She had been taught well how to act when a man
took her; she must always pretend he was handsome, amazing, and so big. It had all seemed so overwhelming, although now she giggled with the thought of a man’s vanity in the bedroom. She had been so embarrassed at first during her initial instructions. Everything was explained in graphic
detail, but she soon overcame her apprehension as she put her newfound skills to work on Tyr.
He had been so patient, so tender while she had
attempted to arouse him with her clumsy fingers, her too tight grasp, and one wayward knee episode she was grateful he had laughed over while holding his private parts and rolling about the bed while she cringed in frustration. She had bumped his nose while trying to figure out how to tilt her head just so, and banged her forehead against his while attempting to suck an earlobe.
She blushed crimson, wanting to forget the episode of the strawberry she coerced past his lips while he lay on the bed, then almost choked him by accident when she dropped it down his throat. Frantically, she had thumped him on the back. He forgave her mistakes and taught her his own style of loving. His lingering deep kisses left her breathless while his tongue taught hers to intertwine, his hands made her dance in a way no uplifting song could ever achieve.
She never had to pretend with him, he really was
amazing. She was his, she belonged to him, and she wanted him. Carrie didn’t know when it had happened, but she knew in her heart she really wanted to stay with him. She wanted to be with him forever; she wanted his children, and she wanted desperately for him to love her.
She waited with bated breath as his eyes slowly
fluttered open. It never ceased to amaze her how one so strong and powerful could seem so vulnerable in those precious moments between wakefulness and sleep. He smiled lazily at her before he rolled over her. He grasped her bottom to him. In a moment he had her on her back and he entered her.
Carrie moaned deep in her throat; her knees rose
high to accommodate him. She was tight, but ready for him. Maggie had warned her to use the oils they had at their disposal liberally, never knowing when she might be cornered and pounced upon.
Tyr groaned, removing himself completely, and then plunged once more. Carrie arched her back, meeting his thrust. Her hand clasped his broad back, drawing him near.
“You feel so good,” Tyr murmured. His fist locked around a generous amount of her hair, pulling her closer.
Carrie quivered as he plunged again, only harder; the strength and depth at which he collided with her sounded like a small clap of thunder.
“You feel so powerful,” she gasped.
Tyr stilled his movements suddenly. His gaze as he looked down on her was wounded. Carrie studied him with concern.
“Tyr?”
“It’s a phrase Maggie has taught you.”
“It’s a true statement. You are very powerful; you are the most remarkable man I have ever met.” She
watched his expression for a moment as he pondered her words.
“Tyr?”
“Yes?”
“I do want you. Maggie can teach me the words, but she can’t make me feel them. Only you can do that for me, only you have ever done that for me.”
Tyr looked at her with amazement although, sadly, Carrie could tell he was skeptical.
“Please make love to me,” Carrie begged, then bit her lip. She saw him frown. Another phrase Maggie taught. Feeling frustrated, Carrie didn’t know what else to say or how to say it without sounding like she had been schooled. Her face brightened with her own idea. “Fine then…pump your love toy into my toy chest!”
Tyr looked so outrageously surprised she laughed.
Soon he was laughing with her.
“All right, I admit I’ve never heard that particular expression from any of the women here,” Tyr admitted. “Toy chest?”
“I improvised.”
Tyr chuckled again. Once more he began to move within her. Carrie was elated. She had convinced him she wanted him, not because she was supposed to, but because she did.
Tyr moved over her body like a gentle wave rolling upon the shoreline. His warm kisses were sweet, trailing over her neck, face, and shoulders. His
words were coaxing endearments of love. His hands drifted over her as though he were stroking delicate petals.
But Carrie wanted more. She didn’t want him to be tame, knowing his careful caresses were for her sake. She loved his tenderness, but was in no mood for it. But she was at a loss. Maggie had taught her how to beg for a merciful act of intercourse, not initiate an act of wanton, lust-filled abandonment.
Her frustration mounted with each sweet stroke. Her hands were pulling on his arms, her hips thrusting harder to meet his. Still he remained the essence of kindness and consideration. Carrie lay beneath him feeling a frown narrow her eyebrows; her forehead scrunched. She may as well be counting sheep! How on earth did you make a man take you with heated passion, brutality if you will, when he seemed content to be lazy? She felt her dilemma would drive her crazy.
Tyr began to move faster and her hopes soared.
He slipped in and out until she realized he would climax soon while she lay needing more. Carrie decided she deserved more; if she were to be his slave and available to him whenever he wanted her she should get something out of it! When next he removed himself to plunge, she wiggled out from under him.
Tyr watched her with surprise. Her breathing was
rapid as she rose to her knees before him, urging him
onto his own. She coaxed him to kiss her; she teased his erection with her fingers, sliding over him, then retreating. She touched for a brief moment before changing to caress his chest. Her mouth moved over him in fiery hot kisses, tasting, taunting, retreating, then moving against him in a sultry fashion. Her hand fastened onto his behind while she rubbed herself against him.
