Pre-Arranged Love Ch. 05

(07/01/10) Hey guys!

Guess what, I got this chapter down in 2 days.

It's my second sex scene. I'd like to think it's better than the previous one, but then, I don't know, after all, it's you, my reader, who decides. However, writing this scene was much easier, haha, well, at least there's an improvement.

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Happy reading!

le kitty

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I woke slowly as the early call of the birds greeted my ears. Feeling the soft mattress beneath me, I frowned before realization of where I was and what happened last night hit me. My eyes flew open and I was greeted with the sight of Llewellyn's spacious chamber. The sheet slid down my body, revealing my nakedness as I sat up. I winced as the slight soreness between my thighs made itself known. I listened for any sign human activity and convinced there was no one but me; I gingerly moved off the bed.

I had never been in a manor, let alone a lord's chamber, so the sheer enormity of Llewellyn's luxurious chamber created quite an impression. The chamber was wide, maybe 33 feet in width and double that in length. I looked around, noting the height of the ceiling, the articulate portraits, paintings, the fireplace, furniture, the large double door and a smaller one to my right end of the chamber. My skimming eyes took in the balcony and curiosity got the better of me. I padded across to see the view the balcony might offer, thoughts of escape slipping to the back of my mind.

I pushed the glass doors open and stepped onto the balcony. Walking forward, my eyes widened in surprise and I gasped, leaning over the edge; Llewellyn's balcony, situated highest in the manor, overlooked the beautifully tended gardens, flowers straining in bloom. At the heart of the gardens was an intricate labyrinth. Further north, I could see the vast expanse of woodland that was hunting ground for Llewellyn, his yeomen, his freemen and serfs. Some distance to the right, I could see a village of around 40-50 houses, surrounded by vast strips of arable land. The view was so completely beautiful, even the very air was beautiful. I inhaled deeply as a smile played on my lips.

My trail of thoughts was interrupted when an arm snaked around me, drawing me back. I yelped in surprise as I stumbled, caught against a hard chest.

'I do not like it when you stand out here, baring your glory for the world to see,' Llewellyn murmured, his voice laced with huskiness as he spoke into my ear. His breath caressed my neck, causing the hairs to stand up.

My breath caught and I stiffened, compelled to rebel, 'I do not like it when you touch me.' I replied stiffly, my tone somewhat imperious.

This elicited a laugh from Llewellyn. He grasped me around my waist, hoisting up my thighs and carried me over to dump me on the bed. I turned around to glare at him, my arms across my breasts as I tried to preserve what little modesty I had left. Llewellyn stood over me in his white linen shirt, loosely tucked into his breeches as he arched an eyebrow, amused. I could see his thin patch of soft chest hair at the V-neck of his shirt. His brown hair was slightly ruffled and slightly longer than the norm. Under normal circumstances I would have admired his handsome features and the hairstyle that rather suited him.

Llewellyn reached out to grasp my wrists, pulling them swiftly to pin them on the bed as he leaned over me, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. 'Well, in that case, we shall see just how much you distaste my touch.'

Llewellyn pulled my wrists together, using one hand to raise them over my head. His other hand skimmed across the contours of my breasts and down over the curves of my hips, causing butterflies to knot in my belly. Llewellyn crawled on the bed, using his knees to spread my thighs. He stayed like that for a moment as his eyes took in image I present. I blushed, but determination heated my blood and my eyes did not stray from his. If the inevitable was coming, I would not cower, after all, what was there left to protect?

'You're beautiful...' he whispered, drawing a finger over my nipple which immediately began to pucker.

'No,' I looked up into his blue eyes, 'please don't.' I didn't want to feel the pools of desire stir in my loins, a feeling he seemed to cause with the simplest of touches. Llewellyn's only response was to place his hand between my thighs possessively, circling seductively. Already, I could feel the desire pooling. I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on anything but the stirrings of desire.

'Open your eyes Callie,' Llewellyn spoke, a clear command.

I didn't want to open my eyes and see the passionate hunger burning in his eyes, etched within his fair complexion. Suddenly I gasped and my eyes shot open as Llewellyn pinched me between my thighs.

'Yes, open your eyes. I want to see the yearning that I will put there when you burn for my touch...' Llewellyn's voice whispered sensually over my senses and I gasped as his breath tickled my private area. Llewellyn let go of my wrists and grasped my thighs, pushing me further up on the bed. Before I could react, he had brought his head between my thighs and his tongue had darted out to play sensually against the entrance of my sex.

I clutched the bed sheet that was crumbled beneath me, my knuckles turning white. My breath came out in short gasps; I was not prepared for this. Somewhere in my daze, the shame of what I was doing made itself momentarily known before pleasure swept away all coherent thoughts.

