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Her Awakening
(A working title - Novel in progress)
© H. Cooper
Chapter Six
She never heard anyone approaching from behind her.
It was sudden. An arm wrapping tight as steel over her arms and chest,
a hand over her mouth and nose until she was nearly choking for breath.
"Do not scream" He warned. He spoke in french and his
voice was dark, gritty. He spun her quickly and she was forced with
skidding slides of slippered feet back down the hall, struggling against
the immovable hold of his arms.
They were deep into the narrow hall when he stopped
suddenly, turning her again and shoving her belly up against the hard
stone of the wall. He pinned her with his weight and though she was
not a short woman, she could feel he was much taller, much heavier.
There would be no escape.
Again in french he spoke. She wondered in her fog of
horrified fright if he knew she could understand, that she could even
speak back. God help her. God help her. It was all she could think.
"You like to watch, yes? You like to cat around in
the night and watch all the dark and nasty things that innocent little
mind of yours cannot even comprehend."
His hand shifted enough that her nostrils were opened
and she began to breathe loudly, grateful for even that much as the
cool air sank into burning lungs.
"You are shaking with fright, and yet you do not even
try to claw at my arms. Because really, you want to know. You want
to know what it feels like to be............taken." His voice lowered
even more and she could feel his lips brush the flesh of her ear and
she jerked and whimpered at it.
It felt as if time had slowed to a drop of honey. She
became aware of the slightest shift of his body against hers. Could
feel the strength of him through layers of clothes. Not that her clothing
provided much protection and even now her body began to quiver with
the deepest chill born of cool dank air and pure anxiety.
"Have you been touched before? Perhaps you are a wanton.
Is that it? Are you not the innocent you so very much look like?"
He murmured to her in that lilting french and she felt his arm slide
from her upper body, keeping her solidly trapped between the rough
stone of wall and the huge breadth of his body.
She could feel her breasts, belly, and thighs grinding
into the cold rock. Unable to jerk even in pure reaction as his hand
fisted the flimsy material of robe and nightgown at her right thigh.
He eased them up slow until she could feel the dark air slither around
the bare flesh of calves, knees, and finally thighs. She groaned low
in her throat, the sound muffled against his palm as his fingertips
pressed into bare thigh and squeezed, burning her.
A booted foot was slid between her feet, forcing her
legs to part, a knee and thigh fitted into the space created. She
felt him pull the robe and gown up higher until it was bunched at
her waist. Her mind raced, images of the horror this person was going
to do to her. Wildly inside, she screamed at herself for following
her damned curiosity. Her incessant need to know everything. To Investigate.
Oh God! She shouted inside. Don't! She felt him grind
against the soft rounded flesh of her bottom, his fingers gripping
her hip, curling around flared hipbone. His voice there again, dancing
into her. It was seduction. Dark lilting seduction in the words he
whispered now into her ear. Coaxing.
"Such a pretty ass. Even in the dark, your flesh is
porcelain. Such tight pretty flesh. Has it been used? Kissed? Licked?"
She shuddered violently. Felt light headed and almost
removed from herself. Found herself to feel as if she were being drawn
completely outside herself. She felt his fingers press feather light
once more to the flesh of her thigh and drag up insanely slow. One
fingertip danced over the swell of her bottom and was drawn ticklishly
light down the crevice that hid the most intimate parts of her body.
All the way down that finger slid, until it was pushing into auburn
curls and came to a halt. She felt that touch as if he were throwing
her forcibly against the stone wall over and over.
He did nothing for long moments, his finger sealing
the length of folds covered with short auburn curls. She trembled
ceaselessly and when the hand covering her mouth was moved, slid over
chin to encircle her throat, she gasped raggedly as if she had not
had breath the entire time.
"Please" She whispered
"Shhhhhhhhhh" His mouth against her again, his fingers
holding her throat, his thumb resting against the heavy flutter of
her pulse. "Do not scream" He said, his tone casual, as that thumb
rubbed in a slow circle over heartbeat that throbbed savagely against
his touch. "You are getting wet, aren't you? Such a little slut craving
to come out and play, but you would never admit it"
She could hear the smile in his voice, the satisfied,
nearly sarcastic taint to it. She felt heat flood her skin and she
whimpered once more. "Please, let me go. I shouldn't have been here,
I won't say anything about what I saw.............about You...."
That finger begin to move over those curl covered folds.
Back and forth he played with her, never separating the heavy flesh.
She gasped and it was an effort to keep her head up. Her body felt
traitorous, growing heavy, and in her belly the most delicious ache
had bloomed. She flashed on the picture of the woman bent over for
Raven, and knew now why she had moaned.
Raven.
The thought of him made her go stone cold. She saw
him again in every way she had been with him since that first time.
His gaze filled her memory and the black of her surroundings as her
body responded to the slow rub of this mans finger with a wet that
seeped through folds and slowly coated flesh.
"No, you wouldn't tell at any rate now, would you?"
