Gypsy

by Roux Cantrell

  Mariquinn shrugged. “It’s what my mother said. That the king would expect his bride to be a virgin.”

  “It seems our parents are cut from the same cloth. Old fashioned and mired in tradition.”

  Mariquinn shrugged again. Turning to face him, she took the conversation back to the real matter at hand, sitting down she held her things to her lap. “Does that mean you aren’t sending me away?” Surprised when he nodded no, she sat her things beside the chair. “Velean’s deal. Let me get this straight. If I look at your face before our wedding day, you must marry Velean, leaving me to Razvan’s mercy.”

  “Yes.” Nicolea had to smile. It seemed Mariquinn liked deflecting when she became uncomfortable in a situation.

  “Are you horribly scared?”

  “No.”

  “So, how will we . . .I mean, I would think you being you. Hmmm.” She liked being kissed and a lot. It was a big thing on her foreplay list. “I love being kissed,” she blurted out.

  “Are you asking if we were to have sex how would that work?” Gypsy couldn’t help the snicker that escaped his throat.

  “Yes.” Is he making fun of me?

  “If I asked you to close your eyes and keep them shut, would you?”

  “Yes.” Mariquinn closed her eyes tightly. Waiting.

  Nicolea got up, stepping out of the shadows, his face covered with a partial mask. If Mariquinn opened her eyes she would only see his eyes and up. This would be their first test and he aimed to make it a good one. His betrothed needed to understand him. Sexually speaking.

  He was quiet as he moved across the room like a cat. Mariquinn had heard he was a little over six feet tall compared to her petite stature. She could imagine him as a very sexy cat. Mariquinn felt him circle behind her. He leaned into her and whispered in her ear, “Keep your eyes closed.”

  She did as instructed, feeling his breath on her skin. God, he was sexy.

  “Hold out your hands.”

  Mariquinn did as told. Gypsy took her hands, pulling her up from the chair. Walking her around to the back of the chair he instructed her. “Put both hands on the back of the chair.”

  Mariquinn followed his instructions.

  Slipping the mask from his face tucking it into his back pocket. It was time for a test. Skimming his lips along her neck he felt Mariquinn shiver, which was the perfect response. Running his hands up her sides gliding them under her shirt, so he could feel her warm skin. Damn, she turned him on. He felt her ass push against him, making him hard. Sliding his hands around to her breasts. He brushed right underneath them. Mariquinn moaned. “Keep those eyes closed,” he reminded her.

  Mariquinn kept her eyes shut. Dear, lord she was just recently officially engaged to the man and she was letting him feel her up. Her body shivered yet remained right where he put her.

  Turning her around Gypsy kissed her softly, which quickly turned into much, much, more. A much rougher kiss. One that he didn’t want to end. Gypsy had never been a nuzzle, but he found himself nuzzling in to her neck, breathing her scent in. Flipping her around fast, he bent her over the arm of the chair. Pressing his already heavy erection into her ass, he listened as she moaned. Wrapping his hand in her hair, he tilted Mariquinn's head back. She still had her eyes closed. Leaning over her, he whispered in her ear again, “You see, Mariquinn. At this moment, your body is so in tune with mine I could strip these pants from you and take you fast and hard. You would let me.”

  And she would. Mariquinn almost said please. Until he released her.

  Gypsy released her leaving Mariquinn slightly unsteady on her feet. He needed to put some distance between them. Walking away from her was a tough one, for he wanted her. It wouldn’t be fair to either of them to take her like that. To be so selfish. It wasn’t in his nature to be selfish. Securing the mask back in place before turning around to look at her again. Mariquinn was still bent over the chair. Gypsy liked that she stayed where he had put her. Moving back behind her, he slipped an arm around her waist he brought her upright, breathing her in again.

  “You can sit down if you like.” Nicolea smiled behind the leather mask. “So, what do you think, Mariquinn? Could you be courted for the next four weeks without seeing my face?”

  “Yes.”

  “I have something I want you to do,” he said as he took a seat across from her. Watching her take her own seat. Damn he was hard.

