My Lady Captive (9 page)

Orèlan watched Wyndham in the mirror as he
walked slowly toward her with a stiff-legged gait. She was relieved
to see that her ploy had worked, and she would not have to answer
his questions yet. Perhaps, never as the events around them
continued to spin out of control. But this moment she would take
for herself and for Wyndham. She needed his strength, his power,
and his love. Desperately, she needed to reaffirm herself in his
arms.

The message she read in Wyndham’s
black-sapphire gaze was primeval. He was readying to take his woman
thoroughly. It excited her, yet at the same time it made her
skittish and anxious. She wanted to fall on him, writhing the full
length of her body all over him, yet at the same instant, she
wanted to run from his potent male power. Fear and excitement
combined lifted her breasts, as shivers raced across her skin and
her breathing increased to breathlessness. Then, Wyndham stopped,
standing behind her so closely that her hands still in her hair,
brushed the hot skin of his lean belly.

The shock of that touch unnerved her, and the
comb she had been using fell from her fingers to clatter onto the
floor. Her gaze jerked upward to Wyndham’s in the mirror, but he
was looking downward, lower between her thighs. As the steam
swirled around them in white misty tendrils, she felt Wyndham
rubbing the outline of his long rigid pene beneath his trousers
over her knuckles. Her breath caught and he did it again, slowly,
with a circling of his hips. She had flirted with power and now he
teased her with that power. But suddenly, the image of Alexei
forcing her mouth down over Wyndham’s impossibly thick male organ
flashed before her mind’s eye, making her gasp. She must have
jerked her hands upward away from Wyndham’s pene, momentarily urged
to flee. But the next second, she realized that he had caught her
wrists into his big hands and he was stretching them over her head,
further pressuring her to rise from the chair. Suddenly, the chair
was toppling sideways from where he must have kicked it aside, and
then he stepped forward pressing his tall muscular body against her
naked back.

Her wrists were freed as quickly, and
Wyndham’s arms came down around her with one of his hands clasping
her left breast and his other hand palming her sex. Her inner
thighs quivered against his hand, but the width of it kept her
thighs separated as her hands dropped over the back of his hands at
her breast and sex.
She would deny him.
This was her instant
thought, even as her head fell backward against his shoulder and he
tightened both his hands possessively over her flesh.

Orèlan moaned as Wyndham circled his hips
again, rubbing the lengthy outline of his pene over her buttocks,
while he held her sex in front as leverage. His middle finger split
the swollen drenched lips, while he twisted the thrusting spoke of
her nipple between the thumb and finger of his other hand.

“Look at yourself, Orèlan,” he whispered into
her ear. “See how your body begs me, naughty Senorita. Look how wet
you are for me.”

“Wyndham,” she gasped as his slick intimate
finger burrowed deeper between the lips of her sex and her gaze
involuntarily jerked downward to look. At the same moment, he
twisted the spoke of her nipple and her hips undulated back against
him as she moaned with excitement. It was as though they danced
together as she writhed her nakedness against his timbered strength
and he intimately toyed with her body. They undulated together as
she willingly rode the crease of her buttocks up over his hard pene
and he rubbed the bud of her clitoris roughly . . . excitingly. He
spoke carnal erotic words in her ear making her whimper with desire
and glide sensuously against him. “You
like
my hard cock,
naughty vixen, rubbing between the cheeks of your sweet ass.” She
moaned, as his fingers daubed over her clitoris and his hot words
burned her ear. “I am going to thrust my big cock inside you hard
and fast, Spitfire. Deep, Orèlan, so deep inside your dripping
wetness. Will you ride my cock? Will you straddle my stiff thick
cock?”

“
Si,
Wyndham, si,” she whimpered,
tossing her head against his chest as his fingers plucked and
twisted her nipples, while she shamelessly rode his finger,
thoroughly exploiting her swollen needy sex.

“Spread your thighs and show me, Senorita.
Show me how naughty you can be,” Wyndham hissed huskily, as he
licked and bit her ear. He was everywhere around her with his
masculinity and lust as they undulated in a sensuous dance before
the mirror.

