Pre-Arranged Love Ch. 10

29/05/10

Ch. 10. It has been ages, so thank you for bearing with me.

A big thank you to Jim who did more than help edit. :) He had me ruminating pretty hard on one scene which I had been stuck on, which is why this ch. was not uploaded a week ago. Anyways, I'm glad I did not give up on it. ;) You guys will have to tell me whether you thought it was worth it. I'll say which scene it was at the bottom of this. ;) (I truly hope I did not stuff up...)

Anyways, I hope you'll enjoy this ch. Happy reading!

le kitty

20/06/10

edited. ;)

~*~

Several hours later, we were seated comfortably before the dying embers of the fire. I had insisted on numerous games, having never played before. Llewellyn's arched eyebrow made me wonder at the truth of my statement but he consented, explaining the rules carefully and patiently played game after game with me, pointing out tactics. I was surprised that he would give away his advantage like that; however, after ten games of straight losing, I realized just what a formidable opponent Llewellyn was. Deterred not in the least, halfway through the fifteenth round, I insisted he not go easy on me.

"What makes you think I'm going easy on you?"

"Because," I eyed him with a glare, "You could've easily moved your bishop there with your last move, your castle is already in place, you could've placed your horse in position and checkmated me, but you didn't."

There was silence for a moment before Llewellyn laughed. "Callie, does nothing escape you? Really Callie, I could take you down in less than ten moves. But where would the fun be in that? Also, the proper term is Rook and Knight."

I glared at him, "Indeed, where would the fun be in that? I must pour all my efforts into a game I have lost before it is even started before you...you..." My voice trailed away, unable to finish and I turned my face away, beginning blush furiously.

Llewellyn tilted his head amused, "Before I what? Take you to my bed and hear you scream my name in pleasure?" Llewellyn laughed good-naturedly, "Is my little vixen breaking from the pressure of the challenge already?"

"No." I pursed my lips, feeling fire burn in my cheeks.

Llewellyn leaned forward on his elbows, "Good, because I would hate to end a challenge when it has barely begun."

Fire leapt in me and I glared at Llewellyn. "The challenge is not ended; I am only requesting that you refrain from going easy on me."

Llewellyn leaned back again, a mocking smile playing on his lips, "As my lady so wishes then."

He moved his pawn forward. A simple move, but my forehead furrowed in concentration. Biting my lower lip, I moved my queen across the board, in preparation to ambush his horse.

Four moves later Llewellyn had checked me and I was in checkmate on his eighth. I watched as an amused smile tugged the corners of his lips. The game had ended in less than five minutes.

Despite losing this round as I had known I would, I was not perturbed. My aim had been to observe Llewellyn's full blown offense tactics and I was pleased, knowing that soon I would be able to anticipate him. Nonchalantly I supplied, "Next game, and don't go easy."

I suppressed a small yawn but a shiver ran through my spine and I blinked, suddenly realizing that the fire had gone out and I was quite cold.

"No, I think we've played enough for tonight. You're tired and it's late." Llewellyn rebuffed firmly.

I bit my lower lip, suddenly unsure and perhaps a little afraid. I watched as Llewellyn stood and picked up a candle, "Shall we?" He held out his hand to me. Hesitantly, I took it, and he pulled me to my feet. His hand was warm and he pulled me closer, "You're cold." He rubbed my hand gently, "Come, lets go."

The moment we stepped through Llewellyn's chamber, he placed the candle in its bracket and picked me up, the door closed with a soft click. Despite my lingering fear, thoughts of my impending fate battered away my exhaustion. I felt Llewellyn move before he placed me on his bed, bending over to light the candle on the wall. A soft glow illuminated Llewellyn's features. Sitting on his bed, I stilled as Llewellyn bent down to kiss me. I felt his hands at my knees, grasping my shift as he slid his hands along the soft skin of my thighs. My breathing quickened as he continued up over my waist, drawing my shift with him. He drew it higher still and I raised my arms, allowing him to draw it over me.

By now, I could hear Llewellyn's heavy breathing. He paused and got off the bed. I watched as he stripped before climbing back. I stared up into his face, not able to see much. "Just relax," he whispered, spreading my thighs. I sucked in a sudden breath as I felt the first caress of Llewellyn's lips against the soft flesh of my inner thigh. He placed his palms against the inside of my knees as he worked his way up, nipping and trailing his tongue across my skin. I could feel the tingling start and the wetness start to pool. Llewellyn blew over my clit, brushing his lips across my lips fleetingly. I fought the urge to groan as his lips continued over my abdomen. Llewellyn feathered light kisses across my stomach and I giggled slightly, "That tickles!"