  Okay. Holy shit she was aroused. Her heart was about to beat out of her chest. She was attempting to be nonchalant. Like that was going to happen.

  “When you’re alone tonight in bed, I want you to message me. I will call you back and we are going to talk some more about what just happened.”

  “I can do that.”

  “Very good.” Getting up Gypsy held out his hand for her to take. When she did, he tugged her into him. “I swear four weeks will be nothing in the big scheme of things.”

  “I believe you.”

  After Mariquinn left, Tabor walked back into the room. “Damn Gypsy, I thought you were going to fuck her right over that chair.” The man didn’t get a foot further in the room when Gypsy grabbed him by the shirt, slamming him into the wall. “Don’t ever fucking spy on me and my woman. DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND!!!”

  “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking about it like that. It won’t happen again.” Tabor eyed his friend like he was someone completely unknown...

  Chapter Seven

  Mariquinn inquired about Gypsy among her sisters making sure to use his Christian name. She sat with her mouth hanging open. The tales they spun about the soon to be gypsy king had her doing more than blush. She crossed her legs tighter as her sex throbbed. What was she going to do when she couldn’t bring herself to even think the “P” word? She hated the word. Shaking her head, she left her sisters whispering about blindfolds and sex toys. Who was this man? The wildest things Mariquinn had ever done was dye her hair a light blue and slip out to meet her last boyfriend. Slipping into her bedroom, she closed and locked the door. Mariquinn didn’t think, she acted. She grabbed her phone and sent him a message. Her phone rang almost instantaneously.

  “Hello.”

  “Where are you?”

  He was intimidating even over the phone. “My bedroom, alone.” Why did she tell him that? Slapping herself in the forehead. He would think she was desperate. Mariquinn knew she was out of her element with him. But, if she was going to marry Gypsy and not share him, she needed to understand him better.

  “Mariquinn, I want you naked in bed.”

  He was moving this along way to fast. “I thought we were going to talk about us tonight?”

  “I asked you to do something for me. Are you going to do it?”

  “Yes.” Stepping to her bed, she quickly stripped her clothes off and laid down under the covers. What else would he ask her to do? “Alright.”

  “Thank you for doing what I asked.”

  Mariquinn listened to his steady breathing. The sound was calming, that wasn’t what she expected.

  “Do you have any questions for me tonight?”

  Mariquinn swallowed, somewhat relaxing. They were going to talk after all. She wanted to know if what her sisters had told her were true. “There are rumors about you.”

  “I’m sure there are. Do you want to ask me about them?”

  “If I may.” Damn straight I want to ask.

  Smiling to himself, Gypsy liked that Mariquinn asked for permission. Even if she didn’t know it yet, Mariquinn would be a wonderful Submissive. “Ask me anything.”

  “Do you use ... toys when you’re with women?” There she asked the first question. Biting her lip, she waited for him to respond. It took a second before he spoke, she wondered if he was smiling at her.

  “Yes.”

  Mariquinn just lay there naked clinching her thighs together. What was all this sudden tension in her body? She played with herself in the past. She had never felt desire though.

  “Mariquinn, are you wondering what I use and how I use them?
”

  “Not really.”

  “Mariquinn.”

  “I don’t want to think about you doing anything with another woman. Especially your current lover.”

  Gypsy did smile. His girl had a little temper. He couldn’t wait to get her fired up just to cool her down.

  “Mariquinn, have you ever touched yourself?”

  Mariquinn felt the red wash over her from her feet to her head, she was flushed. “I told you I wasn’t a virgin.” What would he say next?

  “Have you ever used toys on yourself?” All she managed was a mmmhmmm, it came out more as a moan then she finally said yes. Oh, God was that her voice? She had never heard herself sound so desperate. Her body was on fire.

  “Mariquinn, I want you to bring your knees up and spread your legs open for me.”

  Mariquinn shook her head no all the while bringing her knees up, she spread her legs giving her hand room to play. Her sex was already soaked at the thought of him thrusting into her at a hard and fast pace. What was wrong with her? This was so not her.

  “I didn’t say you could touch yourself.”

