What She Craves (12 page)

W
atching human chess was erotic, so exciting. Cora shifted her stance to get a better view. The control that eased from the players stole her breath. They so effortlessly moved each piece into play. No one hesitated. Not one piece considered the order to self-gratify and arouse themselves demeaning as they were placed into play. They all respected the players and wished to do nothing but what they were told.

Already she had learned Rupert liked to watch the pleasure, the emotions of the pieces through their expressions. If she paid attention, she would learn so much more about how to pleasure this man.

“This is your first time?”

The whisper came from beside her. She glanced at the tall fair knight. He remained facing forward as if he said nothing. She turned back to the game.

“If the master stared at me that way, I would leave the board on my knees to pleasure him and forgo the game.”

“Pardon?” She regarded him.

“Master Rupert. He studies you. Your face, your body.” He remained facing forward as he spoke.

He was right. She shouldn't move either.

She glanced at Rupert. He studied the board intently. Turning back to the board, she peered from the corner of her eye. Just as the knight had said, Rupert's gaze lingered on her face and then traveled her body. His lips curved into a seductive smile when he caught her gaze.

“He can't keep from ogling you. He enjoys watching. I can't imagine why he is playing.” The knight's gaze traveled down her. “Then again…” His head snapped back forward.

“Do you always play?”

“Yes, on Lord Brummelton's board. But this time I couldn't resist being on Rupert's. To do as he wishes.”

“Oh.” She was just another moth snared in his light.

“Not that we have an affinity. We don't. It is just…well, look at him. He is nonesuch.”

“Quite,” she mumbled. He certainly had that presence about him, and he quickly became important to her too. But if he had all this, and so many willing to please him, could she hold his interest?

What an utterly maddening thought. This was for one night, so why did it matter?

Rupert walked to a female pawn that stood in the middle of the board. Cora's body was so aware of him she swore his steamy breath puffed her ear as he whispered his command to the pawn. The pawn sidestepped in front of the black male pawn that his brother first moved and dropped to her knees. A smile pulled at Cora's lips. The futter was to begin.

Removing his hands from his staff, Rupert's pawn sucked the hard erection into her mouth. Her lips fanned out over his stiffness, and the sides of her cheeks sunk in and out. His head tossed back as he groaned, lacing his fingers into her hair.

The breaths of the pieces who fondled themselves labored and muscles clenched as the woman's sucking noises became louder and wetter.

“You would think those in play would spend at the sight,” she whispered to the knight beside her.

“Most of us have played for years and know to enjoy the slow build of pleasure. By the end, the taking will last a few strokes and the opponent's piece will fall.”

Amazing. They played this game for years and she, who made her living in futter for years, never knew such a game existed.

Men and women stood around the edges of the room watching the play unfold. Rupert stared at the couple in the center, his fists clenched and a furrow between his brows. He should be enjoying this, but he concentrated on the game, not on the pleasure of watching these people mate. That was the reason he didn't play. She understood that now. He wanted to savor the sights in front of him while playing, his attention focused on the game.

The furrow between his brows grew deeper as he assessed his brother's pieces. She wanted to run her tongue up that indentation and rub her breasts in his face. To taunt him and brazenly break his control, his concentration, to release that animal who caged her between his legs in the hall.

She closed her eyes as the sensations flooded back to her full force. Large muscular thighs pressed her legs together, his ballocks caressing her legs with each press of his burly prick into the crease of her thighs. Her nipples hardened to stiff painful peaks and her womb pulsed.

Why hadn't he entered her? She'd asked him. No, begged. Her head grew light. Control. In neither of these situations she had control. Amazing how she had missed the similarities.

Rupert played this game devoid of all feeling, but he did have passion. The heat of his desire was in the spark in his amazing green eyes. Just one look from him set her whole body quivering like jelly.

A grin turned her lips. She would tie him up and make him say why he did not taken his pleasure as he licked her curls.

No! She shook her head. That was the old her. The new her would simply ask,
“Why did you not take your pleasure in my body, Rupert?”
And if he wished to answer, he would.

Just as she would stand here for the rest of the game and do as he wished. Her skin tingled. She stood here to please him. Her head spun in the heady pleasure of it all. No decisions. Wonderful warmth slid through her.

A loud cry came from the male pawn as he spilled his seed. The woman sucked off his prick, and he walked from the board to recover next to Rupert.

Rupert's brother's move came next. He strode to his male bishop, leaned in, and whispered his command. The bishop wrapped his length of black silk about his hands and strode diagonally to Rupert's knight. Tying the knight's wrists behind the tall woman's neck, he stuck his fingers into his mouth and removed them wet with spit. He ran his slick fingers down the crack of her bum and pushed them inside. The woman whimpered.

Cora gaped. Never had she expected to see a man of this caliber bugger a woman.

One of the servants strode onto the board with a bronze pitcher. Holding it over the bishop's prick, he poured thick golden oil over the erection. The bishop rubbed his hand back and forth over his phallus to coat himself to a glimmer. Then with tiny thrusts, he slid his hard member into the knight's heart-shaped bum. The knight cried out and shifted her stance to adjust to the pressure. He grasped her hips and large male thigh muscles shook with the force of their passion.

Oh my! Cora's teeth snagged her lip as heat shot through her stomach to the flesh of her sex and bum. Wetness slid down her leg, and she closed her eyes. Once Rupert moved her, a puddle of her cream would remain on this spot. Her eyes fluttered back open and she groaned.

