Page 67 of Audacity

I fuck her like this for a moment or two, my fingers merciless, watching her plush lips form a perfectOas I do, making sure I don’t touch that glossy little button that is already so swollen.

Even so, my little virgin is having far too good a time. This is aboutmeand my seigneurial rights.

I pull my fingers out and she blinks, bereft. ‘On your knees,’ I drawl before sucking my fingers into my mouth. She tastes like the most erotic dream.

I knew she would.

She scrambles prettily to her knees.

‘It’s time for you to serve your lord, to show me what a loyal servant you are. Do you understand?’

‘Yes, my lord,’ she whispers, looking up at me.

‘Good. Wait.’

I unbuckle the heavy silver clasp of my belt and discard it before unfastening my doublet and taking that off, too. She waits patiently on her knees, looking up at me like a penitent so pure she has nothing at all to confess, and I soak it up, this power imbalance: me in my fine leather boots and her, naked on her knees in supplication with that plush pink mouth ready to take away all my earthly woes.

Just the sight of it has me fumbling with the fastening of my breeches and shoving them down, along with my linen undergarments, so that my tortured cock springs out, thick and hot. Without a word, I close my hand hard around the back of her neck and thrust my length deep inside her mouth.

Fuck, it’s a wet, lush paradise. She struggles for a moment, eyes wide and arms flailing, before her palms land on my thighs. I allow my fingers to move in her hair as she accommodates me.

‘Take it all,’ I say, and she moans around my length. It’s a wonderful sound, muffled and anguished and desperate, and it has me pulling out so I can drive into her.

This won’t take long, but it will take the edge off enough that I can play with my latest amusement for longer before I take her virginity in the fullest possible way.

I show no mercy, pistoning in and out of that blessed mouth of hers as she does her best to take me. Tears are soaking her pretty lashes and running down her cheeks. The huge fire on one side of the room burnishes her hair as she moans and gasps and sucks, and I’m only partly conscious of my own bestial grunts as my orgasm gathers heat and mass so violently that, before I know it, I’m bracing myself for the storm to break.

A primal bellow breaks from my throat as it does. I grip her hair even more tightly, holding her against me. For a moment, my entire body goes rigid as my soul bolts, soaring through the air in pure ecstasy as I let myself loose. I thrust and thrust into her warm, willing mouth, this orgasm ripping through my body like wildfire, consuming everything and sparing nothing.

It’s the first way I’ve plundered her heavenly body tonight, but it won’t be the last.

CHAPTER 33

Gabe

When I haul her to her feet, her eyes are glazed and her mouth is swollen and her cheeks are wet and her hair is tangled and her legs are coltish.

She’s less perfect this way, but somehow even more beautiful.

I gaze down at her and swipe my thumb over the wetness of her full lower lip, marvelling at the extraordinary pleasure her mouth just afforded me.

‘That was very, very well done,’ I murmur, and her face softens, mouth curving up at the corners.

‘Thank you, sir,’ she whispers against my thumb.

‘Now I can enjoy you properly.’ I smooth her hair with my other hand. ‘Get on the bed and spread your legs for me like a good, brave girl.’

Her face contorts a little, as though my suggestion that she’ll need courage is less of a threat than a very alluring promise, but she nods and turns, clambering up onto my enormous bed and arranging herself on it. She fans her hair out before lying back fully, arms out to the sides, legs parted, knees drawn up a little.

The very picture of surrender.

My modern-day self knows too well how much more experienced Athena is than me. How much more radical, more comfortable, in her sexuality. I’ve undoubtedly been the (grateful) recipient of her experience as well as her expertise, but tonight she’s giving me something I hadn’t thought to want before yet now crave:

She’s offering me the privilege of “taking” her, of shattering her maidenhood and, in the process, being the first man to show her the extraordinary things of which her body is capable.

None of it’s real, of course. Just like I wouldn’t presume to believe it’s all real in my office, either. She’s the consummate professional, an incredible actor.

Still, itfeelsreal, in this candlelit room in this ancient castle with armed and chain-mail-clad guards outside. She wants this evening to be real just as badly as I do—far more badly, in fact. And when I make her come with my mouth and my dick, the honour of being the agent of her irrefutable pleasure will be real enough for me.

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