The Erotic Dark (17 page)

Lydia shrieked again when he hauled her over his shoulder in one movement so the upper half of her body was hanging against his back and her bottom was right beside his face.

“Wait!” she yelped, pummeling his rear ineffectually with her fists. “I’m sorry! I was joking!”

Without a word, Gabriel strode toward the stables, reaching up once to give her a firm spank on the buttocks.

“Ow!” Lydia squirmed, trying to escape his iron-clad grip even as something within her thrilled at the realization that she could not. “You know, you men are all the same. A woman gets the better of you, and you turn completely Neanderthal…ow!”

Gabriel entered the stables and proceeded to dump Lydia unceremoniously onto a pile of scratchy, sweet-smelling hay. He pulled the stable doors closed and stood before her, looking not a little menacing with his hands planted on his hips and that scowl still darkening his expression.

“Remove your boots,” he ordered, his voice laced with menace. “And turn around.”

Lydia scrambled backward, her feet slipping on the hay. A deliciously apprehensive excitement surged in her as she met his emerald gaze.

Although he certainly looked threatening, there was a glimmer of amusement in the depths of his eyes that aroused her even more than his vexation. The knowledge that he was feigning anger, that he wouldn’t truly hurt her, stimulated her every nerve. She hastened to take off her riding boots, tossing them to the side.

“Turn around,” Gabriel repeated, snapping his fingers with a sound that echoed against the warped wood of the stables.

With a sharp intake of breath, Lydia turned onto her hands and knees to present him with her rounded backside clad in a tight pair of jodhpurs that stretched over her full globes.

“Pull them down.” A husky note entered his voice.

Lydia unzipped the trousers and tucked her fingers underneath the elastic waistband, her breathing hard. Their earlier sense of fun dissipated rapidly within the confines of the stable. The smell of hay, horses, and rotting wood invaded Lydia’s head like a potent aphrodisiac.

Slowly, she pulled the jodhpurs over her hips, exposing the reddened cushions of her bottom in the dim shafts of sunlight. Riding never failed to stimulate her incessantly seething arousal, and today was no exception as her sex pulsed.

She waited with expanding tension as Gabriel approached and brushed his hand lightly over her welt-riddled flesh.

“What did he use?” His voice was oddly strained.

“I don’t know, some horrible thing with a bunch of leather strips.”

“Does it still hurt?”

“A little.”

Lydia’s teeth sank into the plumpness of her lower lip as Gabriel began tracing the painful marks with his fingers. He pulled her jodhpurs down farther to examine the bruises on her thighs. Feeling his fingers brushing against her skin elicited a curl of arousal deep in her loins. Her eyes drifted closed when his hand touched another welt. She experienced a strange desire to feel him pressing them harder, to make them sting.

“What else did he do?” Gabriel asked.

Lydia was mildly surprised that he didn’t know. She blushed when she heard the words coming from her mouth.

“He…he cuffed me to his bed. He made me tell him about losing my…my virginity. Then he fucked me, of course. And he’s forced me to sleep with him for the past three nights.”

She shuddered at the memory of waking several times a night to feel the weight of Preston’s arm across her chest, the bulk of his body next to her, his leg thrown possessively over hers. Even in sleep, she seemed to be constantly aware of his presence.

And this morning he had instructed her to ride him before they had climbed out of bed, while the previous mornings, he had insisted she suck him to orgasm. Both acts had served their intended purpose of further shaming her.

Lydia turned to look at Gabriel, who was watching her with an unreadable expression.

“That’s the worst,” she confessed, her voice low. “Actually sleeping with him. Worse than the humiliations, worse than the belt, worse than the whipping. Isn’t that strange?”

Gabriel shook his head. “No. It’s not strange.”

Lydia looked at him for a long minute, her heart beginning to throb as his hands lingered on her exposed buttocks. She couldn’t bring herself to ask him why only Preston and Kruin had enjoyed the liberal plundering of her sex. Neither man had hesitated thus far to stroke his rod thoroughly in and out of her body whenever he felt the inclination.

