I reach out, running my fingers along the side of her outer thigh. My eyes are on hers, scrutinizing her face. I need to hear the words leaving her sweet lips. “Say it. Tell me you belong to me.”
Gripping both of her thighs, I wait with impatience. Luckily, she isn’t interested in waiting either.
“I belong to you, Dryas. I am yours,” she says. Her tone is heavy, her voice low. My heart clenches in my chest as she says the words.
She really is mine, no matter what I do. The thought ignites a fire in my chest, burning high and bright.
Moving closer, I part her knees wide, baring her pussy. It’s pink and already gleaming with her juices. I find myself salivating, seeing how ready she is for me.
I reach down to trail two fingers among her nest of curls, my heart thumping wildly. When I find her clit she gasps, both of her hands going up to cup her breasts. She writhes as I circle her clit. Stepping closer, I press my upper thighs just an inch from her warm ass. I can feel the heat radiating off her. She wraps her legs around me, pulling me flush to her body with her heels.
Her pussy feels so soft and hot under my fingers. I push back against her legs, needing the space to drop to my knees. Burying my face in her pussy, I swirl my tongue around her center, then find her clit. She tastes so good, like fresh earth just after a storm. At the center of it all is, the essence of her; her natural scent that drives me insane.
Clean stone with notes of deep red cherry, and a subtle floral scent overlaying it all. Her scent calls to me like no other, urging me onward. It’s enough to make my cock grow hard, make me press my nose and mouth even closer to her flesh.
“Dryas!” she gasps softly, pushing her fingers into my thick thatch of dark hair.
I slide two thick fingers inside her core, loving the soft spongey heat of her pussy. Already she is rocking her hips against me, her body hungry for more. I can feel a faint contraction of muscle, a ripple that forewarns of her coming orgasm.
Any other time, I’d be glad for it. I would concentrate on the delicate bundle of nerve endings at the tip of my tongue. Not today, though.
Today, I am going to watch her come as I explode inside her, my cock buried so deeply that we are both going to see stars.
I gradually ease my licking and fingering. As I withdraw completely, she moans my name plaintively. “Dryas…”
It’s a complaint, for sure. I kiss the softness of her inner thigh, the round indention of her navel, her pert nipple. She groans as I scrape my teeth across the pebbled pink flesh, my hand coming up to squeeze her breast. Her hands are suddenly lifting at my shirt to feel the hard slab of muscle beneath, her fingers working to unzip my pants.
I step back, shucking the shirt and pants. Rue’s seeking hand finds my cock, stroking its hard length. She surges into a sitting position, her free hand going to my back to pull me closer. I let my eyes sink closed for a minute as her fingers travel up and down my cock, teasing me.
With one hand, I show her the rhythm that I like, how I prefer her to twist her hand at the very end of my length. She swipes her palm against the head of my cock, setting my teeth on edge.
“Fuck,” I grit out, easing away from her touch. Opening my eyes, I look down at her. “If you want me to last longer than a few seconds inside you, you had better stop, Little Bird.”
She flushes. “You presume you know what I want, then?”
That brings a smile to my lips. I pull her flush against me, making her face go even redder. “I know exactly what you want. After all, I taught you to like what I like.”
Tweaking her nipple, I reach down and fist my cock. Her lips part with a moan, her head falling back and her heavy-lidded eyes closing. I press the head of my cock between her pussy lips, guiding myself to her entrance. Her juicy pussy is so fucking hot. The anticipation on her features, the way she draws in the slightest breath, that alone is worth untold fortunes.
How precious Rue is to me cannot be put into words. I’ll do my best to show her the breadth of my feelings with my body. It’s all I have, right at this moment.
“Look at me,” I command. Her eyes open, lust raging in their icy blue depths. A thousand nameless emotions are floating there too, but I do not have time to try to put a name to any of them.
Instead, I just thrust my cock inside her slick pussy walls, intent on making her feel how I do. We both groan as I slide in halfway on the very first push. Hot, wet, and oh so tight.
