My Lady Captive (5 page)

Orèlan moved on Wyndham as he commanded with
her senses screaming for the same release he had given her earlier
with his hot mouth. She was mindless, except for the desire nipping
its talons at her so fiercely, as she rode her golden puma like a
beastly stallion coupling heavily with its mare. Up and down his
tall sweat-slicked body she rode, nipping at his chest, his
nipples, and his strong neck, spearing herself on his engorged pene
over and over. The motion rubbed her desperate sex in such a way
that she went faster, shuddering and panting in pleasure. Wyndham
grasped her wriggling buttocks with his large hands, pushing and
pulling her more rapidly over his thrusting pene, as she screamed,
scratching his shoulders. Her entire body quaked, yet the burning
fire in her sex was riding the thick base of Wyndham’s pene with
each pull and draw. “Oo, Dios! Dios!
”
she wailed.

“Come to me, baby,” Wyndham hissed fiercely.
“
Come
to me!”

Orèlan felt it then, the bursting of ecstasy
that ravished her senses, making her scream shrilly. “Wyndham!” She
could not control her legs or her body as exquisite tremors rippled
through her sex. Each hard thrusting of Wyndham inside her,
exploded the sensations a hundredfold. She heard Wyndham bellow a
deep guttural sound that only a man could make, as she felt hot
fluid rush deep into her womb. The wide fullness of Wyndham’s stout
pene throbbed inside her and she could not catch her breath as her
mind went blank.

“
Christ,”
Wyndham hissed, holding
Orèlan to his chest. She had fainted and he was still riding out
the throes of his tremendous ejaculation. It was staggering, and
he'd never experienced anything closely resembling it with a woman
before. When it finally eased, he was panting through his clenched
teeth. The pleasure had gone on for more minutes than his
passion-raped senses could count, and the one thought he had during
it all . . .
was that now Orèlan was his
. . . and he would
never allow her to be quit of him again. It was damn possessive,
and he knew it.

In fact his ruthless male ego reveled in it.
He understood that he could not afford the savage base feelings of
possession right then. It would severely interfere with his efforts
to get both of them out of Valcourt alive. Yet he was helpless
against it, for one lone moment, as he held Orèlan tightly in his
embrace.
Just this moment,
he told himself viciously . . .
just this one moment and he would let it go until . . .

“You are a beast, my Wyndham,” Orèlan
muttered huskily against his chest. Then he felt her lips pouting a
kiss to the muscular center.

One more moment,
he wanted to shout,
yet he knew that he did not have even the grace of that.
But one
day,
he promised himself, as he turned his body, taking Orèlan
to his side as he leaned over her. Her irises were sated and sultry
in golden honey coloring. Feline eyes, he told himself. After their
intimacy together, he severely dreaded what he had to do next. He
had just taken her virginity and that was just too precious to be
trampled upon . . . yet he had no choice.

“And you are a
slut
, Orèlan,” he
uttered. “
My
slut now.”

“No!” she instantly hissed with a flash of
anger in her yellow-almond shaded eyes. Yet then, she crumpled with
a helpless gaze. It seemed that she understood the crazy game they
were being forced to play. “Wyndham, I cannot. I am too foolish,”
she whispered, turning her face to the side. “I do loco things,
when I am so afraid. I cannot help myself . . . ”

“You
will
now,” he interrupted her
roughly.
“You
will do everything that I command you do to.
Or I will take a whip to your naked ass, instead of a leisurely
belt . . . and I will
not
stop this time.”

“No! Dios,” she cried, trying to turn her
body away from him. But he did not allow it, holding her shivering
nakedness tight against his body.

“Are you afraid to be whipped, Orèlan?” he
ruthlessly asked.

“Yes, you beast!” she cried.

“And you know that I will do it?” he asked
relentlessly.

“Yes,” she hissed with frustrated and
frightened tears in her eyes.

“Then, show me how obedient you will become
with the threat of a whip to your tender flesh,” Wyndham said
mercilessly. “Go now and supplicate yourself over the stool.”