She felt his chuckle in the soft shake of his body
against her own. His hand slid away from throat with confident slowness,
lowered until she felt his fingers splay wide open against lower belly.
His hand rested there for a moment before sliding down, nails raking
through curls until fingertips met from each hand. He held her from
both sides and she thought she would die as her heart exploded into
a painful rush.
"You need it don't you? Your body has already shown
me that. You would let me do....anything" He whispered, and she felt
his mouth part against the join of slender neck and shoulder. He suckled
lightly at her flesh in such a way it rendered her breathless, never
breaking from that one sweet piece of flesh. His finger from behind
finally sank up into plush folds of flesh and her gasp broke free
viciously loud.
"Ohhh God!"
He did not respond with words, merely continued to
feed off of her flesh, his finger sliding against pink wet that had
never been breeched by another hand, only cleansed by her own. He
touched a small knot of throbbing flesh and she thought she would
fall. She might have had it not been for his body pressed in between
spread thighs. His fingertip, broad and rough skinned, flickered over
this knot of flesh for long agonizing moments until she was nearly
weeping. She had never experienced such a feeling. Her body felt languid,
drugged. She hated this person with a seething passion, and knew he
was right.
She could not stop him. His finger drew back and she
felt the thick tip at the tight mouth of her sex. Felt him push and
withdraw, and felt the immediate reaction of her flesh spasm and clutch.
He repeated again and again, his finger sliding inside, deeper each
time. He used both hands, the other that held her at the front spread
her open, and she felt the tip of his middle finger take up that rhythmic
flickering of knotted flesh while the other continued to sink inside
her and withdraw. She could hear her own breath had grown so loud.
Echo in the narrow hall. Grow heavy and ragged, punctuated with gasps
that seemed foreign, not her own.
She did not know how long it lasted. This man playing
with her body. All she could feel, all she could think of was the
rough texture of his flesh against her, inside her. She didn't even
realize the moment her hips began to rock, but felt silky walls bathe
his finger and suckle at it. Whimpering when he reached a thin wall
that would not allow further passage. He rubbed at it, rubbed at this
glorious fullness inside her that seemed to pulse exactly on the opposite
side of where he rubbed now at that knotted bit of flesh. Two fingers
over the turgid hill now, rubbing insanely slow. More roughly.
"OoohGod......pleaaaase" She begged.
His mouth broke from her flesh and she heard him laugh
low.
"Yessss, I am Your God right now." He spoke directly
against her ear as he began to stretch her with a second finger, pausing
at her pained gasp and the still of her hips. Beginning again as he
heard her small pants slow. Pushed and retreated until two fingers
plumbed her depths, fit so well into the exquisitely tight sheath
of her body.
"Mmm yes, that's right. Take them" His voice hauntingly
dark, rough with a sound that she did not need to be experienced to
recognize as lust.
He pumped his fingers up into her slow and steady,
in and out, until he withdrew them completely and painted her lips
with wet.
"Taste yourself"
His words bore no room for protest and her lips parted
and a tentative touch of her tongue to the tip of his finger seemed
to undo both of them. She had never done anything so intimate. To
taste of her own body was savagely exotic, it threw her back into
what was happening with explosive heat. Her tongue lapped up the length
of his fingers before he pushed them both into her mouth, and rubbed
at her tongue just as he had rubbed at the velvet lined tunnel of
her sex. She suckled and felt her body grown tight, felt his other
fingers rubbing, three now. He worked her faster and so roughly that
her body convulsed and a feeling she could never had described descended
upon her. It bloomed at the very center of her body and spread slowly
out, made her quiver and go tight.
"Mmmmm, I feel you. Feel what you want. What your body
wants." He purred against her ear, she felt his teeth rake lightly
at her lobe and she convulsed. "Cum"
She had never heard the word, but she knew with all
of her that was woman what he wanted, felt it in every fibre of her
body as his fingers slid back and forth over slick flesh. Relentless.
She felt his teeth sink into the flesh he had suckled endlessly and
that became the very moment her body betrayed her completely. Her
body went deathly still, tight. She felt that bit of knotty flesh
beneath his fingers erupt with sensation. It swirled and splintered
and every part of her body sang with the most exquisitely intense
pleasure, rushing through her over and over, faster than she could
breathe and when her scream of surprise, ecstasy, release would have
pierced the air, he jerked her around, and swallowed the sounds with
a mouth that parted hard and hungry over hers.
He was unyielding, rubbing steadily and taking her
body on a ride that became so climatic she was sure her heart was
going to stop. His tongue, warm and moist, plunged into her mouth,
slid across her own, took.
She didn't know how long it went on, when she could
think again, he was laying against her and she could feel the huge
bulge pressed to her belly. She felt his hand come up, wet with her,
and cup her face. He held fine bones tight in his grip, and his voice
was thready with heat.
"Go. Now. Go back to your room and do not leave again
until the light of day if you know what is good for you"
She gasped and the sound fell as a near sob, she pushed
against him, but he was already stepping away and she stumbled.
