by Tee, Marian
It was a deliciously tight fit, with her small mouth and his oversized cock, but still he surged forward, and the way she worked hard to keep her mouth wide open only fed his desire.
Rhapsody could feel tears welling up in her eyes as inch after inch went into her mouth. She was frightened, but at the same time helplessly excited. Her mind told her that his cock should fit, but her irrational side argued against this.
He! Was! Too! Big!
An indefinite stretch of eternity seemed to have passed before he was finally able to get his entire length into her mouth and down her throat. She started to gag the moment her Master moved, but he gripped her head tightly, not letting her pull back.
"Relax your throat."
The marquis had gritted the command out in a harsh tone, but it worked somehow, and she could feel her fears subsiding along with her ebbing tension. If her Master believed that relaxing her throat would solve things, then it must be so, and Rhapsody struggled to do as told. The first few moments were a challenge, but eventually she felt her throat easing up, and when his cock started moving again, its thrusts were now smooth and unhampered.
She had done it, Rhapsody thought with satisfaction, and the knowledge of having done as her Mastered ordered pleased her so that her fingers tightened involuntarily around his cock. It had the marquis hissing, and the sound made her realize that this was yet another thing he enjoyed.
Very well then...
Blood rushed to Mihail's head as her pet began stroking him, her fingers tight around his cock, and its movements matching the pace of her bobbing head. She appeared devotedly attuned to his needs and used his reactions to refine her skills. When her teeth scraped against his cock and she felt him jerk, or when he groaned as she was able to take another inch of his cock...all these little things that she realized he enjoyed, she would do so again and again...until she had him driven to the very edge.
The muscles in his thighs had tensed, and his balls were tight, cum burning inside of it and close to bursting.
His grip on her hair became rough, and he found himself urging her head to move faster.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
"I am about to cum, milady," he grated out.
And still her head kept moving, her mouth working its magic around his cock.
"If you do not stop now," he warned thickly, "you will end up drinking my seed."
But still her head continued to move.
Fucking mother of Hell.
Rhapsody saw the marquis' eyes squeeze shut just as the fingers clutching her head tightened...
And then she felt it.
His cock wildly twitching inside her mouth as sticky, salty semen shot down her throat.
A moan escaped her even as she instinctively started sucking on her Master's ejaculating cock.
"Fuck."
Her Master's tone was savage, and the shoving plunges of his manhood even more so. It was so very clear that he had lost control, her Master lost in the pleasure of her mouth around his cock...
His orgasm seemed to go on and on so that her knees were slightly aching by the time she felt him finally pull out. It was done, she thought. She had succeeded in pleasuring her Master with her mouth, and the thought had her absently running her tongue over her lips—-
The marquis saw this and was unable to control himself.
A gasp was startled out of Rhapsody when the marquis suddenly lifted her up to his lap. She glanced up but wasn't able to say a thing, with the marquis' mouth already hungrily covering hers in a hard, moist kiss that had her breasts painfully swelling and moisture gushing out of her channels.
When the marquis lifted his head, she had thought it was all over, but instead he had lifted her up to place her back on her seat just before sinking to his knees.
Her skirts were thrown up, layers of muslin temporarily going all the way over her head.
What on earth...
She hastily pushed them off, but just as her head emerged, it was then she felt the marquis ripping her drawers off and pulling her slick folds wide open.
Rhapsody whimpered at the way he was stretching her wide open. "Maaaaaster..." She ended up moaning it out loud, with the way the marquis had started running his tongue down her folds. It was wicked and beautiful, and oh, how it was driving her crazy!
Her head fell back against the carriage wall as the marquis threw her legs over his broad shoulders. His tongue swept over her folds...and then it was plunging inside of her without warning, and she gasped anew while her fingers moved clumsily until she was gripping his head.
His tongue was thrusting in and out of her womanhood, every plunge making her burn hotter and hotter, until she felt fit to explode and could only writhe in agonized pleasure. Her hips began moving, thrusting up as her Master moved his wonderful mouth to that nub of flesh. Licking. Nipping. And when he started sucking hard—-
Her pleasure gushed out in an instant, her body shuddering with every hot, creamy rush of essence flowing out of her womanhood.
A taste of heaven, Rhapsody thought drowsily as her eyes began to droop. Being with her Master this way was like tasting heaven, and...
"We have a problem, milord," she whispered as the marquis fixed her skirts and ran his fingers through her locks in an effort to make her appear less ravished.
Mihail pulled back to study his pet's lovely face, and her uneasy expression had him frowning. "What's wrong?"
"It doesn't seem to be working," his pet answered with a frown of her own. "You say I shall eventually become used to this activity, and that I will lose interest, but what happened here in this carriage..." Her nose wrinkled in a rare display of vexation. "It has achieved the opposite, I'm afraid."
Understanding finally dawned, and the marquis found himself in now-familiar territory as he sought to overcome the urge to smile. "Do you mean to say," he asked gently, "recent circumstances have only served to...increase your interest?"
"I cannot even stop wondering about when is it to happen again," Rhapsody revealed unhappily.
Mihail simply had to crack a smile at that.
