Chapter 3
Ichabod woke slowly... blinking in the shaft of light that had crept through the gap in the curtain.
He had the vague idea he had been having a dream... a very enjoyable one... about a certain beautiful blonde. One that was not Katrina.
A groan left him and he rubbed his forehead. Now even his dreams weren't safe from her.
It had been three days he'd been Mary's prisoner. Three days of light touches, lascivious glances and teasing remarks. She seemed to enjoy tormenting him.
Being trapped in this small, dark house with as far as he could see... no way out... was quite bad enough. Being trapped here someone who he wasn't supposed to touch... someone who liked to tease him at every opportunity was even worse.
He shouldn't want her. She was married to someone else. And worse, she was Katrina's stepmother.
If something, anything happened with Mary... he would never win Katrina back. Ever. Unless of course he hid the truth from her. But he could never do that. The guilt would eat him alive.
Suddenly there were footsteps in the hall and a hand turned the doorknob.
"Good morning" Mary said brightly as she walked into the room, a basket of food on her arm. 'Think of the devil and she will appear' he thought laconically.
He watched at she walked over to the window and opened it, looking tempting as always in a low cut, dark-green gown.
She noticed his eyes on her and grinned lasciviously at him. Suddenly he was very aware he wasn't wearing anything under the sheet.
A smirk curved her lips as she put the basket on the table next to the bed, deliberately giving him a generous glimpse of creamy cleavage.
It was clear to him she knew exactly what she was doing. Knew exactly what was going through his mind every time she teased him.
He realized he was staring again and quickly took his eyes off her breasts.
Mary grinned wickedly and took a piece of fruit from the basket. She quickly peeled it and chopped it into pieces.
She sat on edge of the bed, took a piece of fruit and pressed it to her lips. He watched as she took a bite, licking her lips, savoring the tart sweetness.
"You should try some" she said sweetly, looking at him with a mischievous smile.
"No thank you Madame…" he said quickly, looking down.
The next thing he knew her fingers were brushing his lips, a piece of fruit in them.
"Go on… have a bite" she purred as he raised his eyes to meet hers.
He couldn't help it. He sank his teeth into the firm juicy fruit. It was delicious.
Mary smiled smugly and brushed a drop of juice from the corner of his mouth.
"Tasty?" she asked in a sweet but slightly suggestive tone.
"Delicious" he admitted, swallowing hard as he saw that look again on her face. That damn look. The one that suggested she was thinking of naughty things she wanted to do to him.
He tensed as she leaned in to brush her lips against the corner of his mouth she had just touched.
The temptation to move his head and press his lips to hers was damn near irresistible.
She brought one hand up to slowly turn his face towards her.
Then her mouth was on his… hot, fierce, passionate, kissing him in a way he could feel down in the pit of his stomach. He could feel her soft curves pressed up against his body as she pulled him closer.
Katrina had never kissed him like this. Kissed him like she wanted nothing better to have him there and then. And he couldn't help kissing her back.
The sheets had slid down his body to pool at his waist, leaving his upper body bare. She trailed her fingers over his chest as she continued to kiss him, nails scraping the skin.
Ichabod couldn't help an almost inaudible groan as he felt certain parts of his anatomy start to respond to her attentions.
She stopped kissing him just long enough to give him a wicked, lustful grin and then kissed him again firmly, her tongue sliding between his lips.
It wasn't until he felt he hand sliding down his body towards the bulge that was imperfectly hidden by the sheets that he realized what he was doing.
No he thought. I can't. I can't… this is Katrina's stepmother…
"No…" he managed to whisper as her hands brushed the top of the sheet covering him.
She ignored him, starting to slowly tug the sheet down.
"I can't…" he whispered, voice almost a gasp as he felt her fingers brush his cock through the sheets.
"Yes you can…" she whispered huskily in his ear as she tugged the sheet down. Her grin widened as she saw what an effect she had already had on him.
"Oh god…" he breathed as she moved off him to kneel on the floor by the bed.
"Don't…" he whispered half-heartedly as she pushed his thighs apart. She started to slowly lean in, long stands of blonde hair escaping from her elegant undo to tickle his skin.
This was wrong… he knew it… but somehow he couldn't manage to stop it.
All protests died in his throat as he felt her soft lips brush him.
He bit back a moan as her mouth enclosed the head of his cock, tongue flicking against it.
She gave him a firm but gentle suck that had him moaning softly, head falling back.
A shudder of pleasure went through him as she slowly slid her lips down his shaft, taking more of him in her mouth.
He couldn't believe how good her warm, wet mouth felt.
She looked up at him, her expression showing clearly how much she was enjoying what she was doing to him.
Several moans and gasps escaped him as the pleasure started to slowly build up.
Soon he was teasingly, deliciously close… the pleasure almost unbearable.
He groaned when she let him fall from her lips.
She grinned wickedly at his expression as she stood up.
He had to stifle a sound of impatience as she leaned in to kiss him once more… quickly and lightly on the mouth.
He watched in disbelief as she swanned out the door… leaving him with a basket of food… and a fierce ache between his legs. An ache that stubbornly refused to go away.