She ran. She ran blind down the length of that narrow
hall. Ran through the dark until she collided with the small door,
bursting through it with a tears now streaming down her face.
She ran through Bale until she was fumbling for the
key to her room, throwing herself across the width of her bed with
a sob that tore from her lungs loudly.
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"Bella, you have been quiet as the proverbial church
mouse today. Is something wrong darling?"
Bella looked up the length of the table to her Aunt.
She tried not to move. When she moved, she could feel his fingers
inside her again. The Dark Stranger.
That was how she thought of him, having not a clue
as to who he was. A guest. Servant. She knew not. But she felt him
all over her. She had his mark on her neck where his mouth had suckled
fiercely at her flesh. She had to stifle a groan just recalling that
pressure. She hated her body for even now reacting to the memory.
Her center warm and growing slick. She could feel that slickness with
every tiny shift of her body.
She swallowed and attempted a light smile.
"Just a long night I am guessing, Aunt Christine. I
should be in fine repair in no time."
She stabbed at a fat little sausage as it rolled over
her plate and took a small bite as a table with nearly forty seats
occupied watched, careful to avoid the curious bright blue of her
Aunts gaze.
Other guests had already dined on the brunch of sausages
and eggs, breads and fruits, puddings and cakes. An offering fit for
a King. Bella could barely manage one sausage and a small roll. She
knew, however, if she did not eat her Aunt would be convinced she
was ill and insist on knowing why.
She had noted immediately upon entering the dining
hall that Raven was not at the table. Catty was seated at the opposite
end near her Aunt, flanked by two young men who were keeping her laughing
and chattering the entire time. Bella watched her, meeting her twinkling
gaze a few times as Catty carried on. She couldn't help but chuckle
inside herself as she imagined what more mischief the two of them
might get into again.
Mischief. She shook her head and stared down at the
food sitting uneaten on her plate. Mischief had gotten her into the
precarious position she had been in last night. She did not know what
or how to think of it. The man could easily have had more of her than
he had taken. He could have hurt her, but had not hurt her painfully
at all.
All that was hurting was her pride. She had become
common in his hands. Her body responded with fire and wet and this
pleasure she had never experienced and now she wondered if it was
this way with every man. Would her body succumb to every pair of hands
that ever touched her?
"Is this common after a ball? For everyone to be quiet
and..."
"Lazy?" Catty grinned at her as she lay back on a small
reclining couch that had been moved out to the patio for the afternoon.
"Well I would have said subdued, but if you insist"
Bella winked.
Her Aunt and most others had all adjourned back to
bedchambers after brunch and it was only the younger guests who now
meandered about the grounds on languid strolls.
"You were sent to bed rather early, I think your Aunt
was worried you weren't quite ready to..mmm..hold up to the hours
those types of things can drag on." The blonde paused a moment, plucking
at a small string on the arm of the dark blue velvet. "The parties
last well into the early morning and usually many stay up quite a
while after that indulging in various activities."
Bella's gaze cut to her new friend quickly and caught
the flickering smile on her lips. "What kinds of activities?" She
asked while visions of the previous night inundated her.
Catty gave her a small smile and looked away. "Oh I
think you know Bella. You can't possibly be as innocent as you come
off"
Belle flushed at her new friends teasing laugh and
shifted uncomfortably.
"Alright then, I understand what you mean. Is that
such a common thing then? I have heard and seen more here in England
than all of my years anywhere else!"
Catty laughed and regarded her with bright blue eyes.
"Perhaps before, you just weren't ready to see it in front of you.
It is human nature after all, though we are supposed to pretend by
day we don't have clue that people actually do it."
Bella smiled. "My parents were very affectionate, but
I got the impression from them that in England people are much more
reserved and .."
"..and it just isn't talked about or hardly even done?"
Catty broke in with a laugh.
"No..more that it is rare that people are married
who are actually in love. I guess I have assumed that it wasn't talked
about because it wasn't enjoyable."
Catty smiled a droll little smile at her. "You are
such an innocent for one who has traveled the world. As you witnessed
last evening in the maze, you don't have to be married to do it. You
don't even have to be in love. Do you think Raven and old Harry's
wife are in love? No, they use each other. The only rule in England,
is to be discreet." she paused and laughed softly. "There is far more
going on around these dreary old hillsides then you would ever suspect."
Bella wanted to ask Catty if she was referring to what
she had witnessed late last night. She wanted to ask if Catty ..was
there. Instead she asked.
"Are you sure you aren't older than twenty?" Laughing
softly as she did.
Catty grinned at her, twirling a blonde lock around
her finger.
"Oh don't let me fool you, I am far more innocent than
I sound."
Bella pulled a face and Catty laughed.
"I am, truly!"
"She is truly a piece of work, that would be closer
to the truth"
Both girls startled at the very male voice from behind
them, and Bella bolted up from her lounger, a small hand flying to
the beat of her erratic heart.
"Raven."
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