Finally, he moved up on top of her, holding himself up on his elbows, looking down into her eyes.
“Try not to cry out too loud, chèri, someone may hear. That would not be good for either of us. Bury your mouth against my lips if you wish.” She nodded. “Now, move your legs further apart. Oui. Like that.” He used one hand to spread her open. “I am sorry for any pain.”
Then he put his mouth over hers and guided himself inside her. He could feel the resistance. He pressed his lips down harder on her mouth while pushing himself in. She did cry out, but it was muffled. He saw tears in her eyes. Gastien gently brushed them away.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked softly.
“Non. I want you to show me.”
“Oh, Vivienne. I will gladly show you. Wrap your legs around my hips.” As she did he started to take her slowly. As she got used to it, he increased the pace. Finally he could tell she was enjoying it, too. Carefully, he took her with him on a ride to her womanhood.
She was very tight. So this is what a virgin feels like, he thought. Personally, he would trade the extra tightness for someone who knew how to respond back. But, still, it felt very good. It had been almost two months since he had felt like being with anyone. He finally could not wait any longer.
“Vivienne, I need to pull out. I am going to explode, and I don’t want to get you pregnant.”
She wrapped her legs tighter. “Give me all of you, Gastien. I want the results of your pleasure left inside, where it is supposed to be left.”
He sighed. He was just not strong enough to ask again. He let go, feeling the freedom that comes when you hit the height of ecstasy. He gave her what she wanted, collapsing next to her.
“Chèri, that was not wise.”
“It does not matter. I will be married in less than a month.”
“Is that fair to your husband?”
“We will never know if it is his or yours. I wanted you Gastien. You will always be Prince Charming to me.” She smiled softly. “I know you aren’t my forever. But you are wonderful in my eyes.”
Gastien was so touched he had to blink back tears. “Vivienne,” he said thickly, “I am far from wonderful. If I was even close to that I would not have done this. It was wrong. I know that. I should have been stronger.”
“But I wanted you, Gastien. I wanted you with all of my heart!” she cried softly.
“Just because you want something does not mean it is right to get it. You were innocent, and I am not. But, I am human, and a young man. Someday when you realize I should have not done this, I hope you will remember that, and forgive me.” He smiled sadly.
“I will never regret this, Gastien! Never!”
He sighed again. She was still so simple and trusting. “You are wonderful to me, too. You are very special and lovely. I know that you will make your fiancé a wonderful wife. Now, since the deed is done, we may as well make the best of it. You did not experience the full joy of sexual union, because it was your first time. Give me a few minutes to regroup. I promise you that you will fly to the stars like I just did.” He kissed her and then moved down lower.
In about twenty minutes, entering her again, he took her exactly where he had promised. Afterward, she lay in his arms, basking in the afterglow.
“Gastien, who hurt your back?”
“My father. A long time ago. Let’s not talk about it, today is too beautiful. However, you must get dressed and leave. We need to keep this a secret. You know that, right?”
“Oui, I know that. Merci, Gastien.”
“It was my pleasure, Vivienne. Just don’t act too experienced on your wedding night!”
“You are so sweet, Gastien.”
“That, chèri, is simply not true. There has been nothing sweet in me for quite some time. But, you are sweet for thinking so.”
After she left, Gastien washed off and got back in bed. He knew that he should have been a bigger man than that. He should have asked her to leave. The bottom line was, he was tired of trying to do the right thing for a family that thought so little of him. He was extremely angry about what he had heard come out of Annah’s mouth.
Vivienne had wanted him to be her first. He thought he had made it as good as possible for her first time. At least she orgasmed. That was probably more than she could hope for from her husband, unless for some reason they were more forward thinking in Sweden.
As Gastien drifted off to sleep, Véronique entered his mind. Now, that one he would not feel guilty at all about. She had been a tease and a pain in his loins from day one. Non, he would not feel bad when he took that one. Now that he knew exactly what Annah thought of him, there was no reason not to act. He would be gone in less than a month. If she got impregnated, that would be the family problem. He was just a dumb peasant. They certainly would not demand anything from him. There was no way they wanted him in the family. He shifted in his sleep. He was already aroused just thinking about it. Revenge really could be sweet.
X
He spent the week painting like a crazy man in order to get the portrait done. He would be glad to get out of there. Funny, he had more luxury that he had ever experienced and would ever again, yet he felt so used and dirty, so looked down upon, that he now felt uncomfortable everywhere on the property. He knew he would miss the indoor plumbing, though!
All week long, Annah looked ghastly. She was suffering from extreme morning sickness. Gastien was tickled pink. The bitch deserved it. He hoped his seed made her vomit the whole nine months.
Annah was not in a charitable mood toward him, there was no doubt about that. She glared at him every time she returned from vomiting. For his part, he did not appreciate her vomiting in his bathroom, but there was nothing he could do about it. He figured it was a small price to pay to see her in such misery.
“Annah, whatever is wrong?” he asked, feigning innocence the first day it happened. “Perhaps you have come down with something. Hopefully you are not infecting us all! I am so close to getting the painting done.” He smiled smugly at her.
