by Terri Pray
“Perhaps you should have grabbed her when you had the chance, though I doubt you have what it takes to turn a woman with her spirit into an obedient slave.”
The gloved hand shot into her hair, grasping it, twisting until she cried out in pain.
“Don't insult me Davien. I know exactly how to treat a woman.”
“So show me.”
No, this wasn't to show Davien. She was no fool, no matter what others might think. Her blonde hair did not denote a lack of intelligence and it didn't take much to realize this was about showing her just what she had avoided.
The Raven tugged on her hair, forcing her around as his free hand pulled her closer by pressing against her back. She struggled to keep hold of her stays, covering her breasts as best as she could. Fire burned in her cheeks, coloring them deeply, a blush that soon crept down over her throat and down to the curves of her breasts.
“Such a pretty lass. You could have been over my horse in a heartbeat, but now you're in the hands of that English man instead.”
She pressed her lips tightly together.
“I recall such a willing response to my kiss, do ye still act so or have you learned to improve your kisses my lass?”
His lass? She wasn't his. She'd never been his except in those terrible dreams.
“She's forbidden to speak at this time.”
“Ah, then I'll not bother with soft words any longer.”
The Raven looked down at the woman in his grasp, his dark eyes shone, the tri-corn and black cloth covered his face, hiding him from view. He tipped her back a little further until he supported her weight with the hand against her back. He released the grip in her hair and pulled down the cloth from about his lips.
Before she had the chance to react he closed the gap, forcing his lips against hers in a harsh, brutal kiss. She whimpered, struggling to keep her lips closed even as he pressed between them with the tip of his tongue. His fingers dug into her back, forcing a gasp of pain, just enough to ensure his entrance into her mouth.
She didn't want to react to him but her body had other ideas.
He stroked between her lips, searching within her mouth, teasing her tongue with his until she moaned and pressed against him. Her nipples crinkled, her grip on her stay's faltered as she tried to hold onto her senses. There was nothing she could do but surrender to his kiss. Warmth flushed through her core, coating her inner walls with a need she was all too familiar with.
He tugged her closer, biting her bottom lip as he broke the kiss. “Well now you have learned a little more since that time in the barn. What else can you do slut? Has he taught you to take a cock in your mouth? Oh that is too easy, and your sweet little cunt has been well used that is a given. But what about your ass?”
She whimpered, shaking her head quickly. He couldn't do that. She wouldn't let him, Davien wouldn't let him. He had no right to even attempt such a thing.
“You have oil?”
“Spit will work.” The Raven replied.
“No, it would leave her damaged and I cannot permit that. Oil or you wait.”
“Is that what your game is, Davien?” The Raven growled and pushed her away with a shove so hard it sent her tumbling to the floor.
“What game?”
She looked up, grasping onto her stays, even from the ground she could see the cold, cruel smile he wore.
“Put the woman in front of me, tempt me, then say no.”
“I simply told you not that, not under these circumstances.”
No, there was more to it than that. A game, some sick, twisted little game Davien was playing. A power struggle, and she was just something to taunt the Raven with. She edged back along the ground, holding her stays over her breasts.
“No, I don't think so. I know you and your kind Lord Blood. Well, you've picked the wrong man for your games this time. You want to play it over the wench, so be it. She has the capacity for pain, good, lets see just how deep that runs. A night with me and... ”
“You think I'd be foolish enough to let the Raven, a highway man, wander off with my property? Oh no, I don't think so. I'd never see her again and I doubt you'd be happy with the idea of your first time with her taking place in front of me, not after today.”
“And just how do you plan on stopping me from taking her myself? Do you really think I need her to be in my grasp for a time in order to manage that? I could take her any time I so wish. A moment when you least expect it and she'll be naked at my feet begging to lick at my boots.”
There it was, the Irish temper she knew so well. The need to destroy anything that stood in his way. She'd seen it before all too often with those she'd grown up with but here, now, she saw it with a man who was willing do prove he could take what he wanted no matter the cost.
“My men are in calling range, Raven, and I'm not stupid. I have not come here unarmed. So yes, I can stop you.”