Orèlan sucked in an emotional breath, trying
furiously to fight her frightened and heaving emotions. A part of
her believed that Wyndham would never truly hurt her. Yet, she
needed to believe that he would do just that, so she could fight
her unruly emotions. Emotions that would get her into such trouble,
beneath Alexei power. She thought it was possibly a good thing that
she was so irrational at the moment or she would never have been
able to do as her golden puma commanded.

Yet, the fear inside her was sweeping as she
rose with Wyndham’s intense purple eyes watching her. Then she
lowered her nakedness over the stool in an exposed defenseless
position. The tears that would not come before pooled beneath her
clenched eyelids as she supplicated herself to Wyndham’s greater
power.
What would he do to her,
her mind cried as she
listened to him rising behind her? Her body trembled terribly as
she heard him draw nearer to her. Yet it was working, as much as
she wanted to turn and spit fire at him, she could not dare herself
to.

“
Will
you need the whip, Orèlan?” he
asked harshly behind her.

“No, I . . . ,” she choked, looking over her
shoulder at him.

“Then, say it!” he commanded roughly.

“I am your slut! I will obey you!” she cried,
and then she nearly screamed, when she unexpectedly felt one of
Wyndham’s hands touch the flesh of her shuddering buttocks. But it
was cream! He was putting a cooling salve on her shaking bottom.
Not punishing her more fully into his power. Then she did cry. Hot
silent tears of shame . . . and then determination. She would not
let her golden puma down, and she would not allow him to be killed
or harmed because of her foolish prides. And this she would do, not
because she was frightened, but because she loved him and because
of this love for him, she would willingly give herself over to
Wyndham’s power.

Chapter Six

The gown had arrived an hour earlier with a
command from Alexei that Orèlan should wear it that evening.
Wyndham finished the task of wrapping his knee with a supporting
bandage. From the glimpse he'd gotten of the gown, he knew it was
scandalous attire. Still, when he looked up to see Orèlan standing
in the entrance to the bathing chamber, he had to use an incredible
amount of willpower to keep his features impassive. Debase,
intoxicating, and carnal were the words that sprang to his
mind.

The gown, if one could call it that, was
composed of lavender lace widely embroidered, and so loosely that
each movement of the shapely body beneath showed glimpses of
peach-tinted flesh. Flashing glimpses of the under curve of one
breast, the top of one pink nipple, or the dark shadow of an inner
thigh, and there he stopped looking, instead glancing down at the
bandage on his knee. Orèlan was naked beneath the sheath of lace,
he knew she had to be, and that was the point of Alexei sending the
gown. He also knew that if Orèlan were to turn about, it would be
as though viewing her tantalizingly naked buttocks, while seen
through a sheer embroidered silk screen. He dared not look closely
enough to see if she had managed to cover her mons. A place he
coveted as his alone.

Yet what disturbed him more than the scanty
attire barely draping Orèlan’s lovely body was the thick jeweled
choker around her slender neck. It was nothing less than a
perverted collar with a long hanging jeweled leash. The end of
which Orèlan had wrapped around her delicate wrist. This collaring
and leash were what disturbed her the most, making her appear
anxious and flushed.

Steeling himself, Wyndham raised his gaze
taking in Orèlan’s rouged lips, the exotic line of kohl over her
eyes, and the luxuriousness of her thick hair piled in a tumble on
top of her head.
Exquisite.
Femininity at its fullest and
choicest. He lifted his hand to her, steadily, dropping his gaze to
the end of her jeweled leash. She understood of course and chose
for the moment obedience. He only prayed that it lasted, beneath
his coarse threats to whip her. How perverted was that . . . and
how unexpectedly heady was her submission to him? He could not
answer his conflicting emotions . . . not now.

So instead, he took the end of the gilded
leash that she offered him as he straightened his injured leg so
that his trouser’s leg slid down over the bandage concealing its
tenuous support. His evening shoe settled on the marbled floor as
he wound the leash around his wrist drawing Orèlan closer to
him.

Her gaze was stark and filled with a
kaleidoscope of emotion, as she whispered anxiously, “What will
happen to us, Wyndham?”