“Dios!” she cried, as she began to rub her
breasts passionately, using Wyndham’s hands covering them, while
she brazenly splayed her thighs, posing her drenched rubicund sex
to each of their gazes in the mirror. She reached behind her,
catching Wyndham’s hips, pressing her wriggling buttocks against
the thickening outline of his pene.

“Your ass is so hot,” he hissed, then he
nipped her ear.

“
Oh,
dios,” she cried as he nipped her
jawline, then down the side of her neck, while at the same time he
lifted her breasts into his hands kneading the firm flesh
repeatedly in his large hands. Her buttocks circled his pene over
and over as she used her hands on his hips as a guide. “Si,
dios
, si,” she cried, while Wyndham heatedly massaged her
breasts, then returning to pluck the nipples with nipping
fingertips. “Oh hh!”

“Turn around,” he ordered suddenly, and
before she could comprehend or comply, his hands were turning her
to face him, as he lifted her upward. Her bare buttocks slipped
along the cold dressing counter with her back to the mirror. The
mirror’s surface was wet with steam that slid along her spine as
Wyndham’s thighs nudged her knees apart. She held onto his
shoulders as he settled between her thighs with one hand popping
the buttons on his trousers. His other hand grasped her nape as he
drew her up to his lips for a rough and thorough kiss. Eagerly, she
slipped her tongue between his fevered lips, and then he returned
with his tongue thrusting and full inside her mouth.

Suddenly and unexpectedly, the feel of
Wyndham’s tongue was too thick and wide. It was too invasive! Her
fingernails curled into his shoulders as her thighs tightened with
the need to repel him. A strangled sound, like a passionate cant
curled from her throat, but it was really denial, as Wyndham held
her nape and searched deeper with his tongue feeling as though it
was raping her mouth.

Now frantic, she tried to twist her neck away
from Wyndham’s hand holding her to his tongue’s invasion. The thick
dripping head of his pene was pressing forward between the lips of
her sex and she was pinned to the mirror behind her without any
escape. Tears came hot and fast, as her fists lifted and fell upon
the hot muscle of Wyndham’s bare shoulders, while her body twisted,
trying to break free. He was too large! He would not stop!

Chapter Ten

“
Christ,
” Wyndham cursed suddenly . .
. harshly, at the same moment he pulled away from Orèlan’s
struggling body. It had just occurred to his lust filled mind that
. . .

“No! Please,
no
. Please!” Orèlan
sobbed, pushing on his tall body with nearly frantic intention. He
yielded, allowing her to push him away as her sobs registered fully
in his mind. “
N-No
,” she cried again, and he raised his gaze
from the sight of his engorged cock, sticking straight out of his
pants, to Orèlan’s face. She was cowering against the mirror,
turned away from him, with her legs curled up in front of her. She
was crying, and the sound of it was like a knife plunged deep into
his heart.

He turned away sweating and aroused, his body
straining with sexual tension that took him long moments to
control. Finally, he heaved a heavy breath, and then he gingerly
put his stiff cock somewhat back into his pants. He had been too
rough, too forceful . . .
damn it
, too quick. It was all he
could think, yet Orèlan was so fiery, so sensual, it seemed that
she demanded mastery from him. He tried to think of what he had
done that could have upset her so. He cursed himself for not
bringing her to climax first in his randy lustfulness. All he had
been able to think of was being inside her . . . and he had rushed,
before she was ready, obviously. Then his thoughts flickered over
Orèlan’s bruised lips. Why would her lips appear so love-swollen?
He had been kissing her roughly, driving his tongue down her throat
as though he were coupling her mouth. She had liked that when he
had done it before.

“
Christ.”
Wyndham’s head came up. Had
Alexei forced Orèlan to suck his cock for the marker? If Alexei had
forced his cock on Orèlan, he was going to kill him! Damn the
consequences! Wyndham scraped his hand across his tense jaw. He had
to gain control of himself, and Orèlan needed him. He glanced at
her, and then he stepped closer. “Orèlan,” he murmured, reaching
his hand forward tentatively toward her hair.

“You s-stopped,” she mumbled, with a weepy
voice and her body still turned away from him.

“You were afraid,” he muttered. “Of course I
stopped.”

“
Oh
, Wyndham,” Orèlan exclaimed
tearily. At the same instant she turned sharply and grasped him
into an ambushing embrace. Her bare breasts were slick with her
tears against the hot skin of his chest as her arms strangled the
back of his neck “I am s-so s-sorry,” she cried into his neck. “I
d-do not k-know what happened, Wyndham.”

