Page 11 of Against Her Will

She just felt . . . needful. Of what she couldn’t quite say - or didn’t want to acknowledge. She knew what she wanted, and was quite unwilling to confront it.

She wanted to be touched. She needed his hands on her – or, if she absolutely had to her, her own hands would do the trick. But his would be better. They were big, unmistakably strong, male hands, and she wanted to feel them over every inch of her body – even the ones that were still hurting.

Mostly where she was still hurting, she realized with a start. Specifically in the same exact place where the Count had molested her yesterday with the lavender oil. Oh dear God, the lavender oil!

Just thinking about it now, the way he’d stroked her, was nearly enough to make her . . .

What? To make her what? She didn’t really know, but someone was going to have to rub her down there. She would die if he didn’t, she knew.

“Ahh. I forgot what they put in the wine. I’m pretty much immune, but it must be hitting you like a ton of bricks, hmmmm, ma cherie?”

She would not throw herself at him, no matter how much she wanted to. Cassie clenched her fists against the sheets. She would not throw herself at him. She would not – not – not . . .

Cassie needn’t have worried, because Jurek didn’t give her the chance to debase herself like that. Instead, he rebound her wrists, slapping her breasts again smartly when she tried to elude him, then settled on his stomach on the bed, between her legs, with his head level with her moist delta.

To her surprise, he gently and tenderly wiped away whatever remained of himself, but also the slight amount of blood that her deflowering he had created. And then he leaned forward and enclosed the exact spot she wanted him to with his lips, placing the flat of his warm, wet tongue over every bit of that very excited area.

The excruciating starkness of that contact made her jump – lifting her hips, which inadvertently gave him a fuller mouthful of herself. Her clit clenched spasmodically as his lips settled around her. She couldn’t believe what he was doing, but more than that, she couldn’t even being to deal with the fact that she absolutely wanted him to be right where he was. She craved this depravity more than she craved her next breath, even though the realization of it hadn’t soothed her riotous nerves one bit. It only seemed to excite her just that much more.

A growl bubbled up from somewhere, and Jurek lifted his head to laugh at her. “Well, I can tell I’m going a bit too slowly for you, but that’s what happens when you’re at the mercy of your owner. You have to have things done to you in his time, rather than your own. I can see that you’ll need to be taught patience, slave.”

He proceeded to tease her, knowing full well no one else had done anything to her like this, that she hadn’t probably even thought anything like this existed until the additive in the wine made her crave it. Jurek pressed two of his fingers against what he knew was probably her tender opening, but then he thought that might take a bit of the edge off for her as he slipped those big digits slowly into her.

Her cries of ecstasy changed almost immediately into those of discomfort, but he didn’t stop, saying, “My cock is much thicker than these two fingers, Cassie, and you’ve already taken it, so be quiet. It’ll feel better in a moment.”

She hated that he was right, but he was. As soon as his fingers found a firm home within her, the stinging stopped and the full barrel, uncontrollably ecstasy returned, even when he began to move them within her, which had her apprehensive at first, anticipating more pain, but none materialized. His actions only stoked the fire that was already there, just a bit north, where his tongue was swirling demandingly around her clit.

Then he added the last element – for right now – and reached up to take possession of her nipple, which he was gratified to feel was a hard as diamond. For its impudence – and hers – he pinched it while tugging it away from her body, holding her breast up by the very tip of the nipple he was crushing, making it wobble and sway in time to his own rhythm.

Cassie’s yelp of protest started as a scream, but very quickly died down in to another long, low growl that sounded like it was coming from someone else. It couldn’t possibly be her that had issued such an unladylike sound, could it?

But then he moved to her other nipple and did the same thing. This time there was no protest in her at all, just a dissatisfied, gravelly groan.

Jurek was all ready to double his efforts, wanting to see her fly apart at his command, but then he looked up at her.

“Ask me. Beg me.”

“Please! Please, please, please!” she chanted without so much as a second of hesitation.

“Please what?”

That stumped Cassie cold. She had absolutely no idea what she should ask him for. She knew she wanted to feel the end of whatever this was, but the terminology was well beyond her ken. There was no word in her vocabulary for what she wanted from him.

And Jurek realized that at her stunned, mouth open silence. “Beg me to let you cum.”

Come? But she was already here . . . Cassie wasn’t going to argue semantics at this moment, though. She began to beg him for something she didn’t even really knew existed, and the term for which she didn’t understand, but she knew she wanted it, whatever it was. She had to have it, or she was going to expire any minute. Her heart was beating faster than it ever had in her life, and she was breathless, as if she had just run home across the fields like she had when she was little.

And the ache where his lips and tongue were caressing her – obscenely, of course, was beyond anything she’d ever experienced before. She couldn’t bear the thought that he might stop before . . . before whatever its natural conclusion was.

So she begged like she had never had to in her life.

“Please, Sir, please let me come. I’ll die if I don’t, I swear it.”

He reached up again to capture a nipple, and she squealed when pinched and pulled it, but those sensations only added to the boiling, near to overflowing melting pot that was her desire at the moment.

“I don’t know. I want to hear more.”

Every time he spoke to her, he lifted his mouth away from that spot, and Cassie’s heart began racing even more at the thought that he might stop what he was doing altogether. “Please, I beg of you, please, allow me to come. I have to. I – ache – so -I can’t stand it another second - pleeeaaaase!”

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