His pet saw this, though, and her frown darkened. "Tis not a laughing matter, milord."
"I apologize, milady." The marquis swiftly exerted every effort to wipe the offending smile off his lips. "And as for this matter—-"
"Problem," Rhapsody felt the need to emphasize.
"I stand corrected then," he capitulated easily. "This problem you have, milady...it is natural that the first instances will not reap the results you wish for. I did warn you, remember? This method shall take time," he reminded her.
"But what am I supposed to do every time I find myself thinking of such things?" Rhapsody wanted to know.
"You indulge," he advised promptly.
"Every time?" his pet gasped.
"Every time," he confirmed solemnly.
And since his pet was nothing but obedient...
Mihail, not surprisingly, found himself in fucking heaven the next day, the very moment his pet had woken up. As soon as her beautiful dark eyes fluttered open, she had flipped to her side to face him, and her first drowsy question was like manna to a starving man.
Is it too early to engage in copulation?
He had not wasted time with words and simply answered with his mouth covering hers and his cock thrusting deep into her pussy.
Afterwards, he had invited her to join him in the bath, and well...that particular activity lasted a little longer than it should. After giving his pet her second orgasm, he had been just about to pull out when she suddenly wrapped her sleek limbs around him, whispering, 'One more time, milord?'
It was only when he had realized she would end up late for her class that the marquis had reluctantly called a halt to their activities, and in truth, the only reason he had managed to get his pet moving in time was by giving her his solemn word.
Yes, I promise, milady. I shall drop by your class as often as possible and wait to see if you are going to bite your lip for t
hree seconds.
The mere memory of this had the marquis shifting in his seat, and the movement caused the viscountess to glance at him anxiously. "Is everything alright, milord?"
Mihail coughed. "Quite alright, milady. I apologize for the interruption."
The meeting ended shortly after, with the viscountess fully supportive of the marquis' lecture plan. She was not stupid, after all. It was not every day one had a powerful being such as Lord Mihail Gheorgiu as a visiting professor, and merely having his name connected to her school was in itself a conquest. She simply had to keep playing her cards right, and if that meant taking the marquis' side over any of her students...
Needs must when the devil drives, the viscountess thought, and this couldn't be any truer in the demon-run kingdom of Chalys.
Eleanor reached for the little silver bell on her desk, and after a few musical rattles, her steward entered her office and bowed in greeting.
"I have a task for you," she told him briefly. "You will be richly rewarded for your subsequent discretion alone and will be given an added bonus once the task is completed." She paused to give her steward time to digest this and then added warningly, "If word of it happens to fall on the wrong ears, however, you shall be facing the Marquis of Sangre's wrath."
Mr. Whyte carefully considered the matter. "It depends on the reward, milady." The amount the viscountess named had his eyes widening. "For that amount, I would be inclined to sell my soul," the steward admitted.
"Then you'll be pleased to know the task is not at all onerous," Eleanor commented. "All you must do is ensure that any correspondence addressed to one of our students, Lady Rhapsody Norwood, is first coursed through my office. There must be no exception, Mr. Whyte. Not even a single receipt from her dressmaker or even a pamphlet of the newest perfume to hit town. Nothing must slip through the cracks, or it will be both our heads on the block."
Chapter Nine
Tuesday lessons began with Art, and this semester had all students running yards of cotton through sewing machines. The goal was to make their own shift, and albeit a fairly simple task, it still had Peyton and Emily sniping at each other like cats and dogs.
"Oh, she has quite the nerve," Peyton fumed over lunch afterwards. "That excuse about her mother still being sick is getting old. She is making those stories up, and I can prove it."
Rhapsody lowered her soup spoon at this. "How so?"
"Her mother is a seamstress, correct?"
"Yes."
"Then why was she acting like she had never used a sewing machine before?" Peyton asked triumphantly. "She didn't even know what a spool pin was! She thought it truly was a pin, can you imagine?"
Rhapsody's forehead creased as she considered her friend's words. "Maybe they only sew everything by hand..."
Peyton stubbornly shook her head. "And that, too! Have you seen the state of her hands? They are not a working girl's hands! I am always right about these things, you know that. She's lying for some reason," the other girl muttered, "and sooner or later I shall find exactly what it is she's hiding."
Peyton's words continued to dwell in Rhapsody's mind as she made her way to her next class. If Peyton were right, and Emily was not a seamstress' daughter, then what could be worse than being poor?
Perhaps...she was a nobleman's by-blow?
If that were the case, Lady Eleanor would never have accepted her as a student, and it might also be why Emily could be rather prickly and quick-tempered at times. It was her way of discouraging people from asking too many questions, just to remain qualified as a student.
Mayhaps she could take the initiative and befriend Emily, Rhapsody mused. Both her Social Graces professor and therapist did say that she had to occasionally push herself to her emotional limits, so as not to fall back on old habits.
Satisfied with her plans, Rhapsody switched her attention back to her next class. It was finally her turn to attend a one-day lecture of Earthly Obligations and Pleasures, and as with the previous sessions, today's guest lecturer would be another surprise.