  How did he know?

  “Since you took matters into your own hands, I think you should be punished just a tad.”

  Punished? How in the hell was he going to punish her over the phone? Mariquinn almost laughed at the thought. Rolling her eyes, she halted her play.

  “Does your bed have a headboard, Mariquinn?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good, slide your hands under the edge and hold them there until I tell you to let go.”

  Oh, for all that is holy, she thought.

  It had been a long time, a very long time, since he seduced a woman over the phone before having them under him in his bed. His phone play was something he used when he traveled to keep his companions happy.

  Mariquinn listened to his voice the best she could. She had the phone tucked against her ear using her shoulder to help hold it. It was about to slip when she laughed.

  “What are you laughing at?” Gypsy snapped.

  “My phone is slipping.” she giggled again.

  Holding his laughter, good Lord she was untrained. Most woman would have immediately put their phone on speaker to play. Allowing her to let go of the bed frame and do just that. “Are your hands holding to the bed frame again, Mariquinn?”

  “Yes,” she said hoarsely.

  This is where things were going to get fun for him. How long could she hold out before she took matters into her own hands? Gypsy only hesitated for a moment, Mariquinn had said she wasn’t a virgin. It was time to find out how responsive she would be to him.

  “Are you comfortable?”

  “Mmmhmmm.”

  “That’s not the answer I want.”

  “Yes.”

  “Better.”

  Gypsy spoke softly, seductively into the phone. He wanted her to feel him in her mind. Have her feel him there first. “Mariquinn, do you remember how you felt bent over that chair earlier?”

  “Yes.”

  “That was nothing compared to what you will feel tonight. Now, spread your legs keeping your knees bent. Are you doing what I say?”

  “Yes,” she panted. Why did his voice affect her like this?

  “When you’re like this in my bed, I’m going to be right there kneeling as I run my hands up the inside of your thighs. Followed by my tongue.” He heard her let out a small moan. “When my tongue reaches your pussy, I will devour you. Mariquinn. I want to taste you, swallow your taste down my throat.” Her moan came louder this time. “You like the sound of that, don’t you?”

  “Please.”

  “Please, what Mariquinn?”

  “More.”

  “Mmmm, when I’m done licking you, I’m going to slide my cock slowly into your wet pussy and slowly stretch you wide. You’ll feel a slow burn as I brand you from the inside out. When your body is ready, I’m going to take you fast and hard. All the while my mouth will engulf your breast. I’ll drag my teeth across the nipple.” Gypsy stopped talking as he heard her moans.

  Mariquinn couldn’t take it, her body was on fire. She had played with herself many times. But this was different. Nicolea’s voice was so deep and seductive. Mariquinn was a visual person and having an image of Nicolea in her mind had her emotions on overdrive. She remembered how he felt pressed against her ass. His mouth against her neck. His lips on her as he kissed her, first soft and sweet, then how it became hard and rough like he was desperate for her.

  Mariquinn let go of the headboard with one hand, sliding her hand between her legs. Her fingers stroked her clit. Mariquinn covered her mouth with her free hand as a moan slipped past her lips. Her fingers eased in and out, finding the perfect rhythm. The climax hit her so fast Mariquinn almost screamed. Instead she bit down on her pillow as she thrust her fingers deeper. She thrust her hips up, repeatedly meeting the plunge of her fingers. She heard her voice crack as she begged. Mariquinn didn’t know who she was begging or for what, she just wanted more.

  “That’s it baby. Harder. Do it harder. Let me hear what you want, what you need.”

  Nicolea, help me,” she begged.

  Nicolea wanted to be balls deep in her. He knew what she needed, and he would help her. “Feel my lips slide down your neck, my tongue lapping at your breast. My fingers wrap with yours as they slam into you. You’re so wet, baby. I love how wet you are. Are your fingers drenched for me?”

  “God yes, oh God ... Nicolea, I’m ...”

  “Come on baby, give it to me.”