“Hush, baby,” he muttered gruffly, wrapping
her into his arms and hugging her tightly against him. She was a
changeling. A lovely erotic changeling, and he better than anyone,
understood the pressure that they were under. Intent on soothing
her, he lifted her up into his arms and he carried her with a stiff
limp to the tub. She was still weeping softly as he bent and urged
her into the tub, which he adjusted to begin filling with
water.

“Wyndham,” she murmured with a watery
voice.

“Hush now, Orèlan,” he murmured as he
persuaded her with his hands motion to recline in the rising warm
water. “You need to calm down, sweetheart. Just relax,” he coaxed
her as he looked down into her lovely tear-stained face. He kissed
her temple as her head relaxed against the edge of the tub, and
then he heard her sigh with a sound of surrendering acceptance.
Slowly, he brushed and lifted her hair up over the edge of the tub
with his fingers and her eyes fluttered closed with only a few
errant sniffles sounding now.

He went to retrieve the chair, which he set
beside the tub, so he could sit and stretch out his bad leg. Then
he reached for the sponge and a cake of soap. He held them beneath
the water, and then rubbed the soap into the sponge to gain some
lather, before he turned the warm water off.

Orèlan’s eyes lifted halfway in a slumberous
way. “I am such a baby,” she murmured, with her plush bottom lips
pouting outward.

“Mm,” he answered uncommitted as he grasped
her arm and lifted it to begin washing it gently.

“You would bathe me?” she asked with soft
wonderment in her voice.

“Yes,” he answered with a raspy gruffness in
his voice, while his mind contemplated doing more than simply
bathing her. She slanted eyes at him with a catlike quality, and
then she hummed a small purr leaning her neck to one side for
better access as he stroked the lathery sponge over her slender
collarbone. His spitfire was becoming sultry warm fire again, and
he watched her relaxed nipples rucked into jutting spikes. His cock
answered with a deep throbbing in its base that curled around his
balls. He allowed the pleasure to seep through him, but he held
back his lustier nature as he slowly slid the sponge downward
between the cleavage of Orèlan’s up-thrusting breasts.

“You make love to me with this sponge,” she
murmured with her eyes closed as he did indeed swirl wet suds
around her rising breasts. His hand was persuaded to pay particular
attention to the aroused and distended tips of her nipples. “Mm
mm,” she murmured, lifting her nipples to his spongy fondling.

Wyndham observed Orèlan arching her toes
restlessly, which were resting on the edge of the tub. The water
was a sensual adornment to her lightly caramel-kissed skin. He
decided that she was enjoying his bathing enough that he could move
lower.

“Oh
mm
, Wyndham,” she moaned, raising
her slumberous gaze to him. “Am I being naughty?” she asked in a
husky whisper as her thighs fell open wider to his exploration.

Christ,
he nearly bit his tongue as he
watched the sponge moving between her sleek thighs, while her body
undulated sensuously in the warm water. “I like naughty,” he
rasped.

She smiled slowly, just like the Spanish
vixen that she was, then she asked, “But what of you, my powerful
golden puma?” Her hand strayed toward his thigh, but he caught her
wrist, returning her hand to the water.

“This is for you, sweetheart. All for you,”
he murmured, as she looked at him with a question in her golden
irises. “And you know that I will stop at any moment. No matter
what we are doing, if you want me to stop?” She nodded slowly.
“Then relax, sweetheart. I will enjoy this as much as you.”

A small secret smile graced Orèlan’s lips as
she looked up at him. The look in her gaze giving him her complete
trust, and then she slowly closed her eyes. He was left with a
sumptuous feminine feast before him that he intended to enjoy,
until she cried her sweet pleasure for him. He slipped his finger
beneath the sponge and whispered, “Spread your legs for me,
Orèlan.” He heard her breath catch as she slowly opened her thighs.
“Wider,” he whispered as he touched the softly swollen slit of her
pussy. The fertile warm flesh quivered as he slipped his finger
deeper and her mouth opened in an arousing sigh. The warm water
rolled with his fingers stroking movements as he brought his other
hand forward to caress her inner thighs.