The Forbidden Room (Fairy Tales Behaving Badly) (4 page)

“And yet in all this time you have never once shown me any indication.”

Had he asked her of this months ago she would have blushed, stammered that he had no business asking this sort of thing. “Are you suggesting that I have been remiss in other parts of my education, Captain?” The matrons were nowhere in sight this afternoon. The surveillance on them both had lifted in the last few weeks, and they had spent the last several sessions unwatched.

He leaned forward, and Adelai nearly forgot what she was saying. In the past he had never done with action what his words implied in jest. He always kept a respectable distance between them, even when the matrons were nowhere in sight. But now his blue eyes looked back at her, and it was easy to get lost in that gaze, to see the unmistakable signs of desire in there that he was keeping at bay. Adelai felt her heart quicken. She had little opportunity to practice the seductive arts as her instructors have shown - most of the training in that area began after their bidding at auction, where the absence of a hymen enabled one to put more theories into practice before being sent out into the world as full-time shrinemaidens. Suddenly, she felt bold, with this handsome man in front of her, looking at her like he desired here, and it was then she realized the queer power a woman could wield over a man.

“Would you like a demonstration?” She whispered.

His mouth grew taut. She saw him stiffen, saw the tent in his breeches, and knew his answer.

Adelai turned away from him, making a show of being insulted, though her voice was anything but. “It is not for a man to ask that of a woman, milord.” She said softly, calling him by that more informal, more intimate title than her usual ‘Captain’. “It is not seemly for any man, much less one of your station, to be asking such a thing.” She moved toward the bowl of fruit, and selected a small, ripe banana, and hoped that he would not see her hand trembling. She had never attempted this in the presence of a man before. It felt like a test, and one she desperately wanted to pass.

Adelai peeled off the banana, pausing at every layer pulled back, and the captain’s gaze was diverted toward the fruit as she slowly exposed the succulent flesh within. “It would also be very unbecoming,” She continued, trying to force her voice to sound low and even, trying to force down her trepidation, her growing excitement, “to offer you firsthand experience regarding the extent of my talents. Until I begin my bidding, as every shrinemaiden does, I will remain virginal in every way.” A stifled sound escaped the Captain’s lips, and she relished it, knowing it had come unbidden from him. “So I suppose,” she said thoughtfully, eyeing the banana she had now fully peeled, “that I must prove myself with other mans.”

And with that, Adelai closed her eyes, and her mouth opened. The banana felt cool against her lips as she licked and nibbled at the tip, loving the texture as she slowly slipped more of it inside. It was a trick she was taught to use using some of the wooden phalluses available in class, though the banana felt softer against her teeth, more like a shaft than the wooden ones we were given.

The captain had gone completely silent, though she was still aware of his rapid breathing. Adelai refused to look at him, knowing she might falter if she did. Instead, she withdrew the banana until only the tip of it remained in her mouth. She bent her head and took the whole length of it in, hungrily taking as much as she was able to. She withdrew again and repeated the actions, the fruit shiny from her exertions, much like she might have looked bobbing up and down on the wooden phallus. Or on the captain’s own shaft. The thought sent a pleasurable shiver through her, and she redoubled my efforts, pretending that it was the Captain she was bent toward, pretending this was the feel of him, moving in and out of her mouth.

A sudden groan broke the silence, and her mouth flew open, the banana popping out. The captain was staring at her, and this time there was no mistaking the lust in his eyes. The muscles in his arms were bunched, and he was tensed as if to spring, like he would throw her onto the table and have his way if he had the chance. Without thinking, she found her eyes moving to his breeches, where a bulge was protruding from the material, evidence of his desire. Adelai too, was breathing hard. Had she gone too far this time?

She had little time to think on whether or not she had made such a stupid mistake, because he was by her side within moments, her face lifted up toward his to accept his hard, rough kiss.

It was the first kiss Adelai had ever received in this manner; pulsing, hard, rough. His hands found her breasts, kneading them roughly, and she moaned from the pain and pleasure it brought her. His teeth nipped at her lower lip before the hand on her chin coaxed her lips further apart so a tongue could plunge in, stroking. Rather than move away, as she knew She should have done, she kissed him back just as greedily, her tongue warring with his. On some level she knew that this had been inevitable, from the day he had offered to instruct her in my lessons. She had known that he had wanted her, had trusted that he would not take advantage of her if she hadn’t wanted to, though she could scarcely blame him now when it was clear she very much wanted to.

He stopped kissing her, and she felt his hands move away from her breasts, leaving the hard nubs visible through the cloth. Adelai opened her eyes to find him staring down at her, his handsome face a mask of need and want. And then he bent down again, and she felt his mouth replace his hands, sucking at a nipple through her dress. She cried out, no longer worried that anyone might hear, clutching at his head. She was aware of the the rustling her skirts made as he lifted them, and then his large hands were cupping at her sex, the warmth of his fingers permeating even through the cloth she wore, rubbing.

- from
The Shrinemaiden
, November 2013 on Amazon Kindle