I still. Closing my eyes for the briefest second, I murmur to her. “Fuck, Little Bird. Do you realize how good you feel?”
When I open my eyes again, she looks almost drunk, intoxicated with sensual energy. She looks at me, nearly begging. “Please.”
God, what I wouldn’t do to capture her expression, tuck it away forever. The best I can do is not give her what we both want just yet, to give myself a few more moments to burn that exact expression in my mind forever.
Then I start to move again. She moves too, meeting my every thrust with a little one of her own. She grinds her hips against mine. I stop again, leaning in to kiss her.
She makes a frustrated sound, which makes me chuckle.
“Patience, karthoula mou,” I chide her. Resting my forehead against hers, I will my galloping heartbeat to slow down just a fraction.
“Dryas…” she says in a pleading tone, writhing against me impatiently. “Don’t make me beg…”
Cupping her ass again in both hands, I heft us both up. She makes a sound of surprise as I turn around, planting my ass on the table and putting her in a position of control. I don’t remove my hands from her ass, pressing down in that same grinding motion she was using before.
Her eyes flutter close and she groans, picking up the motion. Up and down, with a little bit of grinding as she sinks down on my cock.
“Fuck!” I curse, looking down at the joining of our bodies.
There is nothing hotter than seeing her pussy sucking my cock in and releasing it rhythmically, again and again. A moan escapes my chest, low and gravelly. I release her ass cheeks, sliding my big hands around to her hips.
Glancing up to her tits, then her face, I take back my estimation. Her expression is one of pleasured concentration. Her full, pink lower lip is sucked between her teeth. Her eyes are closed, her dark lashes splayed against her freckle-dusted cheeks. Those same cheeks are pink with enjoyment, her breaths coming faster and faster.
That might be the hottest thing I have ever seen. My little bird is losing herself, coming undone. I’m doing nothing except receiving pleasure as she glides up and down my length like a shuttlecock. I try to be still and calm, although Rue is doing everything in her power to push me over the edge.
Time to throw a kink in her plan. Reaching down between us, I brush two fingertips into the nest of hair on her body, feeling for her clit. As soon as I touch it, she slows haltingly, the breath leaving her in a whoosh.
Her eyes open, looking at me accusingly. She tries to protest, but she has a hard time catching her breath. “Dryas… Dryas, you—”
I lean up and catch her lips with my own, smothering her protests. She moans against my mouth, moving her hips slowly up and down. I can feel her beginning to clench against my cock with each movement. She’s getting close to coming.
When I pull my hand away from her clit, she gives a disappointed moan. “Dryas, I’m not done,” she whines.
I shift so that she slides slickly off my cock and almost laugh at the violent glare I get in return. “I did not think you were, Little Bird. Get down on the floor on your hands and knees. It’s my turn to take control now.”
Rue narrows her eyes. I take a step toward her, mirroring her expression. She gulps, the delicate pulse at her throat jumping. I’m not interested in waiting for her to move on her own. I grab her, making her gasp as I turn her around and force her onto her knees. I’m right behind her, kneeling as I push her onto her hands. Pulling her hips back and up, I press my cock to her entrance.
We both groan as
I slam myself inside her hot pussy. While I was happy to let her set the pace and take her time before, now I set a frenzied pace, hammering my cock in and out. She groans and drops her head onto her hands, her sweet pussy gripping me ever more tightly.
“Rub your clit,” I snarl roughly, trying to keep myself in control.
Rue dips her hand down between her legs, touching herself with easy strokes. Sliding my hand up to the glorious sheath of her fiery hair, I gather it tightly in my fist, pulling her head back. Her back bows and she moans.
“Oh, Dryas…” escapes her lips.
“You feel so fucking good,” I murmur, my thrusts pounding my cock in and out of her pussy as fast as lightning. “This pussy is mine. You are mine. Every. Inch. Of. You.”
Punctuating each word with a thrust, I can feel her inner thighs begin to shake. I’m just about to give myself free rein to fuck her unchecked, as soon as I’m sure that Rue is about to come.
