A Lady or a Cock Whore? Ch. 03

"Thank you Isabella, you are too kind. You look beautiful as always, of course." Arya replied blandly. Isabella's eyes narrowed, looking for an insult in Arya's words. Unable to find one she sniffed and turned back to her other companion.

Arya spent a half hour with the women, talking and engaging in their conversation, avoiding joining in their cruel jokes as best she could. She had no taste for their predatory conversation, but knew to hide her disapproval.

Her eyes flickered constantly towards Eric, trying to catch him looking at her again. He only did once, and she looked away when he caught her gaze. She looked up again after a moment, to see him watching her with an amused expression. She blushed and looked resolutely away.

A few moments later she was surprised to see him walking towards their group. "Hello Lady Isabella, Lady Chantal... Lady Arya," He said, his eyes piercing Arya's as he said her name. "I was wondering if you would like to join me this Saturday for a picnic?"

"A picnic?" Isabella said, looking at him hungrily before averting her gaze. "I am not sure," She said calmly, inspecting her nails. "I suppose I might be free. I will send a man around on Friday to let you know."

"Well I will be there," Chantal threw in. She knew a catch when she saw one and was not as good at hiding her interest as Isabella. "I shall ask my cook to make some of those divine cookies you like so much." Eric nodded his thanks and she beamed at him.

Arya didn't speak, unsure if she knew him well enough to accept, and he turned to her, his expression betraying nothing. "What about you Arya? I suppose you will be busy but it would be a nice addition to our little party to have someone so... interesting join us."

Isabella immediately looked up, trying to construe his meaning. Arya smiled, knowing exactly to what he referred. "I would be happy to join you, as long as the weather doesn't turn beastly," she said, her face equally unreadable. He smiled, and excused himself. "Till Saturday, then."

"Well," Isabella said, "That was quite unexpected."

"Why?" Arya queried.

"Don't play dumb, Arya." Isabella said impatiently, "He is not so far above myself but the two of you... well, you should feel quite distinguished that he singled you out."

Chantal protested, and they began to quarrel. Arya said nothing, wondering what Isabella could have meant. Her thoughts were interrupted as a young man approached.

She recognized him from other events. He had a large nose and full lips, and something about his eyes which made her feel uncomfortable. She had caught him looking at her several times, and his response had been to leer at her in a crooked smile. She was disconcerted, then, when he asked her to accompany him to the balcony outside.

She looked at Isabella in concern, saying "But dear Isabella wasn't feeling well, I think I should stay with her and make sure she is alright." Chantal looked at her in confusion, but Isabella smiled knowingly.

"No, no dear." Isabella replied silkily, "I am quite well now, you should go."

"Are you sure?" Arya asked, a bit desperate. "I do not think I should leave you." She gave Isabella a knowing look, trying to convey her dismay at being alone with this man.

Isabella looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "No, I assure you, I am well. Go enjoy yourself, I know you had been talking about getting a bit of air anyway."

Arya glared at her, and Isabella smirked, waving cruelly at her. Arya had no choice but to take the man's arm. She could hear Isabella snicker as she left.

He led her outside, unaware of Eric's keen gaze following them. The door closed and Arya turned to him nervously. He leaned against the bannister, sipping his wine casually as his eyes roved over her.

She cleared her throat, saying "It is a lovely night, is it not?"

He did not reply, simply looked at her with an enigmatic smile.

She tried again, growing more nervous. "May I have some wine?" She asked, hoping to send him off for a moment to compose herself. "I am feeling a bit shaky for some reason."

His smile widened. "Of course." He walked towards her, holding out his cup.

She shook her head in surprise, "I meant would you be so kind as to fetch me a glass?"

"Surely you would not be so rude as to refuse my offering?" He said, bringing the glass almost to her lips, knowing full well she could not say no.

She hesitantly took his cup, ignoring the touch of his fingers against hers. She took a small sip, and then moved to hand it back to him. He was standing very near, so close she could feel the heat radiating off of him in the cool night air.

As he took the glass back, it "slipped" from his grasp and spilled onto her chest. She cried out and stepped back, grimacing as the wine dripped down the front of her dress, forming a trail between her breasts.

"Oh, I am so sorry, lady." He said with a smile. "Here, let me help you clean it up." He produced a handkerchief from his pocket and began daubing at the spilled wine, his hands dipping into her cleavage. She pushed him away, mortified. "Please, I will go the washroom and clean it up, thank you."

"No, no, we must clean it before the wine stains your beautiful clothes," He said. He lowered his head and licked some drops of wine off of her exposed cleavage, and she retreated, holding her hands before her in supplication. "Please, this is indecent!" She cried.