Gabriel, by contrast, hadn’t made the slightest move to indulge himself in that particular manner.

“Do you want…” Lydia’s voice tapered off hoarsely. The tip of her tongue flickered out to moisten her lips, but she still could not summon the courage to ask him.

With a desperate sigh, she lowered her forehead onto her crossed arms, her eyelids drifting downward as the sweet smell of hay invaded her nose. She was already perspiring from the humidity and the exertion of the ride, and droplets of sweat began to trickle between her breasts and along the length of her spine.

Despite her aversion to sleeping naked with Preston, the contact with his body when combined with her incessant simmering arousal had put her in a state of suspended erotic urgency. One she desperately wanted Gabriel to satisfy.

She shifted a little in invitation, her curved hips swaying. The decline of her upper body pushed her bottom farther outward, the full orbs cleaving apart to reveal her posterior crevice and the moist petals of her labia.

“Did you control yourself?” Gabriel asked.

“Yes,” Lydia murmured, not without an odd glimmer of pride. “I did.”

“Good.”

The jodhpurs around Lydia’s knees were constricting her movements and expanding the taut circle of arousal burgeoning in her loins. The hay scratched rather deliciously at her knees and thighs, and she could almost feel the hot burn of Gabriel’s green eyes as he looked at her half-naked, prostrated form.

She gasped suddenly, her limbs stiffening with shock when she felt the unmistakable touch of Gabriel’s tongue flicker against her innermost crevices. She tried to rise onto her hands in some strange need to protest, unable to believe what he was doing for her, but he placed his strong hand on the back of her neck and pushed her head gently down again.

“Don’t move,” he ordered, his tone mild.

Lydia pressed her face against her forearms, quaking with a waterfall of aroused anticipation and stunned gratitude. Gabriel held her bottom cheeks in his hands, opening her fully for the penetrating quest of his lips and tongue.

A whimper of sheer delight escaped Lydia’s throat as she felt the tip of his tongue begin to stroke the humid folds, sliding with heavenly ease down one side to circle around her juicy bud before ascending the other side. His mouth sealed passionately over her bared sex, his fingers digging with increasing force into the pale, trembling buttocks uplifted so temptingly before him.

Lydia’s sensitive flesh pulsed in response to the wet contact, her nerves tightening with urgency. The sensation of Gabriel’s big hands holding her so open augmented both her arousal and sense of submission, only this time she had no desire to cover herself. She realized it was the first time in ages she had indulged in erotic activities that weren’t colored by fear and shame.

“Oh!” Lydia cried out with pleasure when his tongue delved into the taut hole of her sex, his saliva mingling with her female emissions. “Gabriel, oh yes, that’s so good…please…”

Unlike with Preston, her plea was one of lustful encouragement. Lydia pushed her hips back as if to impale herself upon his agile tongue, and he obliged by thrusting it deeper into her. Her inner flesh clenched around him with instant greed.

Gabriel muttered something low in his throat as he flicked his tongue with leisurely enjoyment in and out of her body before sliding it back around her labia. Lydia gave gasping, little cries, her body jerking in reaction when he closed his lips around the tight sphere of her feminine core while he slipped a finger deep into her elastic passageway.

Lydia’s thighs quivered with the effort of maintaining charge of her climax. With Gabriel pleasuring her so willingly, she wanted from the depths of her being not to disappoint him by reaching her apex before he had granted her permission.

She started in surprise when his long forefinger trailed along the furrow of her backside before pausing at the opening of her anus. Her spine tingled with a bolt of excitement when he pressed his finger against the tiny fissure until her muscles relaxed to allow him access.

Lydia began panting, her mind awash in nothing but rapture as Gabriel expertly stimulated her most intimate regions. His finger moved easily back and forth into her gripping sheath while his lips and tongue continued to work with hungry insistence at the slick flower of her sex.