Llewellyn didn't reply, instead brought his mouth around a nipple and sucked, causing me to gasp. He nipped it lightly and I stifled a groan. He continued to tease in that fashion, returning to my clit, using his tongue to lash fiercely this time. A few moments later, my very audible moans were starting to fill the chamber, "Oh God...Llewellyn!" I gasped; feeling the coming of a climax, screaming, I spasmed, but Llewellyn's mouth only seemed to work more furiously. Several heartbeats later, the only sound that filled the chamber was my harsh breathing. Llewellyn's lips found mine and he kissed me deeply, coating my mouth in the taste of my own fluids. "You taste utterly delectable..." Llewellyn murmured against my mouth.

I deigned out of a reply and Llewellyn rolled over, effectively placing me on top of him. His hands grasped my thighs and held me against his stiff member. "Ride me Callie."

I stared at him wide eyed but biting my lip, I guided him to my entrance, hesitating before I started sinking down on him. Llewellyn groaned and I felt him twitch inside me. Sinking to the hilt, I paused a moment to adjust to the feel of him. "Callie..." Llewellyn groaned. I felt Llewellyn's hands slip around my hips, urging me to ride him, but decidedly curious, I leaned forward and darted my tongue out to tentatively flick against his nipple. This time Llewellyn sucked in a breath.

I nipped lightly, following his lead and finished playing with his right nipple, I moved on to his left, absently running my nose through his soft chest hair, feeling him twitch every now and then inside me. Llewellyn's breathing had grown heavier, "Callie!" His voice was almost sharp, tinged with a husky need I did not quite recognize.

I murmured absently as I flicked his left nipple with my tongue. Without warning Llewellyn grasped me firmly and had rolled over so that I was beneath him. A soft groan escaped through his teeth, "Enough Callie, I need you now." His voice was hoarse with huskiness and without further warning, he began to thrust. I gasped, but Llewellyn didn't cease his rhythm and my hips arched to meet him, a desire so forbiddenly passionate. He raised himself higher, eliciting a moan of pure pleasure from me. I scraped my fingernails across his back, digging into his shoulders as his fingers found my clit, pushing me closer to the edge until I was hovering, dangling precariously, "Oh God! I'm going to—" My sentence was cut off as I screamed. Llewellyn's mouth slanted over mine; swallowing my cries of ecstasy and moments later he stiffened against me and groaned.

"Callie..." Llewellyn swept his lips across my cheek, toyed against my lips and sought entry into my mouth again. Again, I denied him nothing, my legs still curled around him, still joined in the most intimate way. "Mm," Llewellyn murmured, satisfied in more ways than one. "You're mine." The words were whispered breathlessly as Llewellyn's mouth left mine but only to trail across the white column of my neck. "Do you remember your words this afternoon...?" Llewellyn never ceased feathering his chaste kisses upon my neck. I felt lightheaded already.

"No..." The chamber was heavy with the scent of our lovemaking.

"You said, 'Do what you will, I am not afraid.' Do you remember now." Llewellyn continued to murmur as he bent his head to work his way down my breast.

"Oh."

A small chuckle greeted my ears, "Regrets?"

"N-no."

"Sure?"

This time I thought I detected a trace of mischief in his voice and I could almost hear the smile in his voice.

"Seeing as you've taken all there is to take, I don't see what else you can be after." I tried for nonchalance.

This time Llewellyn stopped his ministrations, and brought his head up to face me, "Oh? Now really, nothing else I am after?"

It was too dim to make out any clear features, but I could promise his eyes fair twinkled with mischief. In a single fluid motion, Llewellyn slid out of me and turned me around. I gasped, but he didn't stop there. His hands gripped my hips, pulling them up; I barely caught my balance with my arms before I felt him against my derriere. I froze.

"No." My voice was stiff and I tried not to panic.

"No?" Llewellyn's voice was light, laced with humor. "Was I not invited to do 'what I will'?"

I tried to pull away from him, but his grasp was unyieldingly firm. "Oh no, you don't escape me that easily." Llewellyn seduced.

"No, please, not there." My voice was beginning to rise.

I almost jumped when I felt his lips on my back, near the crack of my buttocks, "Then where." His voice was soft, whispering over my skin.

