AN: Hello guys!

There was short holidays for me, that is why I've slept a few nights with the dictionary to make that new chapter (only in the figured sense…).

Warning: smut, smut, smut, smut, with torture, light bondage, dirtiness…

Thank you everyone for reading (and still remaining alive until that chapter), and leaving reviews! :D The weather was exceptionally cold when I wrote this. -10°C is extremely rare in my region, usually it never goes under -2°C but as I've been living in a part of America where there was -25°C with the blizzard and all when I was very young, I am not really disturbed. My friends say I'm a polar bear lol

So hope that chapter will warm you up a little bit if it's still cold where you live^^

Mahé, December 4th, 1896

I heard him walking in the corridor on the way to my room and trying to open the door. It was useless because I had locked it. Then he knocked.

"Victoria! He knocked again. Would you open this door please?

I was sat on the floor, my back against the door, determined to not let him come in. He knocked for the third time, more aggressively.

- Victoria, for God's sake, open the door please!

- No way!

- Do what I say! He scolded.

- I won't! I bawled back. Get out of my house! I don't want to see your jerk face again! Do not try to touch me ever! Out!

I had shouted so loud that I thought my head would explode. He remained quiet for a moment and then replied with a calm voice in which I could notice a touch of amusement.

- Whether you want it or not, my dear, I am your guardian and I'm afraid you'll have to see my jerk face for years again. I apologize for the displeasure caused. It is regrettable, really.

Something lay onto the door from his side and rubbed against it.

- What are you doing? I asked anxiously.

- I am sitting. It is not comfortable to stand up talking like this, you know. I thought you liked my touches.

I bit my lower lip. He was true, it is so good when he runs his skilled fingers on my skin. This thought was enough to make me feel dizzy but suddenly I remembered why I was angry.

- You hurt me. Last night.

- Really?

- Don't make fun of me. There is blood on my sheets. See what you've done to me? What are you, an animal?

- Actually… yes.

- How amusing.

- I am sorry, Victoria, really." He sighed.

For a long moment we both kept silent. But this silence was so deep that the feeling of being alone drove me nervous.

"Arthur? Are you still here? I asked.

- Naturally.

The sound of his voice irritated me but I felt kind of reassured he stayed behind the door, just behind me.

- I'm waiting till you open.

- You've got a hope! I sighed raising my eyes to the ceiling. I won't.

- You will.

- Never!

Silence showed up again. It annoyed me so I broke it again.

- Why would I? I asked.

- Because you're crazy for me. I blushed. Am I wrong?

I didn't reply, not willing to surrender. He laughed.

- Should I take this as a yes?

He had won on this point. Why in the world was I so weak? It drove me mad as I could well imagine his usual evil smile behind this door.

- Whatever, I won't let you in. I maintained.

- Well, this is fine. I had the intention to spend a nice lovely time with you tonight. I wanted to hold you tight, do sweet things I know you like, make you feel good, give you love, and kiss you. But as you're saying you do not want me anymore, I guess it is useless to wait here like a perfect idiot until hell comes taking me away.

I widened my eyes, dumbfounded at his words.

- Have a good night, Victoria, sleep well."

My heart moved in my chest. What had I done? What if he loved me? I hated myself and wanted to cry. Actually all I wanted was to be in his arms, I wanted his lips on my mouth, his skin against my skin. How could it be possible being so stupid?

I hurried to stand up and unlocked the door. I opened it wide, expecting to see a yearning and poor desperate Arthur but instead he was smiling, still sat on the floor, savoring his victory.

He had played a trick on me and he had won.

"Great! You did very well. Sitting on the ground is rather uncomfortable as well, don't you think?" He said while he stood up removing dust from his trousers and walked in.

I shot him a dark look while he went close to me still smiling as though nothing had happened.

He took my face into his hands and caressed teasingly my mouth with his thumb. I caught it between my lips and slightly sucked and bit it. I couldn't help but blushing of excitement.

"Hmmm… Lovely, just as I like it." He grinned.

Then I had the strong urge to do the same thing with his evil smile. I took off his thumb and moved my face close to his but he kept it out of my reach.

"A-Arthur… I frowned with confusion.

- It is not polite to try to obtain things without asking for them properly, did you know? He said reproachfully.

- Please, Arthur…

- Please, Mister Kirkland. He rectified.

- Please, Mister Kirkland!

His hard gaze sweetened while he grinned with satisfaction.

- Good!"

His lips went softly skimming over mines, our breaths mixing together.

Just when I wanted to deepen the kiss, he pulled back. I gave him a frustrated look that seemed to be great fun to him.

"That was too short ! I pouted.

- Nobody's perfect." He shrugged before sitting on the bed to loosen his collar and take his shoes off.

