Chapter 9
Matt
The first rays of dawn slanted across my face. Light pricked my eyes and prompted me to roll over, yet I found that I was unable to do so. Confused I pried one eye open and looked over. My other eye flew open a second later when I saw Duke Irvine curled next to me; his head rested on my chest and his arm wrapped tightly around my waist. For a moment I just laid there as my brain tried to figure out what had happened, but then it all came back.
With a soft sigh I tried to disentangle myself from him but his grip tightened and I could not stop the small smile that lifted my lips. A sudden noise from outside the door wiped it off though, and my eyes widened in terror at the thought of being found in bed with my master. Frantically I shook him, and prayed for him to wake quickly.
"Hmngh." He mumbled sleepily, and stretched his neck so that his lips are near my ear, and his warm, moist breath stirred the hairs there, making me shiver.
"You must get up Sire! Someone's outside my door!" The simple sentence brought his eyes open and I saw the panic surge into their blue depths. A knock sounded at the door and I tried to think of something.
"Quick, yell at me!" I hissed.
"What?"
"Yell at me!"
Christopher began to shout at me, yelling that he had requested my presence in his solar early today, and that I had not shown up. We kept up our farce until the knocking ceased, and cautiously I peeked from the window and noted that whoever had been there had gone. When I turned back to the Duke his face was set in thought as he leaned against the wall to take some pressure off his injured ankle. I bit my lip, and held back any question of what his thoughts were. I went to my bed and began to make it, as I felt the Dukes' cobalt eyes on me. When I glanced back at him he was watching me through his lashes, trying to be discrete, the hard thought still painted over his features
"M'Lord, if it's not too invasive, might I ask what you're thinking about?" I grimaced, it sounded as if Christian had asked the question, but I did not say anything else. Part of me was afraid to know what his answer was.
For a moment he said nothing, and I did not think he would answer me. Then, in a small voice, he spoke up. His eyes darted around as though it was difficult for him to look at my face.
"I...you...last night Matthew. You kissed me. Surely it was merely a lapse in judgment." His soft cheeks colored a deep red, as though he was an embarrassed debutante in the presence of her first beau.
I stood there with my face in flames as that particular action resurfaced; my lips against his. It was true, I had kissed him, and yet I still did not know why—what plausible reason was there to justify such a disgusting act? Although it did not much disgust me, nay it did not disgust me at all. Nervously I rubbed the back of my neck which suddenly burned with heat. I tried to think of something proper, but nothing came to mind.
"Well, y'see…" I watched as he continued to track each movement I made. "You were hurting and I did not know what to do. I am not very skilled in those types of situations, and when Jezebel or Darla are upset, a kiss always makes them feel better. I thought it would do the same for you seeing as how you seem rather...well I do not have to tell you m'lord, you know already." My face was surely even hotter than before, and I was having a hard time finding something to do with my hands, and yet even in the confusion in my mind I was still able to think about kissing him again. In fact, his lips looked invitingly soft in the early morning light and--No, I mustn't think this way! I hate him! HATE HIM! But if I hated him with such vigor, why was it that I drew near him again, so close that I could have reached my fingers out and brushed them against the petal-soft skin of his cheek. He smiled, but it was a sad smile, and somehow it stung me just a little.
"You are kinder to me than my own wife, Matthew."
I saw tears rim his eyes and hang on his golden lashes, as jewels of dew cling to sleepy blades of grass in the morn. He cast his forlorn gaze downwards to the dusty floor.
"I-I must go. She will be awake soon and...I must ask her forgiveness. I can not spend every night in your bed, and I am sure that is a relief to you." He added, and forced a small smile.
Don't start bloody crying, damn it!
A few tears had leaked out from under his lashes and once more I found myself pulling him close; only this time I kissed the salty drops from his eyes. He just looked so alone, so lost. Confused now more than ever at my actions I stepped back quickly and tossed a linen shirt over my head and left the room, scowling and growling to myself about how stupid I must have appeared to him, as though I had begin to crave his attentions.
I stormed through the stables, and ended up in the forge where I glared at the glowing coals and wished that I could take one and rake the soft feelings that have taken root in my soul away, leaving only a burned mark--another scar to the others. In time, I would forget what caused them and count myself lucky that I had survived whatever had put them there, be it a hand in anger, or a hand in lust.