“Tell me you’re mine,” I order, my teeth clenched. “I want to hear you say it while I make you come.”
Her shoulders are shaking with anticipation. I pull back on her hair, causing her to choke out the words I so desperately need to hear.
“I’m yours, Dryas!” she cries, the walls of her pussy begging to quake. “Only yours…”
I let myself go with a roar, pounding into her body wildly. All thought leaves me. There is only the sensation, the heat and wetness of her body and the hard length of my cock, going in and out.
She comes first, spasming wildly and squeezing my cock impossibly tight. My eyes roll back in my head as the first wave of orgasm sweeps over me. I feel her milking my cock, pulling at my semen as I eagerly pour it out into her in thick, salty lashes.
When I am done, I collapse on top of Rue, feeling drained. Rolling to my side and pulling her close, I struggle for breath. She pants beside me, her eyes closed. A lone tear escapes her right eye and rolls softly down her cheek.
I just let her feel her emotions, thinking better than to sully this moment with my postcoital banter. Instead, I bury my face in her hair and breathe deeply.
At length, the floor becomes too cold for Rue. She pushes up with gentle hands, her arms covered in goosebumps. I let her go, though I’d like nothing more than to pull her back down for another round of fucking.
There will be time for that, more than enough time. I smile to myself and start to get dressed.
20
Rue
For the next few days, Dryas can’t seem to get enough of me. How many places he has me… I lose count. In the living room, against the window. Up on top of the washing machine, while I am doing laundry. In the lavish upstairs bathtub, splashing water all over the floor before the bathtub is even full.
We try different positions too. Standing at the kitchen counter, me astride him on the living room floor, a particularly athletic moment of him carrying me and fucking me at the same time.
He doesn’t try to count the number of times we’ve had sex anymore or estimate the number of times I have been fucked. I can’t say how much I appreciate that, but it takes a weight from my shoulders.
Maybe he never has to know about Father Derrik. Maybe if I pretend hard enough for long enough, the Father will be erased from my memories. I like the idea of replacing him with impressions of Dryas making me call his name while he takes me on every surface in the house. Honestly, I never want to stop, never want to think of the Father again.
Except, I can’t help it. Sometimes there is quiet in the house, in between bouts of wild fucking and languid sex. I’ll go to the bathroom, sitting on the toilet and peeing.
Then suddenly, the toilet paper will give me a flash of him. Father Derrik, his face red and angry, holding his leather belt threateningly in one hand as he starts to unbutton his pants with the other.
So many things have the Father’s dirty memories attached to them. Apples remind me of him. The smell of leather. One of Dryas’s shirts, a prim black button up that I loathe.
I try to bury myself even deeper in Dryas, try to replace each of these things with a good memory. Dryas rubbing my shoulders when we are in the bathtub together. The scent of lavender oil, which we massage all over each other after a few days of nonstop sex. Chocolate, after Dryas cleverly melted some and drizzled it on my belly button, my breasts, and my thighs.
At first, Dryas is surprised that I’m as enthusiastic as he is about sex. But soon he moves past his distrusting astonishment and just embraces my wide-eyed passion. He doesn’t seem to realize that as much as I like fucking him, I like trying to forget Father Derrik more.
The thing is though, I don’t think it’s working. I can make all the new memories I want, nothing will stop me from crying when I smell incense burning or dry heaving when I wake from a dream of one of Father Derrik’s confessions. Nothing will stop me from being afraid of being salty with Dryas, or going pale as death when he finds a ruler and casually asks if I want to use it for drawing.
Visions of a hundred different punishments run through my head in an instant, each one creatively using a ruler to make me feel a brand-new sort of pain. I flee to the bathroom and vomit up everything in my stomach, assaulted by nothing so much as my own memories.
I’m sitting and staring out the window blankly, looking at the morning sky. Trying to figure out what I can remove from the house to stop getting these flashbacks that have been so destructive to my psyche lately.