She could see Tyr’s confusion and felt her own
build, not knowing how to get what she wanted. Her heart fell, and she pulled away from him, wondering what else to do, feeling as though she were blundering her way through some stupid high school exam she would never get right, and she groaned in frustration and embarrassment.
With shocked surprise she felt Tyr’s hands grip her harshly. His tender look was replaced by a predatory, piercing glare. Her eyes widened with some distress as she found herself thrown belly down beneath him.
“Tyr, wait!” she cried, wondering if she had
angered him.
“Oh no, little one, you wanted this,” he declared. He shoved a pillow under her hips to raise her for
his pleasure; he grabbed her wrists in one large hand,
holding them behind her back. He pressed her down, pinning her in place. She screamed when he entered her. His hips collided with her behind as he penetrated her oiled heat. She gasped in a great gulp of air.
She remembered feeling extremely vulnerable when he had first taken her like this, but he had sensed her fear and had been patient. He was no longer patient. He removed himself and thrust again. She was prepared this time and whimpered, choking on her expelled air.
“Tyr!”
“I will take you as I wish.” “Yes, Tyr,” she sobbed.
“You belong to me and me alone!”
“I am yours, I am yours,” she cried out, sobbing. He felt so powerful, so huge, so wonderful, and so amazingly male she wanted him desperately. She begged for him to have mercy when she knew he would show none.
Time stood still as they gave and took from one another. His thrusts gained momentum and she knew if he hadn’t held tight she would have fallen from the bed. There was no fear of that; he had her in a death grip. Her cheek pressed hard to the sheets and her teeth clamped down onto a piece of the comforter to muffle her screams. She didn’t think he would stop if she howled too loudly but she wasn’t going to take the chance.
She loved the way he felt, she loved the way he made her feel. Her
eyes alternated from squeezing closed to opening wide as he crashed within her, until she could control her need to remain silent no more. She dragged in a haphazard breath and screamed his
name so loudly she felt certain all within the compound could hear, but she didn’t care. She craved his power, glorified in his dominance, until finally he collapsed over top of her. Both gasped in huge amounts of air, struggling to breathe.
Tyr rolled to his side with a satisfied groan, Carrie’s hands dropped to the bed once released; she remained motionless. Tyr turned her within his arms. He kissed at her wet cheeks. He buried his face in her hair, cuddling her head to his chest.
“I love you, Tyr.”Carrie blinked rapidly; she gazed
with wonder upon his face. She swallowed hard. She loved him! She really loved him! She would be forever safe sequestered within these walls while Tyr was here to defend her. She kissed him, feeling frantic, wanting him again, and again.
He laughed at her enthusiasm and kissed her
back.
* * * *
“Please don’t leave me,” Carrie whimpered up at
Tyr.
Tyr had told her he needed to leave on assignment. He looked into her agonized, terrified expression. She was sobbing uncontrollably, clutching at his hands. She pressed her shaking body against him, begging for him to remain with her. Her face had paled a sickening grayish color as she battled her great fear, and lost.
“Please, Tyr, keep me safe. I love you. I want you
to stay with me forever. I need you. I’ll be too frightened to be here alone without you to guard me.”
Tyr could see Seth watching the exchange from a short distance, scowling at him. “Tyr, why are you not taking control of her? Can you not see she is hysterical and in danger of harming herself? Where is her inhaler?” Seth shook his head and grumbled.
“It’s in the room I use, on the hutch.”
“It is your responsibility to make certain she has access to it when needed!” Seth snapped.
Tyr knew he was right; the women were not allowed clothing with pockets. Bulges detracted from their natural beauty, and no woman was given the opportunity to conceal weapons or vials.
Seth approached Carrie with a small glass of water. He directed her to sit on a small couch. Though in an emotional upheaval, Tyr knew she would never disobey a direct command, though her pleading expression remained trained on him as sobs choked her. She was battling to breathe, and she was whimpering.
Carrie dutifully drank down the small glass of water Seth handed her and demanded she drink. She choked, but managed to down the contents. Tyr took note of her hands pressing at her chest. Her pain was unmistakable as a telltale wheeze emanated from within her breast, gaining in intensity, and he wondered if he should run for her puffer.
“Tyr,” she whispered, reaching for him with a shaking hand, deciding for him.
“Tyr, come and hold her on your lap while she
calms,” Seth ordered.
Tyr lifted Carrie to him, refusing to sit, but gave a sidelong, skeptical glance to Seth, wondering how he knew she would calm. Seth regarded him evenly. He then strolled to the small bar and rinsed out the glass thoroughly. Tyr sighed. Seth had drugged her. Poor Carrie. He knew Seth would expect him to leave once she slept. Perhaps it was for the best. But Tyr did not want to leave when she was so vulnerable.