Chris
I sighed, and wiped at my eyes. I felt a complete fool! Surely the unruly Matthew was only toying with me to crush my feelings, as absurd as they were. Bah, feelings for a lowly slave! I was so upset that I must have been over estimating his kindness. After all I had put him through by my hand, he would surely not express genuine concern for me, though the simple actions had made my heart beat faster, and gave me a source of comfort I had never felt before. I ran my hand through my sleep mussed hair, and limped from Matthews' quarters. I had to face the coldness that awaited me inside, wrapped in satin and silk.
I glared down at the ring on my finger, the sun winked from the smooth surface like a smoldering flame, scorching. I looked away from that enslaving symbol, and up over the rolling landscape, shrouded in morning mist; the sky pink and soft as a kittens' nose smeared with cream. I wanted to screw the damn band from my finger and send it soaring into the fog, never to see it again. Of course I did no such thing.
I limped towards my home, and then inside, grateful that it was still too early yet for the staff to be up and about. If they had been, I would certainly be greeted with odd looks and whispers from one ear to another about what I was doing up and about outdoors in only my nightshirt, my ankle bound with leather. I pulled a chair from the table and waited, tracing the dark veins in the wood with my fingertips. I considered going upstairs to greet her, perhaps get my groveling out of the way in private, but the stairs seemed too much of a daunting task. My ankle was already throbbing painfully and by the pressure against the leather strap, I knew it was swelling. I would have Christian help me up to my solar later, and find some story to tell him about what had happened to me, for surely he would be curious, though he would have the discretion not to ask outright. Perhaps I had turned my ankle walking in my sleep. I shrugged. It would do well enough.
Soon the kitchen staff started to trickle in. Jezebel wiped sleep from her eyes and set her cap on her head. Darla trailing after her, her red hair a mess as she wove it with her fingers, a smile on her face. The two ladies nodded courteously to me, and went on about their way; they had other more important things to do this day such trying to stay out of the way of my militant wife.
As if the thought summoned her, she swept into the dinning room amidst a ruffle of silk and gossamer. Her eyes glinted as though something had already displeased her this morn. Perhaps she had awoken with a stiff toe. I snorted, and tried to cover it up as a cough. She narrowed her eyes at me and I offered a wan smile but let it slip from my lips as hers curled back in a feral snarl.
I called Darla to me and requested that my breakfast be taken to my study; I had ledgers to look over for the month. It was not a complete lie, although my ledgers could certainly wait. However, my study seemed to be the only place that my doting wife would not step foot in, and I wished verily to be hid away from her. I took a deep breath and pushed myself to my feet, walking as well as I could even though it felt as if someone had prodded a white hot poker into my ankle. If the lovely Katie Lea or sweet Darla noticed my limp, neither gave acknowledgement of it.
I had not been in my study long, in fact I had barely gotten through my morning cup of tea, when the harridan that called herself my wife stormed in. Her eyes flashed as she slapped her hands palm down on the smooth top of my desk, jarring my quill and books. I swallowed the last mouthful of the warm liquid, and quirked my eyebrow at her in a way which I hoped was a nonchalant gesture, though deep down I was worried. She was bound to burst out screeching at any moment, revealing more of my short comings as a husband and lover to my household servants.
"Yes my love? Pray tell, is something on your mind Katherine, dearest?" I forced out sweetly.
She moved so she stood next to me, regarding me through the slits of her dark eyes, then bent down and pressed her face close to mine.
"Where did you pass the night?" She hissed.
"I passed the night in Matthews quarters. He was rather surly and unhappy about it, but seeing as how I was tossed from my own home..." I could not help the snap in my voice, and the way my eyes narrowed at her. "I had no choice but to lower myself to such levels." And I loved every moment I spent with him, you glowering bitch! For a few tense moments she did nothing but glare at me, her eyes like scorching embers.
"And why am I not to believe you passed the night with one of those--those little whores that spring about your kitchen? The dark one is especially obnoxious. I ought to put her out, the maggot! That red head could go with her, she is just as horrid, and a pagan at that! How can you have such roaches in your employ, filling your house with disease and filth?"
"Now you listen here! Those two roaches are worth far more than what I gave for them and are rather dear to me. I will not have you tossing them on their ears because of some petty feminine jealousy!"
Katie Lea's head snapped back, surprise written on her features. To be honest I was rather surprised myself at my words, not one to be surly with her, but I tried not to show it and remain stern.
