The two guards bustle against my arms as they drag me across the courtyard. I catch a glimpse of him as I struggle, but they soon push my head towards the floor in respect.
"We found this one sneaking in the back," one of them says. The other joins: "What would you like us to do with her, sir?"
I hear him reply carefully, and I dare to lift my gaze to watch him. God, just looking at him from afar makes me crumble. Okay fine, maybe the reason I even chose to trespass here anyway was the small chance I would finally see him in person.
"Let her go."
"Are you sure, sir?" the guard establishes.
He is met with a breif nod, and he questions no further. I feel their hold on me loosen and I fall to the ground. I stumble, scraping my shoulder. I shake myself off mentally, remembering where I am. Looking up at the huge steps, I notice he has moved from his previous location. A hand blocks my view, I tilt my face upwards and my vision blurs. Before I pass out, I take the hand. He's cold, and his grip is firm but gentle.
"Are you alright?" he asks, his voice clear in my head.
I nod, using his help to pull myself up until I'm standing beneath him. I say beneath, as he must be at least 5 inches taller than me. God, he's so close... I can almost feel his breath.
He leads me up the stone steps, guiding me. As we reach the top, I am met with the urge to say something.
"Thank you" I mumble. My breaking of the silence recieves a smirk, and a soft "You're welcome"
Feeling satisfied with the exchange, I start to move again; letting him lead me into the house and along the hallway. We reach a varnished door, more ornate than the others we passed. He reaches out and turns the handle, and the door swings open to reveal a luxuriously furnished bedroom. I can't help but open my mouth in wonder, people like me have never experienced this type of luxury.
He catches my expression and laughs quietly.
"Do you like it?"
I turn to him, his eyes piercing into me.
"Definitely" I respond.
In turn, he takes my hand once again and leads me into the room. He closes the door behind me, and turns back to face me.
"Do you know why I stopped my guards from punishing you?" He asked. I don't know if it's just me, but I would certainly describe his tone as seductive.
I shake my head, a little confused. He walks over to me, and stills behind me. I feel his hand on my collar, and I stiffen.
"Is this okay?" he asks me.
I quickly relax and murmur for him to continue. I might not have a clue what he was doing, but I sure wasn't complaining. He begins to pull my dress over my shoulder, exposing my recent injury. I wince as it touches the fabric, and he stops, concerned.
"It's not that bad" I state, and he seems to agree.
He moves away, but soon returns with some sort of bandage. Behind me again, he starts to wrap around my body, carefully so as not to touch the small wound. Satsfied with his work, he finishes off and ties the ends. I feel him move closer to me, his curls brush my ear. Now I can definitely feel his warm breath on my neck.
"I stopped them because..." he starts, "I cannot resist you. Being here in your presence, your beauty, my body aches with desire."
My mouth parts at his words, and my eyes darken, lustfully. I cannot fathom that this beautiful man may feel the same attraction as I do towards him. His head moves, and I feel his lips meet my skin. I close my eyes, absorbing myself in the sensation.
I let out a small whimper as his teeth graze my flesh and I feel him smirk in response. His hands snake around my waist; they slide along my figure and he gently turns me around. My eyes meet his, and my lust is mirrored in his eyes. His hand moves up to caress my chin and I cannot take it any longer.
I lean upwards and touch his lips with mine. His soft, pink lips. He kisses back smoothly, and I feel his tongue swipe at my lip. Deepening the kiss, my hands wrap around his slender torso, and soon I begin to unbutton his jacket.
He breaks the kiss and we stand panting, his hands now copying mine on the rear of my dress. Soon his shirt and jacket lay discarded on the carpet, and my dress is pulled down to my feet. I step out of it, and catch his eyes wandering along my body. I gaze into his eyes, and motion for him to come closer. He obeys, and promptly I am bent across the bed, his strong frame above me. I tug him even closer to me, and begin unfasten his trousers. Quickly, he understands my intentions and straightens himself in order to remove them.
I can see how erect he is already.
"My lord.." I murmur.
His dark eyes meet mine once again, and with a nod of his head I continue.
"Please."
He pulls his undergarments down in response, and I do the same. I need him inside me: my core is aching for him. He parts my legs, and his lips part lustfully as he takes in the sight of my wet clit and dripping hole.
"Can I.." he swallows. "Can I fuck you?"
I am caught off guard by his profanities, but it does not cause me to hesitate my consent. He aligns himself, and begins to push his tip in.
Already the pleasure is overwhelming, my nerves are electric as he inches his cock into me. I cannot help myself but to moan, and he does the same.
Soon, his entire length is inside my hole, and the room smells of sex. My wetness is dripping onto his abdomen and the sheets alike. Gently, he starts shifting in and out of me. He is hitting all the right places and I'm already coming close.
He must sense my clenching, as his slender fingers make their way from my waist to my clit, and he begins to circle it as I welcome the action with strings of soft moans. My gasping continues as he pleasures me, his groans echoing mine signalling he feels just as good.
"I'm so close," he whispers.
"Me too."
His thrusts start to get weaker, and his breath quickens. Mine soon matches and I reach my high as he fills me up with his hot liquid.
"Oh god," he collapses onto me.