Even before he had the time to react, I ran to jump on him and pinned him to the bed. I was sat astride his hips and in spite of his surprised look I dove for thousands of deep, fiery, erratic, sloppy kisses on his lips.

"Hey! Cool down, girl! I can't breathe! He laughed when he managed to speak. Do you want to kill me?

- Your fault. I retorted as I wiped my mouth.

- Hmmm…

His hands came feeling me up under my dress, making me blushing heavily. He shot me a mischievous look. Oh yes, he knew how I liked it.

- Bastard… I whispered between two gasps as he undid my bodice.

- You're giving me too much credit, my dear."

He stopped and kept on staring me in the eye with a smile growing wide as he felt my apprehension increasing and suddenly he grabbed my waist and spinned us around so he was on top of me. I let out a squeak of surprise.

He giggled before disappearing between my legs.

When I felt his tongue against my intimate parts, I could not refrain from moaning. I arched my back, tangled my fingers into his blond locks and pulled as he was toying me.

That was intense, wet, hot, delicious, unbearable. I just couldn't control my vocal cords. How to describe such a pleasure? Just amazing. Never have I ever felt this before. I kept on pulling on his hair, wanting more and more, shamelessly.

He emerged from under my skirts to watch me panting, all sweaty and aroused. I wished I would have been able to say something witty but a weak whine released from my mouth instead as he had put a finger inside of me.

I gave out soft gasps while he was rubbing round and round.

He watched me once again and smiled when I soaked his finger. Then he pulled up my skirts, unbuttoned his trousers and I put up no resistance when his manhood entered my body for the second time of my life.

He pushed slowly, deeply, I gasped and tilted my head back, and he pulled back, completely out of my.

I let out a whine of deep frustration as I met the mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"Please! I begged him.

- Please, Mister Kirkland? He grinned.

- Oh, please, Mister Kirkland!

- Oh, wasn't I supposed to hurt you, was I, my dear? He laughed. Hmmm… No. I want to have fun with you a little more."

I felt the tip of his penis rubbing against my parts, playing with my clit and flirting with my entrance but never penetrating. He teased, teased, teased me, the feeling of his erection pressing on me driving me insane.

I tried to move my hips, he dodged my thrusts, I grabbed his back, tried to pull him, and he hung on to the bed edges to keep on torturing me.

"Oh please, please, Mister Kirkland! I whined miserably.

- Hmm? He pretended to have not understood. What is it, my dear?

- Jerk! I whispered.

- Aww… So sweet… He whispered back.

- Perv…

- How cute…

- Nasty…

- Oh, yes, say it again…

- Oh, no, stop playing! I can't wait for any longer!

- Hmm… Well, something is missing, it seems.

- Please… Mister Kirkland… I blushed heavily and bit my lower lip.

- Hmm… Good… You're learning well fast… Say it again.

- Oh… Mister Kirkland… Please… I whispered as I felt like melting under his gaze.

- Oh, adorable… You begging me like this… I love it… He teased again.

- Please! I pulled tight on his sleeves. Please do, do, do! I tossed my arms back causing him to groan because of my body stiffening under his. Oh, will you please… I beg yo- ahh…"

My voice broke into a loud moan as he eventually penetrated me, pushing all the way inside.

He slid in and out, his hips hitting softly on mines. No, it didn't hurt this time. It was good. Really good. Amazing. Divine.

When I reached my climax, I wrapped my legs and arms tightly around him so he couldn't go away. I was like wild and totally shameless as he could thrust deeper, delivering his hot fluid.

He pulled back and went lying next to me. Actually tight against me because the bed was made for only one person, it was too small for two. We were panting heavily and sweaty.

"So... did you enjoy… this time?" He smiled while running his hand into my hair.

I blushed and buried my face against his wet shirt still on him. I preferred breathing his scent than confessing my defeat to him. I felt like I was falling in love with him for a second time.

He wrapped his arm around me and let out a satisfied sigh.

"I should take this as a yes."

We removed our wet clothes and I fell asleep, lulled by his heartbeat and his warmness.

As the sun awoke me through the window, I opened my eyes sat up in the bed. I was alone.

I had a quick wash, got dressed and did my hair before heading to the kitchen but I met there an already woke up and dressed Arthur heading to his study.

"He-hello… I said.

- Good morning, Victoria."

We remained standing there in front of each other in silence in the kitchen doorway for a few minutes. No one of us was willing to let the other pass the door.

"Victoria… I must go. I have work to do. Would you let me go?

I didn't like the tone of his voice. And I didn't like the idea of him going to work and leaving me alone. I had another idea.

- No. I grinned as my idea grew up in my mind. I want to have fun with you a little more.

- Victoria. He sighed. We are not amused.

I tried my best not to burst out laughing.

- Are you making lame jokes now?

- I thought that one was funny. He shrugged.

I grabbed the first weapon my hand found and aimed it at him.