"Nonsense," he said, pushing her hands away. He grasped her by the waist, pulling her towards him as he began to lap at her breasts once more. She struggled in vain, trying not to arouse the notice of anyone inside by protesting too loudly. He began kneading her breasts, his face between them as he licked and bit them.

She heard the door open to the patio, and instinctively grabbed a vase behind her and smashed it against his head.

She looked down in shock to see that he had crumpled to the floor, stunned by the blow. She put her hands over her mouth, thinking her situation couldn't get any worse.

She groaned as Eric walked into view, knowing it definitely could get worse.

He stopped short when he saw her, his face conflicted. She stood in silence, her hair disheveled, wine staining her bosom, at her feet a broken vase and an unconscious man. She looked up at him in fear like a caged animal, her eyes pleading.

She thought he was about to begin shouting at her, his face was so red with anger. Suddenly he began to laugh, unable to control himself when Arya's face grew even more perplexed at his reaction.

"Oh lord," he said," wiping tears from his eye. "You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that to him myself, and to be beaten to it by a girl."

She straightened from her crouch, attempting to straighten herself out. She didn't look at Eric as he continued to chuckle.

After a moment he was quiet, but she still didn't dare to look at him. She held her breath as she felt his hand sweep her hair off her shoulder, and his fingers pulling her gown into place by tugging on the shoulders. She looked up at him then, stilling as he saw how close his eyes were. He was looking down at her, and her eyes flitted unconsciously to his lips and back.

His gaze darkened, and she backed up a step, frightened. She had the feeling he was about to pounce on her, as though she were a rabbit fleeing a fox. She was surprised when he also took a step back, his expression clearing. She began to blush, wondering if these thoughts were all in her head, whether her mind was just running wild with imaginings.

"Well," Eric said, "I suppose we must do something about him." Arya flushed, realizing she had completely forgotten the young man on the floor.

"You aren't going to ask what happened?" She said in a small voice.

He looked amused, glancing down at her wine socked bust. "I think I can guess." She blushed, ashamed of herself and what he must think of her.

Noticing she was about to cry, his face sobered and he took her hand. She refused to look at him, so he took her chin in his hand and raised her face up. When she looked into his eyes he was momentarily captivated, and he had the urge to wipe the tear off her cheek. He held himself under control and simply said, "You are not the first girl, or the last I daresay who has suffered under his brutish hand. You are the first to do anything about it though," He said with a smile.

She looked away again but he tightened his grip, making her look at him. "It took courage to act against him." He paused, smiling at her. "But you are still lucky I am here." With that he slung the man over his shoulder and strode off, heading towards a flight of stairs leading down to the garden.

"What are you doing?" She hissed.

"I'm going to dump him in the gardens, tell someone that I saw him stumbling out there drunk, and you and I will go for a midnight stroll together." He smiled cheekily at her, winked, and descended the stairs.

Arya was left standing along on the balcony, wine soaked and disoriented. She looked down at her dress and almost started crying again. She had no idea how she would explain it, not to mention the red marks where his teeth had marked her. She had done nothing wrong but she knew that if she was seen like this her reputation would be ruined, even if it was the man's fault

I hate it here! She thought angrily. Court sounds so perfect from the outside, but the reality is cutthroat and depressing. I've no idea why anyone would want to live here, nevermind raise children here! She had never be so glad of her background before. I hope I may return home soon... I grow weary of the parties and false flattery. I would be happy to remain single forever if I could do so far away from here.

She only had a few minutes to curse her fate before Eric returned. He was a bit out of breath, but his eyes sparkled from the exertion. He motioned to her to stay, then ran inside for a moment.

"I told a footman that I had seen a guest stumbling through the gardens, very very drunk." Eric said, walking towards her. He chuckled, continuing, "That's one problem taken care of. You are the other one." He looked at her thoughtfully, growing angry as he noticed her bitten breasts.

She tried to hide them, hunching her shoulders away from the light but the marks were unmistakable. He grit his teeth and held out his hand. She took it, and he was amazed that her slender fingers had delivered such a blow. She is certainly full of surprises, he thought.

They walked down the stairs and into the gardens below, heading away from where Eric had left the body. "Do you think he will be alright?" Arya asked after a moment.

Eric looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "Are you hoping he will be?" Arya looked away with smile.

"I can't say I have much affection for the man but I certainly hope I did no permanent damage." She smiled wider, "Well, not too much permanent damage. A small scar to remind him of his wickedness would certainly not be a tragedy."