Taking a deep breath, I stand up and stretch. All I’m wearing is a soft, oversized sweater. Falling to the middle of my thighs, it’s a shade of chartreuse the reminds me of Dryas’s eyes. Something about how cold it is outside makes me glad to wear such a comfortable sweater inside, with absolutely nothing else underneath.
Walking over to the window, I realize there are smudges on it from when Dryas pushed me up against it during sex. My face heats as I recall the sounds I made. The moans he pulled from my chest, the ecstatic noises of encouragement as I clung to his shoulders, carried away on a river of pleasure.
It seems we have really forgiven each other. Or at least each of us would rather just move on, seeking continuous satisfaction in the other rather than hold onto any bitterness.
Does that mean I don’t still resent him in quiet moments? I am not sure that it matters, truth be told. Dryas is winning me over by seduction, enticing me to live on the darker side of things with him as my guide. Wild and free, I cannot imagine going back to the convent now.
I think I would die if such confinement of my personality and my expression were forced on me now. Turning away from the window, I settle on the couch closest to the window once more.
Is it okay that I am allowing Dryas to make up for his past cruelty with sex? The further away in time I get from our last days at the castle, the more contented I am in truth.
What is it about people that makes it so, I wonder? Perhaps the same mechanism that has me worrying over Father Derrik anytime my mind wanders.
The thought of the blond priest makes me blanch and pull my knees up under my sweater. I refuse to think of Father Derrik right now. I’d rather just make my mind a perfect blank and stare out the window at the sun in the distance, just beginning to touch the treetops.
Dryas comes downstairs, fully dressed. When he sees me by the window in the early morning light, he sighs. Those yellow-green eyes of his settle on me, unwittingly making me feel so very judged.
“You couldn’t sleep again?” he asks, tucking in his white button-up shirt.
I glance at my lap, hugging my knees close to my chest. “No. Maybe… maybe I was too tired to sleep.”
His nostrils flare a little. He knows that I’m lying, but he doesn’t know why. He can’t know, not ever. I don’t know if he would punish me or try to hurt Father Derrik, but either one would be a special form of torture.
My mouth flattens into a line. When he turns away, walking toward the kitchen, I want to sigh with relief. Instead, I change the subject.
“Are you
going somewhere?” I ask, looking at his outfit. A button-up shirt tucked into black slacks, with heavy socks on his feet.
“I am,” he answers, distractedly looking through the cabinets. “We have to go somewhere else, unfortunately. Much as I would love to stay here forever, the house is only a rental. There are other people coming to stay here in a few days, so I am going to check out a few other places nearby.”
I blink, startled by the information. “Oh.”
He glances at me, giving me a half smile. “Don’t worry. I will make sure the next place is as remote as this one.”
Turning my head, I glance outside. There are miles and miles of nothing but snowy terrain, as far as the eye can see.
I’m not sure where my next question even comes from. “Would it be possible to stay in a town?”
I look over to see Dryas’s brows rise. “A town?”
Biting my lip, I nod slowly. “There are so many of those little Swiss towns. You know, picturesque thatched roofs, a town square, a quaint little church…”
His brow draws down. “A church?”
I blush. “That part isn’t important. I just thought… while we have a little good weather left, why not go to one of the little towns in south Switzerland?”
His gaze is steady on me, making me blush even more. At last, he answers. “We shall see, n’est-ce pas?”
At least he didn’t just laugh in my face and say no. I will take that, I suppose. “When will you be back?”
Dryas shrugs. “I don’t know. Tonight maybe. Tomorrow morning at the latest.” He heads toward downstairs, then pauses. “There is another letter for you from your sister. It is on the kitchen counter.”
He nods to the counter, where a neat stack of mail is waiting. All my breath leaves me in a rush, but Dryas just continues down the stairs. Unfurling from the couch, I put my feet on the floor and stare at the pile of mail with uncertainty. Dread fills me at the very idea of what that letter might contain.
As Dryas slams the front door, I heave myself up and force myself to go over to the stack of mail. The letter addressed to me is at the very top, written in my sister’s elegantly looped hand.
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