by Rye Hart
I planted a soft kiss on her shoulder, and she stirred. As she rolled over, I noticed her wince.
“How are you feeling?” I brushed her hair softly away from her face.
“Like I was run over by a semi.”
I stifled a chuckle as she sat up.
“Was it so bad?”
“No, it wasn’t. I mean, it hurt a little at first, but then—wow. I didn’t know that an orgasm could feel that good.”
“That was nothing; they’ll get better, I promise. Do you feel like having a bite? I ordered brunch, and it should be ready for us.” I had all our meals scheduled and hoped that if she ate she’d keep her energy up. She was going to need it.
“I could eat. I was so nervous I didn’t eat well the past few days.”
“Which is why you’re so worn out. It’s important to keep your energy up. How about a nice, hot shower and I’ll take you down after?” I took her hand and helped her to her feet.
“That sounds amazing.” She stretched and then I walked to her to the bathroom where I allowed her privacy as she showered. I went to the other bathroom across the hall and did the same. Normally I’d share a shower with her, but since she was sore and had bled, I figured she’d need a moment alone. When I was done, I went back across the hall to my bedroom and found her waiting. She’d cleaned up and wore another dress as I requested.
“I’m starved.” She hurried to my side, and I walked her down the long staircase. “You should have an elevator installed.” We had only made it halfway down.
“It’s good for us and will keep us in shape. I had considered an elevator, but then, figured it would take away the fun of the castle experience.”
“True. What will we do after we eat?” She kept her head down, and I knew that things had been rough on her, so I had a feeling she was asking because she thought I’d want to have sex again very soon.
“I thought I’d show you around a bit and then take you to the gallery.”
Her eyes lit with surprise, and she smiled. “That would be amazing, thank you.”
It was a refreshing feeling to know she actually cared about the castle. Most of the others had only seen the kitchen and the bedroom and some of my living quarters. I’d never taken anyone over to the gallery and had only used the room for a personal relaxation room.
We entered the kitchen, and I took her to a small table I’d had brought in especially for me and my guests to eat.
“This is where you have all your meals?” She looked around and lowered herself into one of the tall-back chairs. “No offense, but this is a bit off-scale considering the furniture you have in the main room.”
“I like to be intimate when I eat. I’ll show you what I mean when I take you around. The dining hall is monstrous. The chairs are so massive that it’s like eating on a throne.”
“Aren’t you king of this castle?” She met my eyes and with a narrowed look.
“You have to ask?” Her cheeks reddened, and she was distracted as my cook placed our brunch before us. I had ordered us both an egg white omelet and toast, and she quickly dug into hers, taking healthy bites and only stopped long enough to gulp down her orange juice.
She glanced up and caught me watching. “I’m sorry, I must look like a pig. It’s just that I don’t usually have time to eat, so I tend to eat fast.”
“You can take your time. It’s not going anywhere, and there are no tables to wait on and no one to take care of. Enjoy.” I wondered what it was like to constantly have to look after others. I’d been fortunate that I hadn’t had to take care of anyone, which the more I thought about it, was sad.
“I’ve done it all so long that I’m not sure how to stop worrying about others. It’s all I can do not to cut your omelet up for you. Or to bring you a second helping. Lately, it’s been a bit different with my father in the home, but it got so bad that he couldn’t be alone while I worked and the lady that used to sit with him is in bad health too.”
“It sounds like you’ve never really taken a minute for yourself.” I couldn’t help but admire her, and it wasn’t the first time she’d surprised me. She wasn’t like the other type I’d brought here. Her looks, while beautiful like theirs, were more wholesome and her naivety didn’t dumb her down or make her a bitch like it had some of the women. She was mature and caring, without a selfish bone in her body. I had to remind myself not to get to wrapped up in her.
I’d never been so interested or intrigued before, and I couldn’t let that get in the way of what I had going for me. I’d carefully laid out all the rules and planned these trips to treat myself, and as much as I liked her, it couldn’t be more. I had to stick to the arrangements.
We finished our meals and then I led her through the castle and then out into the courtyard. The sunlight hit her face, and as she closed her eyes and tilted her head up as if basking in it, I knew I was in trouble. Not only was she the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, but I could see myself caring about her.
I held her hand all the way across the courtyard, where she stopped and smelled every flower we passed.
She touched her nose to one bright red rose. “I’ve never smelled anything so sweet. Did you plant these?” She closed her eyes and savored it.
“No, they were here when I bought the place. I hired a gardener to keep all the plants and flowers. No telling how long some of them have been around.” I pinched off a red bloom and handed it to her. “Now you can take that scent with you.” She put her nose to the flower once more, and I noticed the color matched her lips.
We walked hand in hand to the other tower, and once we went inside, I led her down the long hallway on the main floor to the gallery.
As she walked into the room, I heard a gasp as she held her heart. “It’s breathtaking.” She took off, walking to the far side of the room by one of the large windows and stood looking up at the highest hung paintings. “Your mother painted some of these?”
