Pre-Arranged Love Ch. 04

(5/2/10) hey guys!

alright, i'm done, so, i present to you...CHAPTER 4!

okay, this is just going to be author babble, so feel free to just skim down and begin reading. I mean, who wants to read author babble? (ah, that would be me. Yep, i read all author's babble) :) haha, okay, so down to the nitty gritty babble;

First of all, this is the first sex scene i've ever written, so, it's definitely not the best in the basket, coupled with the fact that i really don't have the experience, some things might be wrong. (but hey, all it takes is a good imagination ;) )

Secondly, it took me ages to churn this out because i was stuck. Yeah, stuck on the sex scene, so i just plodded along when i had the time each day and didn't write much. Trust me, google was my constant companion. It's amazing how the amount of stories i've read on this site couldn't prepare me for writing a sex scene. I guess thats why first hand experience tops the chart.

Thirdly, i have to thank that anonymous person who asked me to update soon and said 'You're a wonderful writer'. :) Truly, that's the first time i got that, so, yeah, it means a lot. That feedback comment is what hardened my resolve to sit down and finish chapter 4. Now this is getting sort of personal, but i hope you enjoy this chapter, i mean, thanks for checking back everyday. :) I know, this just proves what an amateur i am.

Fourthly, to everyone else who's also following my story, thank you.

Fifthy, this is getting ridiculous, haha.

Happy reading and please comment. Is there something wrong with the sex scene or anything like that?

Thank you,

le kitty

ps. sorry about the lateness. I got rejected. :(

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I woke in a large bed, slowly becoming aware of my surroundings, wincing as my head throbbed from the little tripping accident. Sitting up, I realized it was a huge chamber; cold air blew around me, an open balcony, I surmised. I swung my legs off the bed, noticing that I was clad in only my chemise, someone had removed my garments. The thought of that sent tension rolling off my body. I padded slowly to the balcony, Llewellyn stood half naked, his well toned backside faced me and I gasped, throwing a hand to my mouth. My slight gasp of surprise must have alerted him, for he turned around, seeing me, 'you're awake.'

I gave a slow nod, not trusting my voice, frozen to the spot.

'How's your head?'

'F-fine.' I hated the quaver in my voice.

Llewellyn frowned as he walked up to me, 'don't be afraid, please. I will never hurt you.'

He gently traced the bruise on my forehead, I was sure it had turned purple, before lifting my chin to gently kiss my now trembling lips. 'Everything will be fine, I promise,' he whispered.

'No, you say you will not hurt me, but you will. You are no different to the trainers and the men at the prostitute market; you're going to rape me.' My voice quavered, the fear was not to be kept at bay.

'You're wrong. You're completely wrong Callie.' Llewellyn spoke with emotion, almost angrily, as he held my chin and looked me in the eye. 'When I take you, you will be willing; I promise you that, it will not be rape. I will never hurt you.'

With that, Llewellyn brought his lips back to mine, stronger and fiercer this time. His tongue plunged into my mouth, coaxing, invading. I barely had time to comprehend it before he had grasped my chemise, pulling it off me swiftly that the delicate garment ripped when it came off my arms and I was left standing in all my nakedness. I knew the inevitable was coming even as I tried to cover myself.

Llewellyn pressed himself to me; I could feel the stirring of his manhood as he circled an arm around me, his other firmly gripping my chin as his lips caressed my face. He bent me backwards, kissing a tender trail down my neck as his tongue darted out to taste my skin. I placed my palms on his shoulders, wanting to push him away, but other thoughts were clouding my mind, how could this possibly feel good? I let out a gasp as his tongue made contact with my nipple, coaxing it to bud.

'No...' I gasped out, blinking away my tears as I pushed through the haze clouding my mind. Llewellyn's only response was to tighten his hold around my waist and take my lips with his as his other hand slid down my form, over my behind, creeping lower to delve between my most private area. He easily slipped a finger inside, that small invasion causing that same feeling to unfurl within my lower belly. I began struggling in earnest, breaking away from his lips, 'stop, please!' I cried.

'Shh...' Llewellyn whispered, as he picked me up easily and carried me over to the bed, laying me down gently as he moved to remove his breeches. I quickly rolled sideways, flinging myself over the bed. I barely made a few feet before Llewellyn's arm snaked around me, swinging me back to dump me gently on the bed. I backed away from him as he discarded his breeches. My breath caught as I beheld the sight of his proud manhood, dimly visible in the soft candlelight. Despite myself, I was mesmerized for this was the first I had ever seen.