Llewellyn's tongue swirled insistently against me, bringing forth to bud, a forbidden pleasure. Any reluctance I harbored vanished and I moaned, thrusting my hips forward wantonly, feeling the beginning stirrings of release. Llewellyn's tongue darted skillfully between my folds, taking me higher. Just when I thought I was going to erupt into bliss, Llewellyn withdrew.

'No!' I cried out, whimpering in frustration as I arched my hips higher, my eyes wild with desire. I looked up and heat radiated through my body as I met his blue eyes, burning fiercely with a passion I could not describe. Llewellyn shucked his breeches, stepping out of his drawers and boots. He bent down to take my lips with his, I could hear his heavy breathing as he ran his tongue over my lower lip before pushing into my mouth and I tasted my fluids.

Llewellyn spread my thighs, positioning his manhood against me. I gasped as the tip of his head began to penetrate me. However he slid out after that small intrusion, causing me to gasp in frustration.

'Now, tell me, do you want my touch and the pleasure of my cock?' Llewellyn whispered, capturing my wrists in his hands again, holding them next to me. He rubbed his member along the slit of my region teasingly, drawing a long moan from me.

'Yes,' I gasped, 'please!'

Llewellyn chuckled, 'not good enough Callie. Tell me you want my touch. Tell me you need my cock in you. Say it.'

I writhed and arched my hip, the pressure was driving me insane, I needed release, and I needed it badly. Coherency long gone I cried out desperately without inhibition, 'I want your touch,' I gasped as another wave of pleasure assaulted me, throbbing soundly just short of release, panting, I screamed 'I need your cock in me!'

That was all it took, Llewellyn plunged into me, grunting in pleasure as I met him without hesitation, too lost in the ecstasy of our union.

Given my state of arousal, it was only a moment before I plunged over the edge, screaming out my pent up ecstasy. Llewellyn moaned as I clenched around him before he too stiffened, the rapture of our love making sending him over the edge. We were both breathing heavily and Llewellyn's sweat coated body slid against mine as he kissed me softly on the lips.

He slid out of me and the sudden emptiness caused my head to clear. Shame coursed through me, there was no one to blame but me; I had enjoyed it completely, offering myself up without hesitance, and that was worse than just being raped. I truly wished he had just raped me.

I felt Llewellyn's weight lift off the bed and the rustle of fabric that meant Llewellyn was getting dressed. I curled into a ball, my hair falling into my face as my tears began to unleash. I knew I was crying too much, but I couldn't help it, I didn't want this.

The bed dipped again and Llewellyn reached over, pulling me into his arms as he cupped my face, brushing the hair away from my face. I looked into his face, the concern I saw there caught me off guard. Llewellyn wiped away the tears that leaked from my eyes.

'Tell me these tears are not sad ones...' he whispered.

I blinked away the tears, trying to turn my head away, but Llewellyn cupped my face firmly, 'give me a reason Callie. Why do you cry?' Llewellyn's voice was soft, gentle and soothing, but it only served to make my tears flow harder. Why did he have to be so nice?

'Why didn't you just rape me?' I whispered, unable to avoid his searching gaze.

I felt him stiffen and his eyes darkened, 'Is that what you want? For me to rape you?' Llewellyn asked; his voice strained.

'It would have been easier for me to accept, there would not be this shame,' I replied in a small soft voice, my head bowed.

This time Llewellyn's eyes narrowed and I could feel his anger bubbling just beneath the surface.

'Callie, I am a man of honor and intellect, not a brute that would violate a woman for his own pleasure. There is no shame in enjoying the pleasures of flesh, do you understand?' Llewellyn lifted my chin, forcing me to acknowledge his words.

Anger stirred in me at his words, 'if you are a man of honor, you would not have done what you did.'

There was a pause before Llewellyn replied, 'you are mine. Understand that I have the right to own your body and give it pleasure in any way possible and it is no shame.'

'Then you are no man of honor if all I am is an object to be used at your disposal, but of course, I forgot, you purchased me.' There was bitterness in my voice, the word 'purchased' drew out my disgust.

I could see Llewellyn working to control his anger now as he released his hold on my chin, 'Callie, you were mine whether or not I purchased you and under the legal system, I have every right as that of a husband.'

'Lord de Clare, you talk in riddles. I do not know what you speak of.' My voice sounded, irascibly, reverting back to previous formalities as I drew the barrier between us.

'No, you do not,' Lord de Clare replied curtly and I could see the hardness in his eyes. He stood, 'I will send Grizela up to help you get dressed. She will assign you a maid and tell you what to do.'

I watched as he turned and left. Falling back onto the bed, I buried my head in the pillow, trying to dam the tears that were squeezing out of my eyes. I would escape, I had to.