"Now if you do not mind M'lady, I have ledgers to look over and monthly purchases to make." I turned my eyes back down to my paperwork. Triumph thrilled through my veins, tingling pleasantly. I tried hard not to grin, although I did not wholey accomplish it for she turned on her heel with a shriek and flounced from the room, slamming the heavy oak doors behind her.
I focused my attention back on my ledgers, but it was not held there for long. My mind began to drift back to the horrid events last night with her in my bed, demanding things of me, degrading me when I could not give them. But then I had ended up in Matthew's strong arms as he carried me to his quarters, held me close, and pressed his lips to mine. My fingers hovered over my lips. They tingled with memory of the soft kiss, and I fancied I could still taste the soft petals. For a moment I closed my eyes and remembered the comfort of his warm body next to mine, his dark curls fuzzy and smelling lightly of horses against my nose. It was a scent that was quickly becoming dear to me.
My little daydream was ruined however when the sound of Katie yowling like an enraged she-wolf floated in through the open windows. I pushed away from my desk and watched form the tall windows as she cornered Matthew, her face contorted in anger. He moved out of reach of her hands. I could not hear all that was said, but I had no doubt she was checking my story and part of me prayed that Matthew would tell the truth--or rather a version of it. I continued to watch as the wind caught some of the loose hair that was stuck to his face and tousled it. He raised a hand and smoothed it away as he continued to speak. His answer must have appeased my wife for her expression softened. What happened next had my hand flying to my throat; she pressed against him, and ran her hands over his wide shoulders and down his chest. With a growl I was mere seconds from turning from the window and confronting them, but Matthew shoved her hands away; a grimace on his sun kissed face.
As I watched she screamed again and stormed away, leaving Matthew standing by the doors of the barn shaking his head. Then, as if he could feel my eyes on him, he brought his gaze up and our eyes locked. My face went up in flames as though I was a simpering young girl spying upon the first man she had ever taken a fancy to. I backed away from the window and resumed my seat at my desk; however now my thoughts were more scattered then before as I pictured myself running my hands over Matthew's strong arms and over the well muscled chest, drawing the hoarse sighs and moans from him that I craved to hear, as his hands returned the same pleasure to me.
Matt
I stood inside the barn, and angrily ran my hands through my hair before re-braiding it. My thoughts were scattered to the winds, and part of me thought about having the Duke in my arms and how it had not been as bad as I had expected, while the other grimaced about the way the Duchess's hand made my skin crawl. The woman was completely despicable, and even had the Duke not been afflicted with his…unique desires, I doubted even then he would have been able to please the shrew.
With a growl I went back to pitching hay in the stalls and put more muscle behind the tosses, sometimes accidently hitting the horses with it. I mumbled an apology to the poor beast after hay was flung against its shoulder for the third time. After finishing the hay I decided to go out to the corral and work with the newest philly. She was still skittish of the halter lead and the Duke wanted her tamed for the Duchess--although if it were me I would have given her the horse the way it was now and laughed as it pitched her off onto her snooty hind end. I led the gray philly around a bit, though stubborn she was, but soon enough I felt a bit better. The warm sun beat down on my back and glistened from the young horses silvery hide as I worked with her. I offered the headstrong animal gentle pats and words, and forced everything that haunted me from my mind. I was not even aware of Jezebel and Darla watching me from the fence until one of them spoke.
"'Ey Matthew!" Darla called as she smirked and waved. Jezzy giggled and nearly lost her mop cap, but was able to save it with a catch. It was fairly an automatic reaction by now, what with as much as the hat fell from its perch. I left the horse for only a moment and flirted with them, although they were both soon called away by an all too familiar yell, a sound akin to nails raking glass. I grimaced, and kissed each of their hands before shooing them away. They both took off towards the house, Darla's fiery hair fluttering around her pretty face, and Jezebel once again barely saving her cap from falling under her feet. I felt horrible for them really. At least I was lucky enough to have my work outdoors, where her voice rarely reached me.
As they disappeared another even more familiar form slunk out; his blonde hair gleaming in the sunlight like spun gold. I did not think he saw me, his head was down and he hurried as fast as his gimp would carry him into the barn like a theif in the night praying that the moon did not witness his movements. Curious, I entered the barn and watched as he moved over and slid down behind the haystack that he had sat near last night. I did not want to interrupt him but something drew me that way. The hay shifted under my feet and I tried to slow my steps so that I did not sound like a herd of thundering cattle coming across the floor, but he still heard me and called out.