“I keep hers mixed with the others, all but for this one.” I walked to the simple still-life painting my mother had done of a fruit basket when I was a child, and she walked across the room to join me. “It’s not her best, but I remember her painting this one. I was one of her last. We’d gone to the market down the street from our home where she’d chosen the fruits by their colors.” I pointed to the one, empty banana peel next to the bowl. “I ate that on the way home.”
She met my eyes with a smile. “That’s a sweet memory. And she was really good. Hers is better than most of these. The colors are so much more vibrant, yet the strokes, it gives it that classic look. Like it was painted a century ago.”
She stared closely at the painted as if taking in every stroke. “Show me more of her work.”
“How about you see if you can find them. Stand here and see if you can point them out.” I pointed to a place in the middle of the room, and she looked at the paintings with a finger curled to her lips.
Then suddenly, she took off toward one. “That one, there. Is that you?”
“No, it’s actually my father when he was a boy. She painted it from a photograph. She wasn’t happy with the outcome, so she rarely painted portraits.”
“She should have done more. She was good at them.”
“I agree. And you have a good eye.” I waited as she stepped back and chose another painting, and we spent another few hours lounging around the room and playing the game. And all I could think about was how special she was.
Damnit Chance, what are you doing?
CHAPTER EIGHT - CARRIE
I woke to him stirring beside me. It had been two days since I’d lost my virginity and other than holding my hand and stealing a few kisses as we lounged in the gallery, Chance had not tried to take advantage of our sexual arrangement. I assumed that maybe I hadn’t been very good, or that perhaps he was giving me time to heal. I was sore from his intrusion, and while I was thankful for the break, I wondered if it would only hurt again and again each time.
I also couldn’t he
lp but wonder if he’d continue to be gentle, which was nice, but some of my urges had me wishing that he’d be a little more aggressive. I could take it, but I was sure if I suggested, he’d be upset. He’d been very particular that things be in his time and his way, and I had a feeling he’d already had to change his rules because of my virginity.
I got up and headed to the shower, hoping to let the steam wake me up, but then he appeared in the doorway on the other side of the frosted glass. Though his image was distorted, I could tell what he was doing as he took off his shorts and approached. He opened the door and stepped inside.
The shower was big enough for at least four people, and I wondered if he’d ever filled it to capacity. He seemed like the kind of man who could satisfy multiple women, and had a time or two.
I knew better than to protest, and as my eyes trailed up and down his body, I didn’t mind. He was a work of art, and after seeing so many of the paintings in the gallery, the nudes of angels, and the loin-clothed warriors, he had them all beat.
“I hope you don’t mind me joining you.” He stepped up behind me, and his cock brushed against my lower back.
“Of course not.”
“I’ve given you a couple of days, but I’m afraid I can’t wait much longer to have you again, Carrie.” He brought his arms around my waist and pulled me closer and bent his knees so that his cock slipped between my legs and he ground his hips against me. “I’ll be gentle,” he whispered.
I let my head fall to the side as his mouth pressed against my neck and walked us forward to the wall, where I put my hands up to steady myself. “I don’t think I want you to be too gentle.”
He stopped, his body seeming to tighten behind me. “If you’re absolutely sure I don’t have to be.”
“I’m sure.” I knew what I was asking and the consequences, but I wanted to be taken harder. I wanted to experience all I could with him during my time. “I’m sorry about the other day. I want to be better for you.”
“You were amazing the other day.” He kissed my neck and trailed his mouth down my back and knelt down, parting my ass cheeks. Suddenly his tongue darted, and he licked my little star, causing me to tighten.
“I’m not ready for that.” I pulled away, and he turned me around and licked my slit.
“I know. But you will be before you leave, so I like to train it a bit. You’ll appreciate it later, trust me.” He lapped at my front and the little bare cleft between my legs, and then he parted my folds and exposed my clit. His mouth closed on me, and he nibbled and sucked, causing me to grip his hair and hold him on me as I clenched. A wave of ecstasy washed over me, and he looked up into my eyes as he slipped two thick fingers inside me. “Mm. You’re already so wet; I think you’re ready.”
My need was so great that I pulled him up and gripped his waist, hitching my leg up around him. I wanted him inside me, filling me up and easing the growing tingle between my legs.
He responded to my actions with his own, and he placed his hand on my hip and then aimed his cock for my entrance. “I’m going to put you on the wall and the fuck you hard. Do you want that, angel?”
“Yes, please.” My feet left the floor, and suddenly my back was against the wall, and my legs were wrapped around his hips clenching tight to keep from falling even though he had me safe in his arms.
In another moment, he pressed inside me, finding a bit of resistance because his cock was so wide inside my tight walls. But after a moment I relaxed and settled around him as he began to fuck me. “You feel so fucking good on my cock, angel. How do you feel?”
“It’s so good; I want it harder.” I closed my eyes and focused on where he was and how it felt, the intensity increasing as he obliged and rocked his hips in a faster rhythm.
“You like that?”
I could barely speak for the panting, but I wanted him to know how much I loved it. “Yes, fuck me like that.”
“I love hearing you beg like a little slut. I’m going to make you into a wanton whore. You’ll wake up begging for it. Tell me you’ll be a good girl, angel.”