She looked like she would like to rip his head off. “I am not contagious.”
Véronique spoke up, “I think mother is expecting, Gastien. Can you imagine? Someone thirty-four? I did not think people as old as my mother and father even did that anymore!”
Annah slapped her. Véronique ran out crying. Gastien just sat back and enjoyed the show.
“Oh dear, she did deserve that, Annah. Although, isn’t it a bit dangerous to have a baby after thirty? I did not realize you were that old…but of course, with an eighteen-year-old, had I thought about it…I do hope you will be all right.” He smiled sweetly.
Véronique was coaxed back and the day resumed. Every day, each time Annah vomited, Gastien would look at her and smirk.
One day when the girls were busy talking together while Annah was sick, he followed Annah into his bathroom and whispered, “Peasant seed is very strong, Annah. My seed will probably make you vomit the whole nine months! I hope my baby also takes a long time to make its entrance once the time comes. A real long time.”
Annah turned to reply, but had to quickly face the toilet again. As she vomited, Gastien laughed and walked back out to his easel.
XI
Gastien no longer tried to avoid Véronique when he saw her outside. Instead, he would come outside and pretend to be walking around, allowing her to think she was teasing him. Finally on Saturday, she got particularly bold. Walking up to where Gastien was sitting in the garden having lunch before painting started again, she stood in front of him. When he did not look up, she grabbed the book from his hands.
“Gastien, is there something wrong with you? I have been standing here for several minutes! You did not even acknowledge me!” she pouted.
“I have looked at you all morning while painting, Véronique. I felt no need to look at you yet again.”
“Well, I don’t like being ignored.”
“So it seems.” He smiled insincerely and went back to eati
ng.
She stamped her foot. “Dammit, Gastien! Why aren’t you interested in me?”
“I simply have no interest in virgins.” He looked away and continued to eat.
“Maybe I am not a virgin! Have you thought of that?” she retorted.
Gastien laughed. “You don’t act like one, that is for sure. Still, I have no doubt you are a virgin. Not a lady, true, but still…you have not been popped yet,” he said vulgarly.
Face flaming, she drew in her breath. “What an awful way to describe it! You are disgusting!”
“I just don’t fit in to your class, Véronique. In my world, we can be quite crude. Although, you forget your class quite often and stoop to my level! Don’t you like me talking about your cherry? You certainly have offered it to me enough,” he challenged.
“I just don’t like the terminology. It is awful sounding.”
“Well, sorry,” he said sarcastically. “How about if I said that no one has pounded the hell out of your chatte yet? Is that better?” She slapped him. He turned white. “That, my dear, was a very stupid thing to do. I would not suggest doing it again.” He stood up.
“Oh? Well, you deserved it. What would you do anyway? A gentleman never hits a lady.”
“True enough. Are you willing to assume that I am a gentleman, and try it again?” He stared at her coldly. She went to slap him again, but he grabbed her hand. Again, just like months before, there was fire. They both felt it. He smiled at her nastily. “You feel it, too, don’t you? Poor little virgin. All worked up, with no one to pop her.” He clicked his tongue.
“You bastard! There are plenty of men who would jump at the chance! There are suitors here all of the time making asses of their selves over me!”
Gastien raised an eyebrow. “Well, pick one! Any man will do! Mon Dieu, get it over and done with! You need a long, hard bite inside of you, I think, to make you a little more amiable.”
“I don’t want to just pick one, dammit!” She was fuming. Why did he have to be so impossible?
“Well, then go play with yourself. Do something to calm your hysteria down.” He started to leave.
“Gastien, I want you!” He turned and looked at her. “There. Are you happy? I said it, for the hundredth time! I want you to be the one.”
“Don’t play with me, Véronique. It is almost time for me to be gone from here, so I can very easily give you what you are asking for and be on my way. Make no mistake, though, it would be nothing even close to love. Is that what you want? A quick fuck your first time, with a man that forgets you as soon as he pulls it out?”
“Oh, you won’t forget me, Gastien. I know that. We will be too good together.”
He laughed loudly this time. “Oh, poor Véronique! You have way over valued yourself! I have had hot sex so many times I have lost count. You will not be any more special than the others. Less so, because you won’t know how to please me. But, if you want mine that badly, then I will gladly give it to you. Just remember, I won’t be gentle, and I won’t want seconds.”
“We will see.”
He looked at her disinterestedly. “Be in my bed tonight by ten o’clock. I may be on time, I may not be. It depends upon what I find to do in the 6th. Regardless, be there and don’t leave. When I am ready, I will return. When I do, I will give you exactly what you have been asking for over the last ten months.”
“But – “
“Take it or leave it, Véronique,” Gastien said brusquely as he walked away.
That afternoon he painted with the whole family present and totally ignored Véronique. She was livid. How dare he think he could treat her that way! She was not about to show up at ten o’clock or any other time!