"Who's there?"
I swallowed, I could have just turned around and left, and would have never known who it was but instead I spoke.
"Only I."
He did not reply and I moved around the hay stack so I could see him, furious with myself for even caring, but unable to stop reached for his ankle and rubbed at it, and his lips screwed up for a moment at the pain, but quickly straightened again. His hand went from his ankle to his head.
"I should have wed a mute, or perhaps a mime." He offered, with a lopsided grin. "I'm sure I would not be the only one grateful for at least a moment of silence."
I was able to bite my tongue, and refrained from making any snide remarks about his dear woman.
"I feel I will need a holiday very soon." The Duke muttered as he trailed his hand over his golden plait.
I furrowed my brow, and tried to hold on to the hate that still burned--only it was neither as bright nor as hot as it once had been.
"M'Lord, would a ride please you?" I asked, amd waved my hand over to the horses that were shuffling in their stalls.
He glanced at the horses, and got to his feet. He lipmed over to inspect them, and slightly wrinkled his nose as if he unsure about whether they disgusted him or not.
"I am afraid I do not know how. I have never ridden. I wanted to as a child but Mother Irvine would not have it. She said the dirty stables were no place for me. 'Christopher, you shan't ruin your fine clothes and draw flies!' And then, when I pouted because of it, she warned that my face would be stuck in such a way." He smiled at the memory, and his cobalt eyes glittered. He gently touched the horses hide and the shiny chestnut fur rippled under his fingertips. He quickly drew them away with a startled expression. I laughed, his reaction was too funny.
"Sire, they'll not bite…well as long as they're not provoked."
He raised his eyes to mine and I laughed again which prompted him to scowl at me.
"What if I taught you to ride?" The moment the words left my mouth I snapped my jaw shut, not really believing that I had offered my time to him without being forced to do so. "M'lord, I promise, you'll not fall. We'll start on Springtide over there." I motioned over to the other side where a small grey mare that was munching happily on her oats. "She's gentle enough, and I'll be there to guide her reigns."
He turned his eyes towards her and snorted, some of the old Duke I knew and hated coming back out.
"Matthew, if I'm to ride then I must ride an animal that is on par with my status. What about that one?" He pointed to the chestnut mare that I found myself coddling and I bit my lip.
"Master, she's gentle but not what a learner should ride."
"You said you would be there did you not?"
"Well, yes sir." I nodded.
"Then there is no problem. Betwixt the two of us we should be able to handle the beast."
"Very well, M'lord."
I took the reigns of the chestnut that was called Willow and led her out. She snorted softly and pawed her hooves at the straw and dust. The Duke backed off a little and looked at me questioningly. I patted the horses' nose and she nuzzled, showing her gentleness.
"Help me up then." He commanded as he looked the animal up and down, not at all sure how to mount it.
As if Lord Irvine needed assistance in mounting anything...My cheeks burned hotly at that thought but in the shadows of the barn I doubt that he noticed. I linked my fingers together and knelt so he could slip his foot in, in order for me to give him a boost. When he tried, the pressure was too much for his ankle and he lost balance. With a surprised yell, he toppled backwards and on top of me. His rear landed between my legs and I quickly rolled him away. He was laughing, and it caught me off guard.
"Help me up from the dirt, before Mum finds out!"
I shook my head, and gave him my hand and helped him to his feet. He leaned on my shoulder for support; a flash of pain still creased his features when he tried to stand on it again.
"Sire, perhaps you are taxing your injury too much."
He waved his hand at me.
"Nonsense. That pain is less than the scream of her voice in my ears. Now, shall we try again?"
I managed to wrestle him up onto the horse. My hands moviedd over his body awkwardly, and pushed him up, accidently prodding and grabbing his backside in the process. Finally, he was atop the animal, and he looked comically frightened. I rubbed my hands against my breeches. The feel of his round backside against them still lingered oddly against my palms and made my mind race.
"I--excuse me m'lord, I did not mean to handle you so roughly." I offered.
His lips curved into a mischievous smirk and his cobalt eyes danced prettily.
"Not a thought of it, Matthew." He replied, a hint of cheekiness to his answer.
I grabbed the reigns and began to lead her from the barn but stopped when he drew in a hissing breath.
"What's wrong sire?" I asked and looked up at him, and noted that his face was a bright shade of red.