“I will return before you know it, little one. Don’t
be afraid. I will only be gone a few weeks. Seth will protect you and keep you safe. Remember, he promised you could run. That is something to look forward to. The other women will keep you from becoming lonely. I will bring you back something special,” Tyr cajoled as he rocked her gently in his arms.
“You are special. I want you.”
Tyr buried his face in her hair. He didn’t want to leave her, but he needed to make arrangements for her new life. While holding her in his arms during the nights, he realized the battle he struggled with was not that he wanted to possess her, but that he had fallen in love with her. She needed her freedom. He would let her go, but he must make absolutely certain she would be safe in her new environment. It would
take careful and serious planning. If she were to ever be discovered...Tyr shuddered at the thought.
Carrie stilled within his arms. Her hands slipped
slowly from his shoulders to languish at her sides. Her eyes fluttered closed and her breathing deepened while her head pressed onto his chest. Tyr cuddled her tighter while still standing.
He wanted to ignore Seth when he moved before him, but reluctantly handed her over into his waiting arms. He wanted to run with her, but knew Roll was waiting to take him to his destination. It would be impossible to simply smuggle her away. He felt his jaw tighten with his frustration. Feeling helpless was a foreign feeling he disliked immensely and he vowed once Carrie was safe he would never be placed into such a vulnerable predicament again. He had some serious precision planning to accomplish and it would not happen if he remained here.
“It’s easier on her this way. In the future it will not be as hard when she realizes she will still be cared for even without your presence,” Seth said, while Tyr was unable to disguise his worried expression. “If for some reason you are unable to return, I will keep her. She will not be sold to another; she will be well cared for, my friend. You have my word.”
“Just remember your promise: no one is allowed
to touch her,” Tyr reminded him. His eyes narrowed into a threatening glance.
“I will grant you this request only once. She is
your first and she is still very inexperienced. But the second time you leave you must realize she will be introduced to my men after I am convinced she is well trained,” Seth said in his own underlining warning tone.
Tyr nodded in agreement. The next time he left he would be taking Carrie with him; no one would touch her. He ran his large, cool hand down the side of Carrie’s warm face and turned to leave. With determined strides he strode from the room, deciding this was for the best. It was for her own good. He knew Seth was a man of his word. No one would be allowed to command her services. No harm would come to her. He felt certain she was safe.
* * * *
Carrie woke. She glanced around her surroundings with trepidation. She was not in Tyr’s room. She sat up, taking in her quarters with interest, and noted Seth sitting at a huge, beautiful, solid oak desk, doing paperwork. She rose on quiet feet and stilled instantly as Seth’s eyes settled onto her.
“Do not leave the room,” he commanded sharply,
and went back to work, ignoring her.
Carrie took in her surroundings, awe-stricken. She had thought Tyr’s room was impressive. This room was beyond grand with a marble black and gold floor. Large, white fur rugs of incredible softness were strewn across the area almost haphazardly.
Eighteen foot ceilings with chandeliers glistened
spotlessly. A palm tree grew from the floor, bathed by a skylight. Sliding glass doors opened to a private, interlocking, light blue patio with white wicker furniture and a long, light blue padded swing. Statues and fountains dotted the large enclosed area impressively. Carrie gave her head a shake, wondering at the money this all must have cost.
She jumped as something she stepped on squeaked. Reaching down, she picked up a funny looking rag doll that made odd noises when she flipped it over.
“The toy belongs to Hannah, my daughter. She asked me to fix it for her. I am waiting for a replacement,” Seth said absently, his eyes never straying from his work.
“Don’t you worry about what you will tell Hannah about her mother and your relationship when she is old enough to question? She will be so confused, and how do you expect Hannah’s husband to treat her?” Carrie asked curiously.
Seth’s eyes narrowed on her. The pen he had been holding snapped loudly to the desk. Wide-eyed, she realized she had crossed the line, angering him. Carrie flew to him and was on her knees instantly before him.
“Please forgive me, I’m so sorry. Please don’t
hurt me, I was wrong to question you, I was wrong to speak without permission,” she whimpered, frightened. Terrified, she realized she had broken a
rule. One of many, and again she had spoken without being given permission. She clamped her lips closed before she committed another infraction.
“I can see you still have much to learn. It will be I who will teach you now. Until Tyr returns, you belong to me. I have promised to protect you but you will learn and learn well while under my direction. Do you understand?” Seth said harshly.
“Yes, I understand,” Carrie said. Her hands were
splayed before her face, her breath quickening. Her body trembled. She wondered if he would hit her. She remembered Roll’s blow had sent her flying. Seth looked angrier than he had been. Her panicked eyes flew to his.
She wondered if she was to attempt to placate
him as Maggie had taught, but he hadn’t given her permission to do so. What was she to do? What had Maggie said, a phrase, she was allowed to utter a certain phrase so a man would know she was terribly frightened of him. She could utter it once. An audible wheeze could be heard in the silence. In desperation, her shaking hand rested upon his pant leg.
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