Eric laughed, and was glad to see Arya's shoulders relax. As they walked they spoke of many things, all inconsequential but pleasant nonetheless. He picked a flower and placed it delicately in her hair, and she amused him with a little song as they walked. He sat down at a bench in a small clearing surrounded by fruit trees. She could hear a tinkling fountain nearby, and happily breathed in the fresh air.

"This is the happiest I have been since arriving here." She said honestly.

"Even after your... ordeal, earlier?" Eric asked, surprised.

She smiled at him, and he was struck by how genuine and lovely her smile was. "Yes, even after that."

Her face became more guarded, as she said. "It is not the first ordeal I have been through, and I'm sure I will face more difficult things in my life. I am very grateful for your help, though. I do not know what I would have done without you."

Her sincere words struck him, and he gazed at her with admiration and no small measure of lust. Her soaked bodice clung to her bosom, and her eyes and cheeks were luminous with adrenaline and moonlight. Her eyes were captivating, and her movements so graceful he felt himself beginning to harden at the sight.

Her innocence and the look of gratitude she gave him caused his cock to twitch, and he had the urge to grab her and kiss her. He saw her shudder as she took in his predatory gaze, and her reaction made him swell faster.

He looked down and took a breath, trying to calm himself. It took all his self-control to stay still when she leaned over and took his hand, unconsciously exposing her breasts to his gaze, so close and tantalizing. "Thank you," She breathed, looking into his face. For a moment he had the feeling she was as aroused as he was. He could see her hard nipples as she leaned over, and she seemed to be breathing quickly. He reached full hardness, imagining how her breasts would feel as he ran his thumbs over her aching nipples, how wet her slit would be.

"You're welcome," He replied, his voice hoarse with lust as he stared, unabashed, into her eyes.

She was as shocked as he when she leaned down the last few inches and pressed her lips against his. They were soft and tentative, and he could feel her innocence in her movements. Before he could stop himself he had grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her against him, causing her to release a small cry as his other hand encircle her waist and drew her onto his lap. He kissed her urgently, pressing against her as she whimpered softly.

Her soft cry only inflamed him more, and his hands moved to her breasts. He squeezed them as best he could through the fabric of her dress, then pulled them loose with a growl. She gasped, and he caught her stunned look. Her innocent confusion almost made him stop, until he saw them glaze over with lust as he pinched her nipples. She let out a small "oh" and his cock throbbed as he immediately bent over her tits, licking and sucking the hard nipples.

Her hands were in his hair as she cried out, each lick and suckle sending waves of pleasure to her clit. She could feel the bulge of his cock as she sat on his lap, and became aware that she had been grinding into him unconsciously. She stilled, and he looked up. He kissed her again, grasping her around the waist and moving her hips erotically back and forth across his lap, groaning at the stimulation.

He moved her hips slowly, reveling in the sensation and imagining his cock rubbing back and forth along her wet sex as she moaned. He imagined her begging for his cock, desperate to feel him inside her. As his arousal grew he became more aggressive, gripping the fabric of her dress tightly and kissing her almost to the point of bruising, his tongue ravaging her mouth. Her tongue fluttered against his, unsure but soft and yielding. Her head lolled back as she moaned, and he kissed and licked her neck, finding her most sensitive spots and sucking on them till they were red and marked.

He quickened the pace of her hips against his groin, starting to lose control. Her eyes opened and pierced his, her gaze passionate but changing quickly into fear. "Please," She said softly, her voice hoarse.

The plea almost made him flip her over and fuck her right there, but he managed to draw back, his forehead resting against hers as they both breathed heavily.

"I'm sorry," She whispered. "I don't know what came over me, I-"

"If you don't want to be fucked you should leave." He said tersely, not looking at her. He heard her intake of breath, and was astounded when she hesitated.

Good God she is a little hussy, isn't she? He thought. No wonder she asked about the beast inside, she knew exactly what I was talking about. But her actions are guileless and inexperienced... He grew even harder at the thought, if that were possible. To think what she could be, what I could mold her into. A virgin with passion and lust to match mine... what a difference that would be from these cold, lifeless women they parade in front of me!

He shoved her off, wanting her desperately but somehow fighting the urge. "I am serious, all I want is to bend you over this bench and fuck you till you scream, but if you leave now I will let you go without touching you."

Arya looked at him, her pussy throbbing at his words, trying to gauge if he was serious. She could see how tense he was, and when she glanced down she saw an unmistakable bulge which made her swallow nervously. When she looked back up he was looking at her hungrily, and there was no mistaking his lust or the hint of violence in his gaze. She was stuck for a moment between her attraction to him, and her fear.

Later she was unable to remember how she was able to resist, but somehow she did. She ran off quickly and he watched her go like a cat allowing a mouse to escape, for the moment.