"I-uh...I fear I shall slide off."
I chewed my lip before speaking, my own face burning as I dropped my voice.
"Clamp your legs around her sides, like--like I do to you." The last words were very soft and I was not even sure I had spoken them, but the look on his face told me that they had indeed left my mouth.
He chewed his lip and did as I said, as I ducked my head entirely embarrassed. Bloody hell, what was wrong with me? I shook my head, and led her around a bit more. When I looked up again, I could not help my laughter. The Dukes' eyes were screwed tightly shut and his hands were wrapped in her mane, pulling it so tight, had she not been so gentle a creature she would surely have protested. He opened his eyes and looked at me as I tried to swallow back my laughter. The horse let out a snort and shook her head, and Christopher whimpered and tugged on her mane. She began to get antsy, stomping her hooves and shaking her head.
"Ma-make it stop!" He almost shrieked. "Matthew, will you ride me? Uh...e-excuse me...ri-ride with me, or else just get me off. I mean, down."
I can do that and more. My eyes widened and I once more ducked my head, and tried to force those thoughts back into whatever dark place they came from.
"Aye m'lord." I wrapped my hands in Willows' mane and effortlessly swung up behind the Duke, and my legs fell on either side of him, my chest pressed tightly against his back. I swallowed and willed my heart to stop thundering; fearing that he would be able to feel it through our clothing. "Alright, just relax."
Whether the words were for me or him I did not know, but the smell of his hair enfolded me and I closed my eyes as I prodded the animal into a light canter. I bit my lip as our bodies jostled and ground together from the movement. After a few moments, I could feel the tenseness of his body ease, and he was much calmer. His body seemed in fact, to meld against mine. My mind screamed for me to stop, to get down and take help him from the horse as well. This position was far too awkward...but I did not do what that voice yelled for me to do. Instead I eased the horse into a bit faster pace, and together we rode over the grassy expanse of land, the wind dancing through our hair, the Irvine home slowly receding us. As the horses moved over the land, I found that I held him just a bit tighter, and wanted to close my eyes as the motion of the animal moved our bodies in sync. It was a movement that threatened to excite me, and that horrified me more than riding this beast had to my Master.
Chris
I was finding it difficult to breathe as the horses hooves fell against the rising and falling land. My thoughts were no longer on the beast beneath us or my fear of falling. I was lost to the way Matthews strong arms held me close, the way his chest rose and fell quickly against my back, the beat of his heart a steady throb, his breath hot against the back of my head. Oh, I could melt into him! What I would not give to stop time and stand it still, to just relive this simple ride again and again. It seemed nearly a fantasy, and I wondered if I had not fallen asleep in the barn and taken to dreaming of him once again. I closed my eyes, and willed the dream to endure, as I enjoyed the breeze against my hot face and his body rocking against mine. My thoughts became a bit more inappropriate as I imagined kneeling in the hidden shadows of the barn, the smell of hay and horses tickling my nose, mingling with the scent of our hot bodies as he caressed me gently, and moved deep inside of me, the way I truly longed to have him.
I opened my eyes and tried to banish those thoughts. I wished not to be plagued by them and only enjoy the moment of closeness. In many ways, just this was better than hot, raw, passion of purely physical pursuits. There was something far more comforting in this, just the gentle way he held me. Bah, surely I was having fever dreams! There was nothing gentle about my Matthew, he would never press close and hold me as such...as a man would hold a woman in a close, swaying, dance…but he was.
I tried once more to push the bothersome thoughts to the back of my mind; but it was a fool's effort. My body had already betrayed me and I was shifting uncomfortably now, trying to find a spot that did not add to the pressure to my excitement, but only felt the spot between his wide spread legs rub against my backside as I fidgeted.
"Be still M'lord." The words were growled; Matthew's voice rumbled against my chest and sent shivers down my back at the nearness of his lips to my ear. I nodded my head, and swallowed hard as I tried to obey his command but it was of no use, with every thundering hoof beat I felt as if I was going to explode from the contact. Matthew's hard body was plastered against me and moving in ways that I had never experienced with him before, and if I was not mistaken it seemed that I was not the only man who was aroused. Surely, I had lost my damn mind!
I knew what I wanted, yet my face burned even hotter. I had told Matthew that he no longer needed to deal with my attentions, yet I wanted no more than to feel his hands on me; branding me with the heat that always seemed to emanate from the palms. Hesitantly I leaned back further and rested my head against his shoulder and I waited--for what I did not know, but I waited.