The Raven's hand moved to the butt of his flintlock then away from it. “Not here, not now, but I'll come for her if for no other reason than to teach you how foolish it is to cross me. If it means taking the wench from you then so be it!”
Just a pawn to both men, a way of showing one was better than the other? Celeste hissed and pushed to her feet, staring at the two men. She wanted a moment where she could scream at them, tell them to fight over something else, to stop treating her like this, but she was still bound by Davien's order to silence.
It didn't stop her from wanting to smack both of them across the face either.
“Then I'll look forward to that time Raven. It will be interesting to see which of us turns out to be the better man.”
The Raven turned and pulled the cloth fully back over his lips. Even with the cloth down she had not been able to get more than a passing glimpse of his face. The tri-corn, the coat, the shadows that fell about his face had all worked their magic to cover his true identity. Not that it mattered. Davien would know, he had to have known in order to arrange the meeting.
She tried closing her eyes, committing what little she had seen to her memory. His full lips, the feel of his body against hers, the smell of him all horses, leather and sweat. The darkness in his gaze bored into her memory and, yes, that she would recall for as long as she lived, but would it be enough to help her when the time came?
“Get out of here, Lord Blood. Before I decide that putting a ball between your eyes would be amusing.”
“Ordering me around are you, Raven? Not a wise idea. Still I believe you understand the message. I don't fear you, I don't take kindly to you poaching on my land and if I find out you've done it again then I'll take pains to hunt you down myself. Is that clear?”
“I believe a couple of things have become very clear to me, Lord Blood. Enjoy the season, it might well be your last.”
He turned, striding from the clearing without so much as a backwards glance towards either the trembling woman or the confident man.
“Get dressed Celeste, the business here is done.”
She nodded and reached for her corset, without aid all she could do was semi tighten it. Perhaps enough to see her through the coach ride back to his house. Not that it mattered, no one else would know how loose it was.
“And you may speak again.”
“Thank you master.” Celeste gave up with the corset and slipped it back down her thighs before picking up the dress. Without aid it was pointless to wrestle with the contraption and being new to them she had yet to master the skill of putting them on alone.
“He'll come for you.”
She glanced up at Davien, then back towards the trees. “Yes, he will.”
“When he does I'll be ready for him.”
“I know, and so does he.” She turned to look back at the man who owned her. “This was all about angering him wasn't it?”
“And reminding him not to over step his boundaries. I have no problems with the man earning a living but my lands are out of bounds to him. He used to respect that.”
“And tak
ing me?”
“Was something I planned on doing from the moment I laid eyes on you, Celeste. Annoying The Raven, that was merely an added benefit.” He smiled and straightened his coat before reaching for her arm.
“What if I don't like being used like that?”
His fingers tightened on her arm. “I wasn't aware you were given a choice.”
“No master. I know I wasn't.” She looked down at the fingers that grasped her arm. “Forgive me please. It just angered me. I... ”
“Indeed, you forgot your place for a moment. However this once I will over look it. But only this once. Fail to recall your place again with me and I will send you to the first party of the season with your ass tanned so deeply that you will be unable to sit.” His grip tightened, his fingers dug into her arm until she whimpered.
“I'm... ”
“I know.” He shook his head and finally let go of her arm. “Back to the carriage my slut. There is a lot to tend to before tomorrow night.”
She glanced back one last time towards the trees and the darkness that now hid the Raven. All those dreams, the safe times she had enjoyed with him, gone, destroyed. She should never have allowed them to exist in the first place. He was cruel, evil, no better than Davien from this encounter with him. In fact he was worse than Davien, at least her owner took pains to protect her body and keep her in such a manner where she would heal quickly.
She might only be a slave to him, a toy, but she was one he took care of. He could have stripped her and taken her on the downed trunk, but there were other concerns now and such foolishness might have endangered his property. Not something a man like Davien would do.
Celeste smiled.
The Raven would try and cause trouble, but Davien would be able to handle that. It couldn't have been the first time he'd dealt with trouble makers so a small matter of a highwayman trying to flex his muscles would be nothing to him.
Strange how things could change so quickly.
He'd turned from hero to a problem in the blink of an eye.
Celeste shook her head and turned towards the carriage.
The season awaited her and so did her master...
THE END
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