Deceptive Lord (Lords of Bondage) (26 page)

He took a step toward her.
“Yes.”

Her eyes widened slightly and her breathing grew
more shallow
.
She had expected him to deny it
; after all, he had not tried to force his attentions on her while she had been a prisoner at his lodge.
S
he now wondered about
his intentions.
Surely he was
just teasing her,
likely only
toying with her
in a way that was not meant to be taken seriously
.
“In what ways will I serve you?”

He reached her and pulled her into his body.
“I will have to show you.”
His gaze dropped to her rose tinted lips and he felt a sudden need to taste her.
He captured her mouth with intent and invaded with his tongue, letting her know what he wished to do with her body.

Overwhelmed by sensation, s
he surrendered to him fully
and arched against him.
She f
elt his hands at her rear, which he then used to press her more fully against him.
She had some dim awareness of being pulled
forward in his arms.
In moments, she realized that he had pulled her into his bedchamber.
As he tugged her toward the bed, she began to suspect that he wasn’t just playing a game.
“Drest, what is this?”

“An introduction to your duties.
You did wish to know how you would serve me,
right?
”

She was aware of the bed that was only inches away.
“You w
ould like to
be served in bed?”

He glanced at the silken red sheets that covered the bed before returning his gaze to her.
“That was the general idea, but I’d prefer you to be naked.
Remove your tunic.”

The thought of baring herself and offering her body for his use made her
feel undeniably turned on and incredibly aroused.
It made her consider doing things that would be utterly stupid, such as giving into mindless pleasure knowing that it would only lead to heartache later.
It made her angry that he would play with her feelings.
“You don’t want me.
Why are you doing this?”

“I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you.”

“Which was?”

He started to remove her tunic.
“At Donovan.”

“You first saw me at Avenal.
You still cannot remember that?
We spent two days together.
We weren’t together in a physically intimate sense, but we spoke with each other.
I
listened to you play your guitar.
You gave me some of your special wine at the
countess
’s party because I was thirsty and the punch was horrible.
Audrelia and I
convinced you and the other lords to let us go boating.”

“I do not remember seeing you there, but I did recently dream of seeing you on a boat.
You were naked.”

“I wasn’t naked.”

He pulled the tunic off her body.
“You were nearly naked because your tunic was wet.
But it was just a dream.”

“No, Drest, that happened.
We took off our heavy tunics and went swimming in the ocean.
When we got back on the boat, we caught Audrelia
and Vane messing around with each other.
Jules saw them and had a major blowout.”

He began to remove his own clothing.
“I don’t recall any boat trip in Avenal.”

She tried to quell her disappointment, as she had hoped that he would admit to possessing memory of her.
Days ago, she had wondered whether he denied memory of her
in order to get rid of her.
She had worried that he had tired of her, that he had asked Boadacea to return her to Flourda because he was done with her.
Now, she believed his failure to recall her was legitimate.
It was like he was missing chunks of his memory.
“I don’t understand it.”

He leaned backward onto the bed and pulled her down on top of him.
“I don’t understand it, either.
We’ll figure it out later.
I’
d like to get back to your lessons so I can train you on your new duties
.”

She was suddenly made aware of the fact that he was as naked as she, as she felt his enormous erection press against her feminine center.
He plundered her mouth
with his tongue and she responded in kind.
He shifted her upwards and she felt the tip of him breach her entrance, eliciting a needful whimper from her lips.
It certainly seemed like he intended to be intimate with her, but
she didn’t trust his sudden change of strategy.
He had been insistent for weeks that there would be nothing more between
them.
If this was some sort of
tease
, she would
have to make him pay.
“I can feel part of you inside me.
You said there would be no more sex.”

His hand
moved to her breast, found its sensitive peak, and created a pleasurable friction.
“I have to instruct you on the duties of a house slave.
This is a demonstration.”

“It feels like more than a simple showing.
Exactly how detailed is this demonstration going to be?”

He replaced his hand with his mouth.
“It needs to be extremely thorough
.
An exhaustive, in-depth presentation would be sure to provide sufficient enlightenment
.
I could provide a more imprecise briefing, but that would
deprive you of the full
experience
.
You do want your education to be complete, do you not?”

She felt herself growing wetter and she slid down a fraction of an inch.
“I do not care for deprivation.
Give me the experience in its entirety.”
He responded by pushing his engorged
length into her in one thrust.
She felt her internal walls stretch to accommodate him more fully and she began to writhe upon him with urgency.
He released the pressure of his grip on her hips
, allowing her more freedom of movement, and she began a pleasing pace.
“Does this please the master?”

“Very much,” he uttered.

She moved with increasing urgency
,
sensing she was close to orgasm.
“And if the slave wants to pleasure herself?”

“Oh, the master wouldn’t mind at all.”