She came by after dinner to tell him exactly what she thought of him. He was already gone. That man made her so crazy! Yet, she found him immensely attractive. There was something dangerous, something tainted about him. She had no idea what he had been doing with the rest of the family, but she could sense he knew things about sex most didn’t. His eyes, the way his lips looked, the hair…even the way he moved. It brought out desires in her no virgin should even know about. She knew from staring at him down there that he was not small. Was she a fool to entice such a man for her first time?
Well, it did not matter. He had demanded ten o’clock tonight or nothing. She was not about to let him boss her like that. Nonetheless, she found herself constantly looking at the clock all evening. Her parents were out at some old party for the night. Vivienne had retired early, claiming a headache.
XII
Finally, at a quarter to ten, she left the main house, just to go for a walk. She had bathed earlier, telling herself that it was for church that she was cleaning up. Gastien was not home. Trying the door, she found it unlocked and walked in. Almost in spite of herself, she undressed. Véronique looked at herself in the mirror. As she expected, the sight was lovely. Tonight she would finally have the man she desired. Véronique climbed into Gastien’s bed.
As time went by, she was getting agitated. It was now eleven o’clock. Agitation turned to anger. Did this mean so little to him? She should just leave. Why humiliate herself? As Véronique stood up to get dressed, she heard a cabriolet pull up. The cabriolet must contain Gastien. Sure enough, in the door he came, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he had invited her to bed.
“Oh! Véronique!” He stared. “Well, well. How lovely you look naked! However, I do believe that I asked you to be in my bed, what are you doing just standing there?”
“I was getting ready to get dressed and leave, you thoughtless bastard! How dare you make me wait!” she hissed.
“Ah. Well, I told you I might be late. I was busy. Sorry. But, as you can see if you look where you are usually staring, you have my attention now.” He moved closer. “Want to touch it?” he asked boldly.
Her eyes could not resist, she had to look down at him. When she saw the bulge she was both impressed and somewhat scared. Maybe she should wait. He looked awfully big! As her eyes met his, she swallowed hard.
“Frightened, chèri? Afraid you offered something you aren’t prepared to deliver?” he questioned softly. No answer. “Well, how about this? If you are having second thoughts, I have no problem with you leaving right now. I already had one woman tonight, and I am no rapist.” He smiled insincerely. “Your choice.” He raised an eyebrow, gesturing to the door.
“You WHAT?” Véronique was sickened and angry. The nerve of this man! Still, perhaps she misheard. “You already had a woman? And now you want to use it on me?” She sounded shocked and ready to erupt.
“Sure. Is that an issue? Because, as I said, you can leave.” Gastien yawned.
“I can’t believe you would stick your dirty bite in me! Are you that crude?” She was flabbergasted at his arrogant rudeness. Didn’t he realize what class she belonged to?
“Oh, I can wash it first. Here, let me.” He walked into the bathroom and washed, leaving the door open. He was buttoned back up when he came out. “Ok? Nice and clean. Now, what is your decision? I am tired, so I don’t have all night. Do you want me to pop you, or do you want to go?” He walked over and held open the door.
I should leave, she thought, how can I stay and allow this? But I want him badly and he will be gone soon. I want to know what someone like him does to a woman. He is so wild looking! Licking her lips, she met his gaze evenly.
“I will stay.”
He smiled. “Fine. Then come over here and undo my trousers.”
“Aren’t you going to at least undress?” He can’t be that awful, she thought.
“Why? I told you I am tired. This won’t take long.”
She would be damned if she was going to let him know he was belittling her. She walked over and unbuttoned him.
“Take it out!” he commanded.
She reached in, brought it out, and then she WAS scared. Merde! What was she going to do with that inside her? Gastien picked her up, hauling her over to the table. “Bend over.”
“Bend over, Véronique. Or leave.”
She turned and bent over.
“Pull down your undergarment, and then lift your skirts.”
“Enculé!” she spat.
“Well, non, I was not going to use your derriere…although, if you wish…
“NON!”
“Very well. Then watch your choice of words, cheri. I try to give a woman exactly what she asks for.”
Gastien flicked his index finger on her bud. “Hold yourself apart for me.”
Horribly embarrassed, Véronique looked over her shoulder at him, imploringly. “Can’t you be kinder?”
Gastien yawned again. “Véronique, either hold yourself apart or find someone else to do the deed.” She reached around to do so.
Using one hand to cover her mouth, he used his other to push his bite into her chatte, not stopping when he felt her maidenhead. He simply pushed harder and broke through. Véronique was crying, but Gastien did not stop. Once he was fully in, he started to move, not giving her a chance to get used to him inside of her. He kept thrusting, increasing the speed.
All of a sudden, she was moving with him. Mon Dieu! It was fire! He was not expecting such a blaze. The two of them were like animals in heat, and as he climaxed, she did too.
Heart pounding, Gastien slumped over her trying to get his breath back. Sweet Jesus, he did not expect that! She was breathing as hard as he was. He slid out, turned her around, and looked down at her.
“I am not tired anymore, chèri. I was wrong, it won’t be just once. Let’s get in bed.”
They spent the night locked in passion. By the time morning came, there was not a position Véronique did not know. Gastien wondered if he would ever be ready again.
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