and she looked
at him with warm happiness in her golden irises. “Wyndham,” she
exclaimed softly. “And I love you too.”

“You fucking cunt!” Alexei’s voiced suddenly
shouted from the foot of the bed. “You are a cunt!” Alexei
yelled.

Wyndham held Orèlan tightly as she gasped a
stifled scream at Alexei’s sudden appearance.

“And you, khrisinan, are a liar!” Alexei
hissed, snapping the bed covers off the end of the bed. Wyndham
muffled Orèlan’s next scream in his shoulder as he heard Alexei
order, “Guards! Take them to the dungeon! Now!”

Chapter Twelve

There had been a secret entrance to his
bedroom suite. A dozen of them more likely. Wyndham gritted his
teeth, he'd been a fool not to think of it. Of course his mind had
been in the clouds, wrapped up in a beautiful intriguing woman.
He'd even lost sight of the peepholes, places where anyone could
have spied on Orèlan and his conversations. They were in love, damn
it! They were allowed their transgressions.

Wyndham grasped the iron bars in front of
him, curling his fingers tightly around them. The fact that Alexei
was jealous was his problem. Not Orèlan’s. She should not have to
pay for that, but he had lied to Alexei about his feelings for
Orèlan. Now, he was afraid that Orèlan would pay the price and
there might be little or nothing he could do about it. He looked
over to the cell directly across from his in the circular stone
dungeon. It was thirty feet from where he stood to the other side
of the circle where Orèlan’s cell was. Where she was being held a
prisoner as naked as he was.

The wooden doors to the dungeon screeched on
rusted hinges as they opened, turning his gaze. It had been an hour
or more since they had been forced down into the bowels of
Valcourt, into this dungeon and these cells, and now, Alexei had
arrived. Next to Alexei was a small Asian man and behind them were
two of Alexei’s Russian guards.

“It is me you want, Alexei!” Wyndham shouted.
“Then take me! I will not fight you any longer.”

“No!” Orèlan cried from her cell, but Wyndham
could not see her, as she cowered against the sidewall of her
cell.

“Silence!” Alexei shouted. “I will not have
your sickening displays of love!” Wyndham watched Alexei turn to
him at the same moment he waved the guards to Orèlan’s cell, while
he said, “It is not time, Khrisinan, for you to surrender to me
yet.”

Wyndham’s jaw tightened, Alexei appeared
disheveled and distraught. He looked edgy, as though he were
cornered with no escape. Yet, that made no sense and Wyndham had a
hard time believing Alexei’s behavior was strictly over
jealousy.