She cried out as she came, overwhelmed by undulating waves of pleasure.
As her body convulsed, he changed position and sat her on the edge of the bed while he stood between her thighs.
He was still lodged completely inside her.

“Is this one of the approved positions in Flourda?”

She was glad that she was not currently subject to those silly rules.
T
he Flourdans had laws regarding which sexual positions were allowed
to be used when involved in relations with a lady.
The male was not allowed to display dominant behavior toward a female at any time, including during coitus.
She widened her legs to better receive him and arched against him in frenzied need.
“No.
The male is not allowed to penetrate the female.
I believe this qualifies as penetration.”

He thrust deeply inside her.
“Do you like to be penetrated?”
She moaned in response.
“You are a deviant, I see.”

“Yes, you have defiled me completely.”

“That was the idea.”
He continued to move within her and eventually he increased his pace,
luxuriating
in the feel of her.
When
she came again, he relished the pulsing spasms that originated from her hot heat
.
The human female was naturally responsive much of the time, unlike the hybrid females who went into a type of heat once a decade that signified her fertile time.
Hybrid females
could be stimulated by the mating bond if marked, which would allow the male some measure of relief between heat episodes, but most marking attempts failed.
He wondered how responsive this female would be if marked.
A massive increase in arousal was guaranteed by the branding, which could potentially make a human a nymphomaniac.
“You say you were marked once.
What did it do to you?”

“It made me addicted to you.
It’s why I had to come back here.”

He watched the bounce of her breasts while he pounded into her.
“Just an addiction.
Not love?”

She wondered at his curiosity.
In the past, he had dismissed all of her former experiences and had believed none of them to be real.
“The feelings were complicated.”

His breathing became more labored as he increased his pace.
“Have you recovered from your addiction?”

She looked into his hybrid eyes and admired the way his dark golden hair framed his chiseled features.
For someone who wasn’t a warrior, he had awfully powerful muscles and a
well-proportioned physique.
“I may be experiencing a relapse.”

He elevated her legs and held them against his sides while he resumed masterful thrusting motions.
“It is a good thing that I know the proper treatment for your condition.
Unfortunately, it will require frequent injections.”

“Needles can sometimes hurt.
How big of a stick?”

He pulled partially out and pushed down hard on her, once more filling her to the hilt.
“That should give you the general idea.”

The thought of him administering such doses to her on a regular basis aroused her further.
“Will that not make it worse?”

“It will not cure you, but you’ll feel better.
I guarantee it.”
He picked up more speed and pounded into her savagely.
He slowly stilled, having attained his release.
He moved away from her to clean himself and he returned to the bed.
“Stay with me.”
Exhausted, they both stretched out on the bed and sleep soon followed.

CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE

Drest wanted to spend some time with Eden and he now regretted the opportunities missed when he had asked Belenos to keep her company
.
He told himself that his curiosity was a natural result of engaging in pleasurable sex.
He had images of sinking his fangs into her skin, branding her with his mark.
He dreamed that he was bound to Nefertiti’s bed, but it was Eden who commanded him to pleasure her, not Nefertiti.
The dream bothered him, made him fear that he
harbored a secret wish
to be dominated by her.
She was an Avenal, and he could not forget that fact.
Recent intelligence
reports had indicated that the Flourdans were seeking a more formal alliance with the Romans, who were their enemies.
The house of Avenal had been implicated as one of the main supporters of a Roman alliance.
If this information was accurate, then Eden may not need to worry about returning to Avenal.
There would be nothing left of the place when the hybrids attacked.

That night, Drest proceeded to teach her more about her duties.
She appeared to be a willing pupil.
Once again, he considered the possibility of staking a claim on her himself.
He had never before considered keeping a slave, as he did not feel comfortable with the idea of owning a person.
However, it was clear that she would
be enslaved regardless.
She would fare better if he kept her.
Images of teaching her how to please him flashed through his mind and made him grow uncomfortably hard.

The next day, while he was organizing papers in his library, he came across some sketches of a naked male bound to a bed.
He instantly realized that the images were of him.
He recognized the bed as Nefertiti’s.
In some sketches, he was fully secured to the bed, and in others, he was partially unchained and was sitting on the bed.
There were dozens of sketches, most depicting him chained or shackled.
In some, he was hooded and blindfolded.
There was one where he was held down by eunuchs;
he was portrayed as being
defeated and powerless.
He slammed the pictures down on the table in disgust.
It was bad enough that he had to see such images in his nightmares, but to see them on paper was especially brutal.
He couldn’t stop the rush of anger and rage that filled him whenever he was confronted with memories of Nefertiti’s assault.
He stormed out of the library, found Eden in the den, and dragged her into the library.
He pointed at the pictures on the table.
“Explain.”