Lydia moaned low and deep, her hands clutching at fistfuls of hay as she fought not to succumb to the carnal pressure spreading throughout her blood. Perspiration dripped from her skin, dampening her white shirt and the cotton brassiere she wore when riding. Her nipples pressed with gratifying friction against the damp material, evoking the salacious desire to feel Gabriel’s fingers plucking the crests.

In an audacious but meager substitute, Lydia ripped at the buttons of the shirt and tugged down the cups of the bra to allow her breasts to fall into her own eager hands. Lowering her forehead into the fragrant hay, she began massaging the succulent globes, twisting the nipples between her fingers to feel the shocks of pleasure that traveled clear down to her toes.

“Gabriel,” she gasped in desperation as her body began to tremble with the need for relief. “Oh, Gabriel, please…I can’t…”

He lifted his mouth from her sex only long enough to huskily consent to her release before closing his lips around her clitoris again and sucking as he pressed two fingers of his other hand into her humid channel.

Lydia could suspend her rapture no longer, and one more hard rasp from Gabriel’s tongue sent her spiraling over the edge into an exhilarating collision of stars. She cried out with both happiness and carnal ecstasy as Gabriel lovingly milked every last, rich sensation from her throbbing sex.

When he finally eased away from her, Lydia collapsed onto the pile of hay, her heart filled over the sheer splendor of having a man please her so thoroughly without any lingering emotions of shame. When the threads of lust began to ebb from her mind and body, she turned to look at Gabriel over her shoulder.

He was sitting back on his heels, watching her with a gentle expression, his hand still resting possessively upon her bottom. Lydia drew in a breath, her chest heaving as she met his verdant eyes. She lifted a trembling hand to brush away damp strands of hair clinging to her neck and forehead. A sudden feeling of shyness rose within her.

“I…aren’t you going to…to satisfy yourself?” she asked, then blushed crimson at the sound of the words.

He didn’t respond. His eyes were hot with lust, his breathing rapid. The heavy bulge in the front of his trousers further indicated his own arousal, but he didn’t move to take her in the way that both Kruin and Preston enjoyed.

Lydia slowly rose to her knees, her shirt still gaping open to expose her hard-tipped breasts, her jodhpurs still around her knees. Without covering herself, she moved toward Gabriel and reached for the zipper of his trousers.

She dipped her fingers into the hot space of his groin and closed them around his shaft, then bent to take the length of his erection into her mouth. Her body quaked with a renewed shiver of arousal when she tasted him so warm and heavy upon the surface of her tongue.

His hands delved into her hair, his fingers curving over her scalp as she began sliding him in and out of her mouth. A groan escaped him as his member expanded from the erotic rhythm of Lydia’s fingers and tongue. She sucked him deeply, reaching down to caress the twin sacs tucked so tightly between his legs, loving the taste and sensations of his body.

Lydia slackened her lips when Gabriel began thrusting gently into her mouth, the sound of his breath filling the air. It was not long before he groaned, his body stiffening as he erupted into Lydia’s mouth. She tightened her fist around him and swallowed every drop of his creamy fluids, stroking her tongue over his shaft as his tumescence slowly ebbed.

They were both quiet for several long moments before Gabriel zipped up his trousers. He bent to press his lips against her forehead. Lydia stretched out in the hay and closed her eyes, feeling him lie down alongside her. His fingers threaded through her hair.

“How long have you been at the plantation?” Lydia asked.

“Two years.”

“And have…have there been other women here?”

“No,” Gabriel said. “You’re the first and only woman to live here.”

Lydia smiled faintly and opened her eyes to look at him. “But others have visited, then.”

“Yes, of course.”

“Who?”

“Just friends.” He gave her a gentle smile. “Not professionals, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Isn’t it dangerous to have them here?”

“No. Coming here is a sanctuary for them, just as it is for you. They don’t want anyone to know they come here. And they know their privacy will be well protected.”