"Are you ready to arise, my lord?" he said, quietly.
Eric sat up, and nodded, reaching his hand out for the mug. "Thank you, Jeffries."
Jeffries nodded and left, quietly closing the door behind him.
Eric sat back and thought Arina, and the night before. She'd shown promise, but there was still today to worry about. The drug would have worn off by now, and she might fight him a bit. Sipping his hot chocolate, Eric considering any possible obstacles she could throw his way, until he heard movement from next room. He walked naked over to the peephole in the adjoining wall, and looked through. She was hurrying to the garderrobe, her movements urgent. Eric watched her sit down to relieve herself, her eyes darting around, taking in the pretty room he'd put her in. Finished, she ran back to the bed, her breast swaying with the movement, and slid back under the covers. Eric moved back and went to get dressed. He had some things to do before he could deal with his prize.
* * *
A few hours later, Eric let himself into Arina's room, and quietly walked over to the bed. She'd fallen back asleep, her beautiful face almost childlike in her slumber. Eric faltered, not wanting to wake her, but knew that he must begin as he meant to go on. "Arina, Arina. Wake up!" Eric said, firmly shaking her shoulder.
I woke to him filling my vision, my world. He had a stern look on his face, and I shivered, suddenly afraid. Had I displeased him somehow? Or even worse, did he want to do . . . that again? I only remembered bits and pieces from the night before, but I did remember the pain.
"Sit up, Arina." he commanded. "We need to talk."
I scooted up, carefully holding the blanket over my breasts. He scowled, and yanked the blanket from my grip. "You have nothing to hide from me. Everything about you is mine, along with those beautiful breasts."
I could feel my face turning scarlet, but I forced my hands to remain in my lap, not wanting to anger him.
"Allow me to introduce myself, I am Lord Eric Conner, but you will always refer to me as my lord. I brought you here for a very specific reason. I need a wife, someone to bear my heirs, and warm my bed." My eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets at the statement, but he had more. "I've had enough of these society bitches. I want a woman who knows her place, a woman who will acknowledge me as the master." Mutely I shook my head, alarmed.
"Yes, Arina. It will happen. Pregnancy is inevitable, and our children will bear my name. They will have a mother who will remain at home to care for them."
I shivered, a tear running down my face as I realized his seriousness. "But, you don't love me." I whispered.
Eric laughed, a short bark of a laugh, a sound full of derision. "Love has no place in a marriage." he sneered. "We will start out with more than most married couples start out with, an understanding of who wears the pants."
Eric reached out and wrapped a long fingered hand around my upper arm, pulling me to him. I tried to tug away, but his fingers tightened threateningly, and so fearfully I allowed him to pull me onto his lap.
Gently, Eric cradled my face in his hand, his fingers spearing through my hair. Commandingly, he brought my face to his, his lips gently pressing to mine.
Enthralled by his barely leashed power, I closed my eyes, and parted my lips, allowing his tongue to thrust within.
His other hand slid up my thigh to my waist, and he held me there on his lap. His gentleness was my undoing, as I could have resisted force. I felt a stirring inside of me, and I found my arms on his shoulders, holding him to me, my neck arched submissively to meet him.
Gently, he lowered me to the bed, our mouths never losing contact, and I trembled anxiously. He soothed me with soft murmurs, and gentle touches. I calmed, and when he ran his palm over my breast, I groaned, pushing my breasts into his hand. Firmly he pulled on my hard nipple, the tugging of his hand pulling me deeper into his web of desire. I felt as if I were in haze, floating, my only rock, my only stability Eric, and so I clung to him, offering myself to him.
He pulled his mouth from mine, laving a wet trail from my mouth to my breasts. I cried out in shock as his hot mouth found my breast, sucking my aching nipple into its moist cavern. Pushing my hands through his hair, I held his mouth to my breasts and panted for breath, my hips moving restlessly under him. His hard thigh moved between my legs, and I pushed myself against it, desperately needing the pressure, anything to help ease the seething cauldron of desire. Turning my head on my pillow I panted, getting more desperate by the second. The leg between my thighs only made things worse, teased me with things to come. Eric pulled back from me, and I cried out, my eyes flying open.
"My lord." I protested blushing at Erics smile of triumph. Ashamed, I turned my face from him, my eyes closed as a tear trailed down a flushed cheek. Eric bent over and with a stroke of his tongue, lapped up my tear, his hand turned my face back to his.
"Open your eyes." he ordered me. Unable to defy him, I did, my eyes locking with the steel gray of his. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, my love." he said huskily "You are mine, you were meant to me be mine. You're body is just acknowledging it's master."
My eyes locked with his, I shook my head no, afraid of the truth.
"Yes." he whispered, his hand possessively moving to that which needed him most, that which throbbed for his touch. I moaned, arching myself into his hand, gasping as a finger slid into me. I shivered, remembering the pain of the night before, but this time there was nothing but pleasure, a deep aching pleasure that slid through me, over me, possessing my body. His fingers began a rhythm, and I moved my hips in time with its thrusts, until I could barely stand the emptiness inside me any longer.
"Oh, my lord, please." I begged.
"Please, what?" he whispered in my ear. "Please take you, possess you? Do you want me to make you mine?"
I thrashed my head on the pillow, afraid to acknowledge with words what my body already knew. Eric just chuckled, and brought another finger into play. I cried out, arching my back further, desperate for what only he could provide for me, but he was not going to let me get away with not answering him.
"Admit it," he ordered, his voice husky with desire. "Admit you are mine, and I will give you relief."
"Yes, yes." the words burst out of me. "I am yours! Please take me, make me yours."
Instantly his fingers were pulled out of me, and were replaced with something bigger. He pushed himself into me, filling me to the core, until I could feel every inch of him. Desperately I wrapped my legs and arms around him, afraid to let him go. In all my life I'd never felt so complete, so whole.
He nuzzled my neck, sucking the white skin into his mouth, and I arched my head back, allowing him full access to me. Languidly he pulled out of me, and I whimpered, afraid to lose him, but he soon was back, bringing a streak of pleasure with his movement.
Eric set up a steady rhythm, and I wailed, digging my nails into his back, as I neared the same fabulous peak of the night before. When it came, I gave a short shriek, and then all air was cut off as I shuddered, pleasure coursing through me, all of my muscles clenching. Eric shouted out my name, and I could feel him grow stiff as well, as he shot his seed deep in my womb. That was the last thing I knew, for I soon passed out.
When I came back from my swoon, my master was leaning over me, his hand tenderly pushing my hair out of my face. "I will never let you go," he whispered to me, before pulling me to him, my naked breasts brushing his silk shirt. "Now rest, I will have to leave you soon enough." I nuzzled my face into his neck, and dozed off, my arms desperately holding him to me.