Llewellyn reached out and before I could move, he had grabbed both my ankles and was dragging me towards him. Rational fear gripped me and I screamed, kicking out at him. My kick must have caught him by surprise as he released me, grunting as my foot connected with his lower jaw. Adrenaline coursing through me, I scrambled off the other side of the bed, running for the door. I made it to the door as footsteps sounded behind me and Llewellyn's well muscled arms hit the wall with a thump, he had effectively trapped me again.

'You can't run from me, Callie' Llewellyn's voice whispered silkily low in my ear, causing the skin on my neck to prick. I shrieked as in a single deft movement, he picked me up, tossing me over his shoulders as he proceeded back to the bed. I hit the bed with a muffled thump, disoriented for a moment. Llewellyn leaned over me and I felt soft fabric wrap around my wrists, tightening securely, leaving my hands tied to the headboard of the bed.

'No!' I gasped, tugging at the restraints, horrified, but Llewellyn only chuckled, 'Callie, tonight I make you mine,' and before I could reply, he had brought his lips to me again, forcing a passionate kiss upon me. I squirmed, unable to get away as I felt his hands move down my body. Llewellyn's lips left mine, only to be felt a second late on my nipple. I moaned as he tweaked them, unable to help myself as the sensual tingling began again in my lower belly. His hands caressed my body, almost teasingly; I had never thought my body was so sensitive to such touch. His parted my now pliant thighs and I let out another gasp as he fingers once again found my private area, unthinkingly, I arched against him. His only response was to chuckle, 'such a delightful tease, wet already, Callie, your body already desires for me to bring you pleasure...,' he brought his fingers to my lips, circling before dipping into my mouth. I tasted what must have been my own fluids, shock bringing me to the reality of what was happening.

'No!' I snapped my thighs shut, 'this is wrong, you can't do this, please, Llewellyn, I'm begging you, don't do this.'

Llewellyn bent down as he wiped away the tears that leaked from my eyes, 'are you afraid?' he asked, his voice gentle.

'Yes.'

'Of what?' Llewellyn asked as he returned back to my thighs, parting them with his hands. I tried to close them, but his solid knees kept them parted, 'of what?' he asked again.

My cheeks heated, no longer in my pleasurable daze, the fact that he had calmly splayed me open was far more embarrassing than anything else.

Llewellyn leaned forward on one arm to support him, so I was looking directly up at him, while his other slowly began to slide up my thighs, caressing sensually, 'I am waiting for an answer...Callie,' he whispered.

I turned my head sideways on the pillow breathing heavily as his nimble fingers shot strange feelings to my private area. His hands crept up further still, reminding me of the answer he was waiting for.

I squirmed, not understanding the need that was building in me. Llewellyn laughed softly, 'Callie, it shouldn't be that hard to answer my question.'

His hands crept higher still and I sucked in a breath, pulling at my bindings as he finally touched me there again. Not wanting him to probe deeper, I replied, trying not to gasp at the wanton feelings he was eliciting in me,' your thing.'

Llewellyn stopped and I saw him smile slightly, almost tauntingly, 'Callie, has your mother never schooled you on the topic of pleasure? Do you not know what my male counterpart is called?'

I was embarrassed but far angrier, 'my mother is dead,' I hissed. 'I was raised by my father and my brothers.'

There was a pause as Llewellyn didn't speak.

'I'm sorry,' he spoke softly and I could hear the sincerity in his voice.

Feeling bitter that he had forced me to bring up this topic, I replied harshly, 'don't be, I never knew her.'

I turned my face away from him, not wanting him to my anguish, but his hand that had been at the apex of my thigh's came up to grip my chin firmly to face him. I stared at him angrily, but he didn't speak. His tone sounded almost uncertain when he finally spoke, 'Callie—' he began, but closed his mouth. I watched surprised as he opened his mouth to speak only to close it again. 'What?' I asked.

Llewellyn paused before he spoke again, this time his voice devoid of any previous uncertainties, 'Callie, you're naivety greatly amuses me, my "thing" as you so unfortunately call it, is the source of great pleasure for woman, and today, you will find pleasure clenched around it. It seems I will school you another day.' His tone sounded final and a new fear coursed through me, there was no longer the easy teasing in his voice. Llewellyn's hand skimmed sensually over my body, eliciting more tingling. He traced my areole, avoided the nipple before he crept down again and slipped a finger into me, rubbing firmly before he slipped in another.

'No! Stop! There is no pleasure to be found in rape, it's a sin,' I gasped as a fresh wave of pleasure assaulted me.

'Oh? Is that so? Then why do I hear you moaning, no Callie, you're a woman in the throes of pleasure and when there is pleasure, there is no rape because you are right, there is no pleasure to be found in rape.' Llewellyn's voice had taken on a hard edge.