I warn you, Mister Kirkland. I'm going to act very impolite.

Victoria… It's a swordfish!

I gave a look down at the fish in my hand pointing at him.

- I-I don't care! Go back in the kitchen and sit on a chair.

- She- she's threatening me with a swordfish! He whispered to himself with a high pinched voice, pretending to be taken aback.

- Do what I say! I scolded.

- Fine, fine, my dear. He smiled, raising his hands up. Your wish is my command, Princess. He went back and sat on a chair.

- Do not move. I ordered while I was tying his hands up in his back with my red ribbons.

- And now she's tying me up. He muttered, raising one eyebrow.

- Good! I let the fish on the kitchen table and sat into his lap with a smile of satisfaction. I'm going to enjoy you until I have enough. And you won't be able to stop me playing with you."

I dove into his dull green eyes. How the hell could he look so calm?

I placed a kiss on his mouth, once, twice, and worked my tongue on his delicious lips, then on his tongue in his mouth, unrestrainedly, running my fingers through his blond locks.

I pulled back to see an Arthur that seemed totally unaffected as if he was waiting for what was next. I stood up frowning as he was grinning from his chair seeming to find the situation amusing. It was like if it was him who was having fun with me and not me with him. It was time to show him who was the ruler this time.

I pulled on a lace of my dress and within less than a minute it fell on the floor. As I was standing totally naked facing him, his evil smile faded, his eyes widened and brightened, his cheeks reddened, and his jaw was like dropping. I think it was cutest face I had ever seen from him. He just looked like a little boy in front of a sweetshop window.

I went back close to him and tickled him teasingly under his chin. I could feel a sort of power for the first time in my life. And I liked it.

"Hmm... What can I see in those craving eyes, my dear Mister Kirkland? Aren't you crazy for me as well? Did you believe you could keep on treating me like a pet? I pressed softly my lips on his.

- Be careful, girl… You've not won yet, you know. He muttered against my lips.

- I will, darling. You should not underestimate me. I replied before pressing back. Remember you're tied up.

- This is just a minor detail. This time it was him who pressed his lips back on mines.

I pulled back again. He had taken back his mischievous look. My blood was like boiling. He was the one who was tied up and he still dared smiling and making fun of me. I wanted my revenge but that guy seemed to be definitely a hard nut. I wondered which material was he made with and if he really was a human.

- You're right. I whispered back close to his face again. It is a minor detail.

I slowly undid the buttons of his shirt and caressed him so slowly that I could feel his desire growing under his chest.

I slid my hand into his pants and his manhood told me I was not losing the game.

I kneeled down, undid his pants and wrapped it in my hand. He started panting as it was swelling and getting harder and harder in my hand.

I started drawing soft circles on his length with my fingertips. His mischievous look had disappeared again. He was redder than ever.

- Vi-Victoria... Don't tell me you-

- Hmm… What is it my dear? I giggled.

- But Victoria… I-ahh…

It was a soft moan that released from his mouth when I started licking the tip of his arousal. Then I took the head in my mouth for hard sucks. I heard unexpected desperate whines from him each time I swallowed and he started shaking on his chair as if he was trying to free himself from his bonds.

- Oh, hell… How can she… Ohh… Do again… Do not stop…" He muttered between loud moans while I was taking more and more of him at each movement of my head.

I don't know what I loved the most. Hearing his powerlessness upon his pleasure he was having, or sucking his member, swallowing around it, wetting it, warming it, pressing my tongue along his length, pulling back to keep only the head in my mouth, caressing the base with my hands, pushing down to take him fully again, making the tip hitting against my palate, making it slide, squeezing it between my lips.

I swallowed his semen and let him slide out of my mouth as he was going soft.

He was getting his breath back, his head tilted back and sweaty while I was dressing myself again.

I freed him and he massaged his hands, looking happy to see that all his fingers still could work.

He stood up and took my hands. I noticed like something new in his eyes.

"I can't wait till tonight. He smiled as he squeezed my hands into his. Have a good day, Victoria. Then he gave me a kiss before walking away. His lips were still hot.

- Have a nice day, Mister Kirkland, I'll wait for you. He stopped and turned his head back towards me.

- Please, call me Arthur."

And he went away.

Before having breakfast, I decided to go rinsing my mouth because of the disgusting taste that remained.

AN: Actually, Seychelles had to call him "Master" at first but eventually I changed for "Mister Kirkland", and she was threatening him with a gun before I changed for the swordfish, which was more appropriate ;)

For the ones who did not understand Arthur's joke when he says "Victoria, we are not amused", actually "We are not amused" is one of the most famous quotations of the Queen Victoria. I am so happy I have found a place for that joke in this fic ^^

Ahhh 20th century very soon! I'm tired of that 19th century and those heavy dresses with the multiple skirts, corsets, crinolines, the lack of bathroom (yes, yes…)