“I’ll be your good girl.” He hitched me up against him and turned me to a different wall, still pumping his cock steadily into my tight channel.
“That’s what I want to hear, Carrie. That you’ll be mine and let me use you any way I see fit.”
Two days ago, the thought of that had terrified me, but now I was well on my way to being his, and I loved it. “I am your good girl.”
“Fuck yes. I’m going to fill you with my cum and claim you, angel. Are you going to let me take this little pussy any way I want to?”
He ground his hips against me as I cried out, another orgasm ripping from me, breaking me apart around him.
“Yes! Oh God, yes,” I screamed.
“That’s right, Carrie. Come all over me.” He gripped my hair and pulled my head back as he kissed my breasts, his mouth closing on my tight nipple and sucking so hard I felt it pinch in my pussy. The tingle was growing painful, but there was enough pleasure that I craved more and more.
I quivered around him and felt the way my pussy tightened to milk him. He moaned as it happened and slowed his pace, giving a curse under his breath each time. “You bad little girl, trying to make me come now. Greedy, greedy.” He laughed and hitched me up, and instead of taking me back to the other wall of the shower, he turned off the water and took me, dripping wet from head to toe, to his bed.
He lay down on top of me, lifted my legs up over his shoulders, and then he drove into me hard. I screamed out, and he covered my mouth, fucking me harder and harder. “You wanted it rough, didn’t you? Tell me how bad you want it.”
He uncovered my mouth, and I tried to speak, but my panting was too far out of control. I felt like I was going to rip in half and die of bliss.
“I want it so bad.” I struggled to get the words out, and he leaned forward, gripping my legs and pushing them up toward me until I folded in half.
Suddenly, his body lurched, and he ground into me, holding still as his cock, which seemed to have a mind of its own, twitched inside me, and the warm tingle of his release poured into me.
“That’s a good girl. I want you to clean this cock for me, now. Suck it nice and slow until it’s hard again.” He lifted me up on my elbows and straddled my chest, aiming his cock for my mouth. “You wanted it this way, Carrie. Remember that.”
I had too. I opened my mouth and took his cock inside. I sucked and licked as he hovered over me. I could taste both of our orgasms on him and found it incredibly sexy.
He really was going to turn me into his greedy little whore.
CHAPTER NINE - CHANCE
Her stamina had improved greatly since the first time, and though I’d wanted to take things slow with her, I couldn’t help but oblige her wishes. She’d asked for it nice and hard, and I was going to give it to her, though I did still find myself holding back. I’d fucked the others so hard they’d begged me to stop and then begged for more all in one breath. As she nursed my cum-soaked cock, sucking it clean from its semihard state, I noticed how much more she was enjoying the pleasure and allowing it to consume her.
Once my cock was clean and throbbing with a full erection, I stood. It was time I showed her another one of my tricks. I reached into the drawer beside by bed and pulled out some padded cuff restraints. Her eyes widened and she licked her lips.
“What are those for?” she asked.
“Did I give you permission to ask questions?” I said.
“No, sir,” she answered.
“Get on all fours,” I commanded.
She gave me a fearful look, and I knew she was scared of me using her ass, so I decided it was time to end that fear. I needed her comfortable for me to do whatever I pleased.
After securing her wrists to the headboard with the cuffs, I parted her cheeks and pressed my thumb hard against her tight little hole. She clenched and leaned away. “You’re going to learn to trust me now, Carrie. I’m going to take your as
s soon, but I want you to know how good it can feel.”
“It will hurt.”
“Not if we train it. It won’t be any worse than the loss of your virginity. I’m going to insert a finger, and I don’t want you to clench.” I sucked my finger and then leaned over and licked her little tight spot. Then I pressed a finger, feeling her tighten.
“No.” I spanked her ass hard, and she whimpered. “Do not clench. Relax for me. I’ll tell you when it’s okay to clench. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. This is all for your pleasure, Carrie. You’ll see.” She nodded, and I wondered if she was on the verge of tears. “Speak to me, audible answers only.”
“Yes, sir.” Her voice was near breaking, and I shook my head, not at her crying, but that she didn’t trust me.
I slipped my finger inside, and she fought against clenching the best she could. “Now you can clench with it inside. It’s not so bad is it?”
“No, sir. It feels fine.”
“Good, now let me get something that’s going to help you even more.” I pulled away from her and reached into the little drawer beside the bed and pulled out the smallest anal plug that I owned. I kept a selection of new toys for each lady, and when their time was done, they could bring them home, including the life-size dildo that I’d had made from a mold of my cock.
Her eyes widened as she saw what I had. “You’re going to put that inside me?”
“It’s perfectly safe. I want to fuck you with it in, and then I want you to wear it a while.” She nodded her head again, and I cleared my throat.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” I released one had from the cuffs so she could roll onto her back, but left the other secured to the bed frame. I lubed up the plug and slipped it inside her tight hole, and when I brought her up to my hips, she moaned. “See, it won’t hurt. I won’t do anything to hurt you, Carrie.”