Saving Clara Ch. 03

William stands slowly, he presses his hand to his chest wincing, he glances at me and gives me a sad smile, "I am truly sorry." He sounds so sincere as he exits the room, Ander follows behind him and I am left standing there utterly confused to the entire situation. I pace the room fury deteriorating with the loss of my attacker, as my mind begins to clear I consider why he would sound so sincere after trying to force himself on me. Ander hadn't threatened him, not as he threatened the Marquis, he hadn't even spoken to him... When the door opens I am met with Lord Ander's gaze, he closes the door behind him and locks it pulling the key with him.

He strides past me and sets the key on the desk before he leans against it with his arms crossed, he doesn't initiate conversation and I can't contain my frustration, "Did you tell him to seduce me?"

Ander raises his eyebrow, "Have you forgotten your place?"

I barely manage my frustration, "Did you tell him to seduce me my Lord?"

He studies me, "You are quite perceptive are you not Clara?"

I back away from him, "Let me out of here!" He stares at me, his eyes roam freely over me and I can feel the heat under his gaze, I have thought of his touch often and even in my rage I feel the fire start to burn.

"Have you touched yourself thinking of me Clara?"

I can barely think of what to say, he steps toward me and I cannot make myself move, I am furious but I have craved his presence so desperately that I can't bear to move away. He rests his hand on my wrist, he raises my hand to his face and before I can register what he is doing my index finger is buried in his mouth. My knees weaken and I moan, I rest my other hand on his chest breathing hard as his warm tongue caresses the pad of my finger. I should be angry, I should storm out of the room as a respectable woman would but I don't want to be a respectable woman with him...

He pulls his lips from my finger and his fiery eyes are locked on mine, "Tell me."

I look away from him, when I lose sight of him it makes it easier to think, easier to grasp my anger, he grabs my shoulders and presses me against the door. The gentle forcefulness burns the fire ever hotter and I can barely breathe. He is so close now his scent washes over me and I have missed it so in these past weeks, I close my eyes and try to distance myself from it but his mouth is on my throat. His tongue teases at my earlobe and I clench my hands to fists trying to stifle the pleasure crashing through me, "Tell me sweet Clara."

"Yes my Lord, yes."

"Yes what Clara?"

I whimper as his teeth scrape across my throat, "I have touched myself thinking of you my Lord."

He growls against my neck, "And were you satisfied?" My breathing becomes wild, I try to press against his shoulders, he grabs my wrists and pins them to the wall. His tongue teases along the edge of my jaw, his eyes settle on mine as he grips my wrists above my head in one of his own. Ander's hand is below my skirt in an instant, before I can think against it I part my legs for him, "Tell me your thoughts Clara."

The way he says my name sends sparks down my spine, his finger teases at my entrance and my eyes roll back in my head, "No, my Lord." He studies me, his expression looks pained, I twist against him but his strength is greater than William's and I cannot hope to break away from him. Being trapped intensifies the heat within me, Ander moves quickly. He pulls me from the wall, in one motion he all but flings me over the desk so I am bent over it, I look back to see him yank down his trousers. Sanity crashes over me, I start to straighten but he holds me down, his hand spreads across my shoulders easily hindering my escape. He flips up my skirt, pain blossoms through me, his cock is buried to the hilt within me, "Please my Lord, please don't..."

The initial pain fades quickly, and my pussy eagerly accepts him becoming a complete traitor to my mind. I reach back pressing against his stomach as if it will make him stop, he snatches up my hands and I am helpless beneath him. I tremble beneath him, the crash comes harshly, washing over me before I can prepare and I strain against him as he starts pumping into me, "Ander please!"

But he doesn't hear me. My climax spirals through me, hitting hard, my breath comes in harsh pants, "God I missed your pussy Clara." His voice is a dark growl, it vibrates through me deliciously and I can feel the muscles in my pussy clench around him, "Fuck."

As the wave settles my pussy trembles around him, my whole body feels tense with anticipation. Pleasure washes away my confusion and anger leaving only this instant, his body commanding mine... His thrusts become harder and I can hear the change in his breath, he slams deep within me and his seed fills me. At that feeling reality crashes against me, imagining his damned child within me. Ander pulls from me slowly, he slumps into a chair breathing hard but he looks utterly pleased with himself. I straighten and make about fixing my skirt, I palm the key easily enough, his attention isn't quite sharpened yet. I move around him slowly, as he starts to open his mouth, "Clara what..."

I jam the key into the lock, fling the door open and without much thought I take the key slam the door and lock it. I stand with the key resting in my hand knowing full well that my very actions could mean a lynching, or the mines, but it doesn't matter to me. Nothing matters. Instead of the furious yelling and pounding I expect there is merely silence on the other side of the door, I don't wait for his anger to blossom. Instead I stride from the house to the stables, there are a few stable boys wandering doing their chores but they pay me no mind. I glance at Shadow and before I can give it much thought I open her stall, I manage to climb the side of her stall and I ease onto her back. Her withers twitch but otherwise she doesn't move, I urge her forward and she walks into the open field. There is a fence but that doesn't concern me, I tap her with my heels and she begins trotting, I tighten my legs around her ribs my thigh clenches but the cramp eases away well enough.

I grip her mane and revel in the moment of freedom, I imagine Ander locked in the room finally realizing that it is locked and I have gone. How long will it take for his rage to awaken? The field extends past the fence disappearing behind a hill, I urge Shadow faster and her trot burns down to a run, without breaking step she jumps. My heart races as she clears the fence, for a moment it is like I am flying, when she slams to the ground it jars me hard and I nearly tumble from her. I clamp my legs around her causing pain to spark up to my hip, she slows to an easy walk and I am grateful for it, once we are out of sight of the house I merely pull on her mane and she stops. I slide from her and collapse on the grass, "I shouldn't have done that..." Shadow snorts as she brushes her lips over the grass, "He's going to kill me, I hope he does..."