The gentle feel of his lips on my exposed neck made me jump and I nearly toppled from the speeding animal. I had no doubt that I would have if Matthew had not let go of the reigns and wrapped his muscled arms about my waist tightly. He pulled me close and his body pressed tightly against my back, every hard plane of his being exciting me, as he breathed in my ear raggedly.
"Ma-Matthew!" I gasped out, unable to stop the breathiness as my heart fluttered. "Perhaps...perhaps we should..." I could not finish, my voice was lodged in my throat and refused to work properly. "Perhaps we should...slow down." Matthews' breath came hot against my neck and I could not help myself as my back arched. "Ple-ease, love—oh!"
His arms clamped around my waist and I feared for a moment that he was going to pitch me from the horse; yet a moment later I felt the animal slow to a jerky walk and then to a stop. My breathing still came fast and my heart felt as if it were going rip from my chest, for it was thundering so loud. Matthew moved me so I found myself facing him; his dark eyes burned as they swept my face.
"What have you done to me?" It was a plea, and before I could even entertain a reply his lips crashed down over mine. His tongue forcefully thrust past them and swept around the hot cavern of my mouth. His rough fingers tugged at my braid and pulled it free, and sent it billowing about our faces while the other hand moved to the back of my neck and pressed our lips together until our teeth clacked desperately and my lungs ached for air. As suddenly as he started it he pulled away, and licked his lips. He stared down at me with a mixture of confusion and fear molding his face.
"M-m-m'Lord, I-I-I-I...."
I had nothing to say, I could not figure how to put words together. I just stared at him, my eyes and mind both clouded and wishing for him to continue. My lips were perfectly, pleasantly, swollen and they tingled with the lingering of our kiss. I did not prod him, I just waited, feeling that I would break to pieces if he stopped, the rational part of my mind only a small whisper which told me that of course he would stop. Please don't!
My shaking hands gripped his shoulders as the shook her head and neighed softly. Everything seemed to be still and silent, my world seemed precariously balanced on a cliff edge, and I was ready to fall into Matthew and forget everything, just fall into his warm embrace.
"Perhaps we should turn and go back." He suggested; his voice raw and rough as he shifted his eyes from me. I wanted to plead with him to go on, but I knew that he was right; we needed to go back--to put this behind us and move on in different directions. Yet his words and his actions did not meet and bond. He bent towards me, and his lovely lips hovered just scant inches from mine and his eyes—his eyes were full of raging desire and need.
"Do you want me m'lord?" He asked quietly.
I chewed my lip, everything inside me seemed to tear apart. I knew what I must tell him, but I did not want to tell him what was right, I wanted to urge him on to the sate my passions. My eyes stung with tears as I tried to figure what to say--damn it! I found myself again wishing I was not stricken with such obscene desires. I glanced away from him as slow tears trickled from my eyes. Hurriedly I wiped them against my hand.
"I can not deny it, I--my desire for you is as if a spell--as if you have bewitched me. Yes, I want you, more than my inadequate words can express."
The next words from his mouth stopped me, and made me doubt my hearing.
"I—I want you as well." I just stared; open mouthed--there was no way that he had spoken those words and truly meant them. My Matthew was a fighter, he was the fire in brimstone that reminded me that what we did was wrong--was punishable by death and damnation—yet here he was—doing—saying—what?
"W-what say you Matthew?" My voice was barely audible as if it would break the spell if it went above a whisper.
"Take me, if you desire me." I wanted to believe it, and yet I could not--it had to be a dream! Matthew would never say those words to me!
"Do you know what you ask?" I gasped out, still in shock at his words. His answer was not in the form of a worded reply, but came when his lips again met mine, and stole away the moan that escaped them. Our tongues mingled, slick and warm, so perfect against each other. He slipped from the horse and pulled me down after him, and held me against his chest as our lips collided again and again giving and taking slowly, the wet sounds of our mouths caressing and sending waves of pleasure over every part of my being. Oh! I was so glad that he held me in his strong arms, for surely my own legs had turned to water as we lost ourselves in one another.
"Matthew..." I parted our lips, barely, enough only for me to speak quickly and with jerky words. "Would you...would you have me?"