The classroom was nearly full when she entered, and as she quickly made her way to the last row of seats, she felt a palpable wave of excitement sweep over the class. Everyone was giggling and whispering to each other, and she could've sworn that she heard the marquis' title being mentioned.
How curious.
Rhapsody took her seat, and upon lifting her head, it was then she saw the marquis himself, green eyes bright with devilish amusement. He was today's guest professor...and he had not even told her?
How wickedly deceptive!
"Good afternoon, ladies."
He spoke in his usual precise fashion, but the sensual drawl of his voice lent the words an almost sinful intimacy that had the girls gasping and looking as if they were seconds away from swooning. The reaction of the class was altogether expected, but strangely enough, it didn't sit well with her at all.
How odd, Rhapsody thought, and even odder was how her discomfort turned into disgruntlement when the other girls continued to ogle him. Her Master was only discussing the outline of his lecture, but oh, the way they were looking at him, it was as if they were undressing him with their eyes!
A funny, little sting stabbed her heart as she watched the marquis stride towards the chalkboard. He looked rather exquisitely dashing today, almost improperly so, with nary a coat or cravat to limit a woman's appreciative view of his imposing physique. His fine lawn shirt, pristine white and unbuttoned a couple of inches down, stretched tautly across the massive breadth of his shoulders and revealed a flawless V-shaped expanse of his bronzed chest, while his breeches, black and tight-fitting, emphasized the muscular length of his legs.
Rhapsody looked around her and saw the other girls actually tugging the necklines of their dresses down to show more of their cleavage. Her gaze then drifted back to the marquis, who appeared unmindful of her presence.
Her, Rhapsody!
His pet and, more importantly, his heartkeeper!
Her!
And it was then a burst of intuition seized her, and Rhapsody's hands quickly flew up to cover her mouth lest she ended up gasping out loud.
Her current therapist, in one of their latter sessions, had taught Rhapsody a rather nifty trick when she was confronted by any unfamiliar emotion.
First, a checklist: a desire to monopolize a person one had a relationship with, an inexplicable dislike towards members of the same sex, a sudden rise of volatile feelings...
Second, a comparison: she went through her mental database of emotions and their most commonly known symptoms. Which emotion had a list of symptoms that best matched what she had identified?
Third, an analysis: only one emotion was a near-perfect match.
She! Was! Jealous!
The realization had Rhapsody's dark eyes darting towards the professor - er, she meant the marquis - and as if sensing her gaze, her Master turned towards her at that exact moment.
Their eyes met, and Rhapsody did not even pause to think twice.
She bit her lip. Hard. And for far longer than three seconds.
Without missing a beat, Mihail addressed the class, saying, "To better illustrate what it means to be a perfect pet, I would need a volunteer—-"
The other students already had their hands raised in the air even before the marquis had finished speaking, and in their giddy eagerness, they were blind to the fact that the marquis only had eyes for one of them.
"Lady Norwood?"
The whole class fell into an abrupt, stunned silence, and even Rhapsody was shocked rigid in her seat.
"Come forward, please."
A gentlemanly invitation, but oh, those green eyes of his said differently, with the way his gaze was actually smirking at her!
What a wicked, wicked, wicked Master, and oh, how her knees trembled as she slowly forced herself to her feet.
Chapter Ten
It began with an ache in his groin and a tightening of muscles. From there, it moved to his co
ck, heat and lust feeding the greedy, throbbing beast between his legs until it made a rigidly enormous impression against his pants. And all of this unfolded almost at the same amount of time it took his pet to cross the room and reach his side.
By the time she reached him, he was flagrantly aroused, and everyone, including Rhapsody herself, was staring at his crotch.
"Milady?"
She looked up right away, her expression turning serious and bookish. She was clearly expecting him to speak to her as a professor would to his student, and it gave him wicked pleasure to prove her wrong. Bending down, he whispered straight to her ear so that his words would only be hers—-
"My cock says hello."
He pulled back and was satisfied to see that she now looked more like a proper pet rather than a bluestocking, with her wide-eyed expression and sweetly blushing cheeks. He was about to turn back to the class when he heard her voice.
"Milord?"
He glanced at her over his shoulder.
"Would you pass the message," his pet asked seriously, "and let it know I am saying hello back?"
And so it was for this reason that the marquis' broad shoulders appeared to be shaking when he finally returned his attention to the other students.
"I'd like to begin our demonstration with a question," Rhapsody heard the marquis address the other girls. "I want to know in particular what you believe is a pet's most important quality."
"Submission," answered one.
"Sex," giggled out another.
Mihail turned to his pet. "And you, milady?"
"Devotion."
The marquis ran his knuckles down her cheek. "That is indeed correct, my smart girl."
A rakehell of the first order, she thought decidedly. Most times, her Master was the model of chivalry and the personification of authority and gravitas, but now he was simply roguish, and truth be told, she found this side of his rather fascinating. She would love to see more of it, never mind if this meant having the other girls constantly throwing dirty looks at her direction. They always did anyway.
The marquis stepped back from Rhapsody and leaned against the edge of the desk, unaware that his pose at that moment had turned him into a dreamy portrait of whimsical infatuation and forbidden desires.