"Anywhere but there. Please." My voice cracked as I felt my throat constrict.

Llewellyn paused before he ran his hand along the curve of my hip. He sighed, "Relax Callie. I won't take you there tonight." He planted a small kiss on the small of my back before easing away from my derriere. My relief was palpable.

"Thank you."

Llewellyn slipped beside me, "Anywhere but there...hm... here then." Llewellyn traced my lips with his fingers.

I looked at him confused, "Here?"

"Yes."

Llewellyn slid on the bed, and pulled me down onto his lower body. "Take me into your mouth."

I stared at him stupidly, comprehension finally dawning. "I don't know how."

Llewellyn's look of amusement was not amusing in the least. "You will." He guided my head firmly over his cock, "Use your mouth and your tongue."

I could already smell Llewellyn's salty, enticingly tangy scent, but that did not steer away my hesitation. Tentatively, I ran my tongue around his protruding tip and encouraged by his soft groan, I ran my tongue down and up and around his entire length before I took him into my mouth, sucking gently with my lips. He groaned and gripped my hair without exerting any force.

He tasted salty, yet not unpleasantly so. Bobbing down on him I discovered there was no way I could take the whole length down. "Relax your jaw Callie, just swallow."

I did as he said and he began to inch into my throat. I choked and came back up. "No, I can't do it."

Llewellyn released my head to tip my chin; I barely made out his eyes in the dimness of the chamber, "Unwilling already?" There was a slight mockery to his voice, more taunt than amused.

Fired by his remark, I placed my hand over his, brushing over it with my lips as I met his gaze with hardness, "Of course not, my lord." My breath caressed down his hand. Bending down, I allowed my nipples to brush against his leg tantalizingly before I returned to his stiff member. I ran a gently scraping fingernail across his length. Surprised and satisfied by his groan, I brought my lips over his head again, flicking my tongue against the tip. Llewellyn's groan could not have been more evident. I continued for a few more moments before beginning to ease him into my mouth.

Llewellyn gripped me again, "Callie." He groaned through restrained lips. I squeezed him with my lips and heard Llewellyn draw out a ragged breath. Surprised by this, I continued. Llewellyn hit the back of my mouth. I swallowed, relaxing to let him ease into my throat. Almost immediately, I could feel myself about to choke. I eased up before sinking down on him again. Placing my hands against his thighs, I continued in this manner and Llewellyn inched down my throat. The chamber filled with Llewellyn's harsh breathing, I could feel him throbbing in my mouth, my eyes flicked up to lock with Llewellyn's gaze. "Callie!" His voice was deep, urgent and husky. With no more warning, Llewellyn stiffened and shot over the edge. The chamber filled with his cries. Instinctually I froze before I swallowed, feeling his juices slide the rest of the way down my throat.

Llewellyn slid easily out of my mouth and a final flick against his head elicited a sigh. His hand's urged me up and complying, I straddled him, allowing him to pull me in for a kiss. "Satisfied?" I whispered as Llewellyn released me.

Llewellyn chuckled as he ran his hand through my hair, "Never."

I stared at him incredulously, "No?"

"No." Llewellyn affirmed. He pulled me down again to deliver a sweet kiss, "I am determined to have more of you tomorrow."

I gasped and Llewellyn chuckled before he rolled over and kissed me on the cheek. His tone changed from that of light amusement to something softer and deeper, "Thank you. I am satisfied." Llewellyn pulled me against his chest, entwining his legs with mine. "Sleep with me..." Llewellyn murmured. At his words, guilt trickled through me, in the heat of the moment I had given more than I had intended. The thought plagued me as my eyelashes began to grow heavy even as I fought to stay awake. It wasn't long before I drifted away, warmth stealing away my thoughts with dreams.

~*~

I woke slowly, still half asleep. Opening my eyes, I blinked, stunned for a moment before the night's events came trickling back. Gasping I shot up, Llewellyn's arm fell away. For a moment I was seized by a wild panic to run out of the chamber, my heart thumped in my chest, but the small silence of the chamber soon lured the peace back. Breathing deeply, I looked to Llewellyn, the sheet had slid down his body and I could see the agreeable features of half his face, the soft arch of his neck and sinewy grace of his muscles. Tentatively, I reached out to rub away the strand of brown hair that had flopped over his eye. My breath caught, he might have been a devil at times, but he was an angel in his sleep. A wry smile curved my lips, the beauty of innocence.

"Enjoying the view?" A sonorously deep voice broke the silence.