I felt him speed up, his fingers rubbing up and down, pressure was building, I moaned as I thrust my hips up, desiring for something I couldn't explain.

'That's it Callie...' Llewellyn whispered, but I barely heard him, too lost in the sensation of his fingers.

I writhed on his fingers for what seemed like ages, feeling the pressure increase to the point of no return when suddenly he withdrew his fingers and I cried out in loss and frustration as I arched my hips, inviting his fingers back. Llewellyn leaned over me, 'Callie that is what I can give you, pleasure. Ask me to continue and I will not deny you.'

I moaned as his fingers found their way down there again, 'ask me to let you come.' My eyes shot up to meet his, bewildered, and for a moment I thought he faltered as some different emotion flickered in his eyes, but then it was gone and I was swept away by the tides of pleasure that was assaulting me.

I moaned as the pressure built up and cried out again as his fingers left for a second time. 'No, please!' I cried without thinking.

'Please what?' Llewellyn whispered.

I moaned heavily and Llewellyn spoke again, 'ask me, and I will not deny you.'

The pressure subsided a little before Llewellyn began his assault again, bringing me closer to the edge. Just when I felt I was going to go over, he stopped and the pressure subsided again, it was completely agonizing. 'Argh! No more, please!' I pulled against the restraints helplessly, loosing count of the number of times he had 'denied me'.

Llewellyn laughed and stopped his assault to look me in the eye. My eyes widened as he lifted my ankles, bringing my knees closer to my breasts and I felt his manhood position against me, rubbing gently along my length, coating in my fluids. 'Callie, this will hurt a little, but I promise it will be pleasurable later, just relax' Llewellyn whispered.

My eyes widened again in shock and I gasped as he began to enter. It was not uncomfortable and I almost welcomed him as I throbbed with painful need. Llewellyn continued to push further, invading me and I cried out as I felt his manhood push insistently against me and I pulled against my restraints. There was pain as he eased the rest of his length within me and tears forced their way out of my eyes. Llewellyn had taken my virginity.

'Shh...' Llewellyn bent down, tracing the tip of his tongue over my tears and began to ease in and out of me. After a few moments the pain began to subside, allowing a new feeling to take its place. Llewellyn's thrust sped up and this time I moaned in pleasure, hardly aware of the restraints biting into my wrists as I thrust my hips up to meet his solid length. Llewellyn let go of my ankles and without thinking, I wrapped them around him, hearing only our breathing and the rhythmic connecting of our bodies. The seconds blurred together as I lost myself in the pleasure that was building, a climax that was approaching.

I gasped, arching as I cried out, the strongest overwhelming spasms of pleasure assaulted me. A heartbeat later Llewellyn groaned and stiffened, before he sagged onto me, using his hands to keep his weight of my body. My senses coming back to Earth, I could smell the sweat and something else clinging to our entwined bodies. My eyes widened as my head cleared and I realized just exactly what I had done. I gasped, feeling the contours that joined our bodies far too acutely.

Shame heated my cheeks and I turned my face aside, knowing the futility of my situation as grave acceptance settled like stone in my heart. I closed my eyes, trying not to think as Llewellyn slid out of me, reaching up on his knees with an arm to release my wrists. He brought them down, rubbing away the numbness with his gentle calloused hands. I blinked away tears as he turned my chin and kissed me.

I jerked my face away, more tears brimming out of my eyes, 'are you happy now?' I asked, my voice hoarse with choking bitterness.

I flinched as his fingers caressed my cheek, 'I've made you mine. No other man may lay hand on you, so yes, I am pleased,' Llewellyn murmured.

Angry, I replied, 'I am not yours. You may have taken my body; you may see me as a possession, but you will never have anything else that is mine to give!'

I pushed at his chest, catching him off guard as I rolled off the bed only to stagger and fall to the floor. My anger evaporated and sobs racked my body, uncontrollable as my floodgate of tears unhinged. Barely a moment passed before strong arms circled around me, bringing me firmly against a muscled chest. This time I didn't pause, I struggled against him, fought against the intimacy of our bodies as tears rolled off my face, but Llewellyn held me firmly.

'Shh, hush, all will be well. I'm sorry.' Llewellyn spoke softly, gently as he brushed loose strands of hair out of my face. I squirmed, trying to get out of his grip, but he suppressed my efforts with little effort on his part as he brought my arms to the front of his chest before holding me tightly against him so my arms were useless, captured between our bodies. I don't know how long he held me, or how long I struggled. I don't know when my tears stopped as time seemed to blur, but the last thing I remember was seeing his blue eyes in the dim light before my head sank into the pillow and sleep dragged me under.