Fully seated in the knight's pucker, the bishop reached around her body and frigged her with his hands. Pulling back his hips, he buggered the knight, her fleshy bum jiggling in waves as their bodies collided. They both shuddered, muscles straining as they tried to remain balanced and joined in the upright position.

Too much time passed since a man desired her that way—the sensation immensely pleasurable, the pressure, easing way to fullness, followed by intense sensation. Oh, she never had the pleasure with men like these and never in the standing position. Would Rupert enjoy it? She would find out all his pleasures. She bit her lip as her heart tightened. Would he be interested in her for more than one night?

She shot him a quick glance and a startled gasp passed her lips. Matthew stood next to Rupert in deep conversation.

He turned his gaze to the board, his black eyes catching her startled expression. She gasped. Blast it.
Whatever you do, don't turn away. Stand your ground.
Her muscles strained with the force to turn, but her will won.

Matthew's lips curved up in the smile that had turned her knees to jelly so many times in the past. Her fists clenched. How dare he use that smile on her now. Anger at all the dreams he shattered flooded her veins. She couldn't stop him from gazing at her. But to use that smile…Her teeth ground together. Her hand itched to slap that grin from his face.

“Ahhhh.”

The sound pulled her attention back to the play. The knight spent with a high-pitched cry as the bishop heaved and came up her bum. A servant man scurried to them with a bowl of water and cloth.

Rupert paced the side of the board, assessing the game. His long legs encased in black trousers rolled up to his calves showed beautiful hairy ankles and wide masculine feet.

The picture he created set her stomach fluttering. She longed for a man like him—casual, strong, controlled, but kind. Above all, his passion called to her. The way his muscles shook when he touched her. Tingles raced her skin.

He glanced at her and a wicked smile curved his lips. That smile…She would give anything to have that smile flashed at her before he possessed her each night.

Rupert winked, then strode past her to his queen. He whispered to her. The emotions that coursed through Cora frightened her. How could she feel this bone-deep connection to a man whom she had barely spoken to two dozen times? She had come here tonight hoping to put her past behind her and to engage in wicked acts with a man she desired once more. Could she have found more? Her chest tightened. That was a scarier thought.

The queen strode to the bishop who had just finished buggering the knight and washed his member in a copper bowl one of the three eunuchs held.

Where did they find these men? She would have to remember to ask Rupert. If there ever was time to ask. For all she knew, he would watch her, find her too old or not arousing, and decide to take his queen home.

Oh stop. You are being utterly ridiculous. Take a step back. He finds you attractive. Quit putting things in your way. This man desires you. His lust for you is in every move he makes.

The knight handed the bowl back to the man. The queen gripped his flaccid prick and wrapped the length of leather around the base of his staff and sack, then tied the cinch tight.

She bent him forward, bracing his hands on his knees and ran her crop across his hardening erection and bags. Tracing the flat leather tip over his thigh to his buttocks, she rubbed the crack of his bum, then caressed the swell of his bottom.

Her crop rose out to the side, and with a flick of her wrist, she snapped the man on the behind.

Not bad…

WHOOSH!

SNAP!

Her position was good, but she could have gotten a better sensation from the bishop if she had waited a moment before hitting him again.

He didn't mind; maybe he enjoyed the pain as her clients did. His prick hardened, and with the restriction of the leather tied about it, his stiff staff turned bright red-purple. A beautiful erection. Her tongue darted out and traced her lips, wondering what the sultry skin would taste like. Saliva pooled in her mouth, and she swallowed hard.

The queen placed her hand against the reddened area on his bum, then turned him and ordered him to sit.

She straddled him, placing the riding crop between her teeth, and sank down onto the hard purple penis. The bishop groaned as she rocked and rubbed her sex against him.

The spectators groaned in unison. The sound of her wetness and the smell of arousal in the air intensified.

Cora's body tingled, burning hot, stimulated by the sight. Could a person combust from too much arousal? She didn't doubt they could; if one person touched her, she would melt like butter on fresh toast.

The bishop whispered to the queen, and she grasped his hands and placed them on her nipples. “Squeeze them hard.”

The bishop's fingertips pinched her nipples and plucked the peaks. Cora's body jerked. The queen screamed as she spent in his lap. Her head leaned against his shoulder, and he rocked and rocked his hips up against her until he came with a growl.

My, oh my. The smell of cream and aroused sweat wafted through the air, setting constant little contractions to the flesh of her sex. What a fevered pitch she was in. All she could think of was Rupert and her mirroring the actions the couple made, or her performing this act of love as Rupert watched.

Honey dripped from her labia as she drew in two deep draws of air. A fire burned between her legs. She couldn't last much longer. She needed to touch herself.

She shifted her stance, the ache almost painful. The large stone prick lay ready for use in her hand. How she wanted to run her hands down her body, feeling the heated skin, then slip lower to the crisp curls of her Venus and into the creamy wet flesh of her pussy.

She could use the stone staff to push her to the edge and cry out as Rupert watched. But this game was about control of others and strategy of the players to achieve the desired results. She would have to wait until Rupert moved her into play, and then she would spend knowing that the bliss she felt was as he wished.

Lord Brummelton's pawn took one of Rupert's, thrashing her with his switch until her ass was crisscrossed with red marks. Cheers arose from the onlookers. He then mounted her from behind, both of them squatting as he pulled her hair back and arched her to him just as Rupert had her in the hall.

Her body shook with the need to feel him around her again. Blast and damn. Would this game ever end? She would do whatever Rupert wanted her to on this board, but in the end his touch was what she craved, and she wanted it now.