My voice sounded strangely mousey as I asked the question and ran my hands over his tunic, his body hard and hot underneath begging to be touched and pressed against mine. I feared he would say no, and perhaps it would have been best. I was his Master after all and to give him that kind of power over me--but I wanted it horribly. I moved my lips to his ear, nipping with my teeth.
"I would give you that power over me, but it seems you have already taken it from me, and asserted your own. Oh, Matthew…you make me so weak!"
In part, I felt foolish babbling such things to him as was accounted for by the flame in my cheeks—but they were all truth—and in this moment I did not care if he were to laugh at me, or call me a woman. I had been called much worse by people I had cared for much less.
"S-sire?" Matthew stuttered out, his eyes wide as he stared at me.
"I told you that I no longer wanted to force you to my will..." My words trailed off as I tried to find the right ones to get my point across. "W-would you...." I swallowed and fought with myself to say what was on the tip of my tongue. "If for once our roles were switched--if it were I on my knees?"
I waited, my body tensed as I hesitantly ran my hands down to his waist, and stopped for a moment before I ghosting my fingers across the tightness that wanted to rip his breeches at the seams.
"M'Lord...."
I dropped my eyes, and my face must have colored ten shades deeper than it had been.
"What if I were to demand it of you?" I brought my eyes up locking with his as I slowly slid to the grassy ground, and my hands moved down his strong thighs. "What say you Matthew?" I fairly whimpered as my heart raced and threatened to stop completely as I awaited his answer.
"Is it what you wish M'lord?" Matthew finally answered. His voice was no steadier than mine and his eyes smoldered as they looked down upon me. I took in a deep breath I nodded.
"Take me Matthew, I'm yours."
Hesitantly he threaded his fingers in my hair, his nails scratched deliciously against the scalp. I watched transfixed as he fumbled with his breeches. His fingers nervously knotted the string. I slid my hands back up his thighs and over his groin, whimpering when it twitched against my palm but I forced my fingers to pluck at the snarled leather cording, finally getting it free and slowly--as if I were untying a package--slid the soft tan material down his strong legs.
I closed my eyes, and suddenly felt like a complete virgin, and this were my prized wedding night. My face grew hotter, and my hands shook as I moved them over his impressive girth. I trailed a finger underneath and found the sensitive vein which made Matthew moan aloud. It was an intoxicating sound and I bit my lip as I did it again, and this time got a growl from the dark haired devil. His fingers tightened and he guided my head towards him a bit; silently telling me what he wanted.
My mouth slid warmly over him and cradled that sensitive part of him against my tongue. It was a wonderful feeling, tasting him, feeling him, as I moved my mouth and mimicked things that had given me pleasure. His fingers tangled in my hair and moved my head. The action forced me to take him deeper. Very soon he cried out and tensed with release, as I reveled in the motion of our movements and the mingling of our bodies. I pulled away from him, and my mouth left him with a wet pop. He griped my chin and our eyes collided, fire and ice.
"Wha-what--" He was frustrated that I had stopped. I grinned up at him, my lips wet with the pearly essence that had begun to leak from him. I pulled him down on top of me, he with a startled cry, my back was pressed against the soft grass, and my legs wrapped around his waist. I sealed our lips together.
He needed no more encouragement after that and my mind hazed over as his hands whisked my breeches down, and our arousals prodded each other as our bodies seemed to seal together from the sweat on our skin.
"Are you sure?" He asked, his voice husky with desire. His eyes danced with flames that I wanted to consume me and leave me writhing. Mutely I nodded, and I gasped as he carefully worked himself into me. My fingers bit his shoulders, my breath caught in my chest, as I took the pain that soon blossomed into pleasure as he went deeper and deeper until I was completely filled with him. I cried out and arched my back, my eyes rolled blissfully as he slowly thrust in and out; hitting a spot deep inside that seemed to send lightening flying through my veins with each movement. His burning hands moved under me and changed our angle a bit, and each long stroke struck that spot within, so intensely, so wonderfully! There was no way to describe how it felt, but if I had to pay an eternity or even a thousand eternities in the brimstone belly of hell—then so be it! Such a price was nothing to pay for this piece of forbidden heaven.
Soon stars were dancing before my eyes and I closed them; crying out as my body exploded, splashing Matthew with my essence as my being shuddered and convulsed. As I was coming down, floating somewhere between us on gossamer clouds, Matthew cried out and plunged in one last time, and his own release welled hotly, deep inside of me. His eyes closed and I held my breath; fearing what was going to happen now: afraid he would regret it.