I almost jumped out of my skin. My eyes shot up to meet him with an almost guilty start and I pulled the sheet up to my chin, "Sorry."

Llewellyn's eyebrow shot up amused and he propped himself up on an elbow, "I want a proper greeting."

Taken aback, my eyes widened, "I—"

"Let's start with a good morning," Llewellyn reached out and tugged the sheet away from my body, "And then proceed to a kiss," Llewellyn sat up to cup my face and kissed me. "It's not dawn yet, sleep with me a while longer..."

Llewellyn tugged me back down on the bed, but I pulled away from him. No, I couldn't stay in his bed any longer. "I'm not tired Llewellyn. Let me get up."

Before he could speak I slipped off the bed and picking the silk nightshift up, I pulled it over me. Turning to face the bed, I bobbed a curtsey without looking at him and left the chamber. I could still remember the scorching heat of his touch, and really, I didn't need to tolerate that distraction any longer. My face heated and blood rushed through my body, distraction, really?

I shook my head vigorously, barely three days here and already my almost non-existent escape plan was being thwarted. I really had to focus, with a real effort, I shoved Llewellyn and his scorching touches to the back of my mind. Escape.

~*~

The days passed amiably, giving way into weeks. I was assigned a maid; Annabel. Beautiful garments had arrived for me and Annabel spent painstaking time dressing me properly. The Countess never failed to ask over me at the breakfast table. Despite my wariness, Llewellyn breached my sanctions, I admitted I found conversation with him enlightening and enjoyable and the nights filled to the brim with raw and sweet desires molded by fiery passions. Regardless, I hid a blush at that thought. Llewellyn had taken me on plenty of rides and had allowed me the exhilaration of experiencing the hunt.

I had completely familiarized Llewellyn's manor and surrounding lands, but upon asking for him to take me to town, he had refused with a certain air of wariness. Faced with my only option of winning Llewellyn's challenge, I had requested help from Monsieur Moreau who had explained tactics even more thoroughly than Llewellyn as we played. I still had yet to beat Llewellyn at his game of chess, but I knew I was growing close. I thoroughly enjoyed Monsieur Moreau's tutelage and his company in itself, so entirely different from Llewellyn. Many of our hours had been spent devoted to topics of little consequence, yet Monsieur Moreau always seemed to be able to see things in a brilliant spectrum of colors. My past decided to throw no more headaches at me and I was content to leave it alone for the time being. Isabella never failed to throw me looks of complete and utter hatred when she passed, but not once did she confront me again, which left me to wonder...just what did Llewellyn say to her?

The countess brought me out of my thoughts with a light touch; we were still strolling in the gardens, "Come child; tell me, how do you find Llewellyn? Now be honest."

I hesitated, "I enjoy his company...but I still find him too arrogant and demanding."

To my surprise, the Countess laughed, "Then you must forgive my son. He is after all, a thoroughly bred aristocrat."

I looked at the Countess in surprise, it was not a remark I was expecting, but a smile tugged her lips and her eyes twinkled a lighter shade of blue, the small lines around her eyes adding to her refining charm. Our talks extended long into the afternoon with the Countess never tiring of trying to teach me embroidery. I could not say I enjoyed the prick of the needle very much. "Not like that Callie." Again and again, the Countess chided me and when she was finally through with me, I could not have been more relieved.

After supper, we retired to the drawing room where the Countess continued her talk from earlier. From the way she spoke of her late husband Richard, I could tell she was still heartbroken over his death.

"Richard spent almost all his time searching for something lost to us. He never gave up, that fool." The Countess spoke with fondness, but I could detect the sadness in her words.

"What was he looking for?"

"The daughter of his best friend; Sethamir Stafford."

Warning bells went off in my head, and I felt a tingle shiver down my spine.

"Why?"

This time the Countess smiled wanly at me, but to me it seemed a cautious smile, as if she just realized she had stepped out of bound, "That's a story for another time. It is late now."

Understanding the dismissal, I nodded reluctantly and stood. "Goodnight my lady."

With a small curtsey, I left the room, my maid hot on my heels.

I had completely forgotten my agreement with Llewellyn, so engrossed in my thoughts as Annabel helped me out of my gown. A soft knock brought me out of my reverie. Annabel opened the door to reveal Llewellyn. Like me, she stood there stunned for a moment before bobbing a curtsey.

Llewellyn smiled wryly as he stepped into the room, arching an eyebrow at me.