  Mariquinn fell apart, her mind splintered as her body came apart. She arched her back trying to push her fingers deeper as her sex throbbed and she climaxed. Mariquinn turned her head into her pillow once again trying to muffle the sound. When she fell back against the bed, it took her a minute to catch her breath. When her mind came back on track she realized she had let go of the headboard.

  Grabbing her phone, she moaned his name?”

  “I’m here. How do you feel?”

  “Limp.” She laughed.

  “You know you’re in trouble.”

  “What!!”

  “You let go without permission.’

  Mariquinn just laid there quietly. What would he do to her next? She smiled at the thought.

  “Now that you’re all limp and relaxed, we should talk about all these rumors you have heard about me. First on the list is toys. Am I right?”

  “You already said you used them.”

  “But, not which ones and how.” He laughed wickedly.

  Mariquinn laid there trying to keep up with the conversation. Damn the man was good. He gave her time. When Mariquinn was ready, she went on to list all the things she had heard. When her list was done, She, heard Gypsy laugh softly, telling her the rumors were true. But the one thing she had not mentioned was the one thing above all else that he loved and wanted to try with her. “Submissive,” she repeated after him. “What exactly is that?”

  A knock came at her bedroom door causing Mariquinn to jump. “Hold on.”

  “What is it?”

  “Someone is at my bedroom door. Probably my mom wanting to discuss wedding plans.”

  “I will let you go.”

  “Can I see you tomorrow or talk to you at least? This conversation isn’t over.”

  “We can see one another again. I will call you and set up a time.” Mariquinn said good night and jumped up scurrying to find clothes.

  Leaning back in his chair Gypsy thought of all the things he wanted to explore with Mariquinn. How long had it been since he looked at things through fresh eyes? Too damn long, he thought. It seemed he would have no problem seducing her, but having her fall in love with him? That could be an entirely different issue.

  Chapter Eight

  Mariquinn listened to her mother, but all she heard was Gypsy’s voice in her head. Smiling, thinking about how she may not like to say naughty words, but she liked doing naughty things to herself. It seemed her soon to be husband
liked her doing it as well.

  Mariquinn had never imagined a man like Nicolea Petrovic existed, much less that she would end up marrying him. Sex, being something, she thought about a lot and had her fair share of. Though she often worried she would never find a man that had the same appetite. Now all Mariquinn could think of was what would he do to her next? What would she let him do to her?

  “Mariquinn, did you hear a thing I said?”

  “Yes, Mama. You want me to wear white. And I should tell you the church may catch on fire.” Mariquinn watched as her mother’s jaw dropped. It didn’t matter much now. She was marrying the king of the gypsies. Mariquinn thought about that. What exactly did that mean for them? It was a question for the next time they talked.

  With a knock at the door, a joint ‘come in’ was shouted. Mariquinn's father walked in. “You, my daughter, have another meeting with Nicolea Petrovic tomorrow.”

  “I didn’t think I would see him quiet so soon?” Not able to stop the flush that crept up her throat, heating her cheeks. Mariquinn caught the look from her mother’s watchful eyes.

  “Seems he wants to see you as often as possible. He thinks it will help the two of you be ready for your wedding day,” her father smiled as he turned leaving them alone.

  Mariquinn watched her father leave. Turning to look at her mother she saw the look again. The look that asked what she had already done with Nicolea Petrovic.

  “Mama, I hate to tell you this. I’m not innocent in the romance area.” The shake of her mother’s head told Mariquinn she didn’t want to know. She should make her mother feel better. “Mama, Nicolea and I did nothing together except talk.” She saw the relief in her mother’s face. Mariquinn knew what her mother was thinking. She was thinking a king could have any woman he wanted. Give him your body free and clear and he wouldn’t respect her or want to marry her. Old fashioned thinking, or was it?

  Her mother went back to the wedding plans. After a while, Mariquinn's sisters were laying across the bed giving their opinions. Finally, not being able to deal with another suggestion, Mariquinn slipped away, heading to the kitchen. Surely, she could find quiet there. To Mariquinn's surprise the kitchen was not empty. Her father and two of her uncles sat discussing the family businesses. Taking a step back, Mariquinn headed outside to sit on the patio.