He pursed his lips grimly. They would not
arrive at the end of this unscathed. It was a deadly game of cat
and mouse that he played for Orèlan’s life, and ultimately his own.
Unfortunately, Alexei was a master of such perversions. “Nothing we
cannot survive,” he answered, praying it was true, yet knowing
there could be worse things than death. He had nearly been there
once and it frightened him now, how close he was again.

It was Sodom and Gomorrah,
Orèlan
thought. An orgy of flesh and opulence everywhere she gazed. This
was what she had been terrified at seeing each evening that she'd
hidden in her chambers, since Alexei had kidnapped her. She had
wondered then, why he'd not forced her to come to his regular
evening parties.

She still did not know . . . and she also
keenly felt that she was missing something. Something more than
just Alexei’s need for vengeance upon her. Something still, which
she and Wyndham did not understand. But perhaps Wyndham did, she
thought glancing up at his chiseled and masculine features. Then,
she shivered, frightened even more than before.

Wyndham was too manly. So handsome and much
too compelling with his collar length blond hair streaked with
yellow highlights and his vivid purple-sapphire eyes. His jawline
was square-boned and his build was powerful. All of the barely
dressed and undressed women in the rooms that she and Wyndham
passed through gazed at her Wyndham avidly. But so did Alexei and
that was perhaps disturbing her the most.

Hastily, Orèlan turned her shocked gaze from
one man ardently kissing another man to collide with the view of a
naked man coupling a naked woman from behind, while the woman took
another man’s pene into her mouth. The naked threesome was on top
of a raised dais in the center of the last room that she and
Wyndham had just entered. These three people were on display, she
finally realized. They were performing, and it seemed the crowd
surrounding them was giving them instructions on what to do
next.

“Dios,” she whispered, not consciously
realizing that she'd stopped to gape.

But then, there was a strong masculine arm
angled across her back and a sturdy shoulder to lay her cheek upon.
Wyndham’s heat and strength enveloped her as he lifted her chin
with his knuckles, until she gazed upward into his eyes. They did
nothing more than gaze at each other, yet Wyndham’s nearly black
irises spoke to her. Calming her. This was not for her innocent
eyes, yet she must endure.

“Fuck her in the ass!” the crowd shouted
behind them and Orèlan flinched, clutching the lapel of Wyndham’s
black evening jacket.
She would not panic,
Orèlan told
herself fearfully.
Yet what would happen to her now,
her
mind cried as Wyndham’s arm tightened around her.

“Ah! Lord Hawkenge, and his, pretty Latin
whore,” Alexei exclaimed from somewhere behind them and the sound
of his voice, those words, made Orèlan whimper in anxiousness.
She could not do this,
she thought angrily. But just then,
Wyndham grasped her chin, forcefully lifting her skittering gaze to
his. The force of his will as seen though his blackening sapphire
eyes was uncompromising.

“If you believe, Orèlan, that I will not
force you to my will in the public place . . . ,” he uttered,
“
You
are mistaken.” Wyndham brought her up onto her toes
roughly, by his hands now clasping her bare shoulders. “
What
would you do to stay alive?” he hissed lowly. “Would you
fuck
me? Here in public, if it meant a sharp knife would not
slit your graceful neck?” Agonized, Orèlan tried to turn her face
from Wyndham’s sneer, yet he would not allow it. He shook her.
“
Answer
me,” he uttered with barely controlled
intensity.

“Yes!” she cried, glaring at him. “I would
fuck you as the lowliest puta, to stay alive,” she whispered
fiercely with hot tears gathering in her eyes. Then suddenly,
Wyndham used his hands on her shoulders to turn her away from him,
yet at the same moment he tugged her spine back against his chest.
His right arm crossed over her with his palm settling across her
upper left breast. The heat of his calloused palm made her gasp as
he fondled her indecently, and her gaze darted upward to collide
with Alexei.

Alexei had nearly reached them as he moved
through the crowd. Yet, Wyndham with his voice growling into her
ear, while he continued to palm her breast, said, “You will obey my
every command, or pay
my
price.”

Orèlan realized at that moment she was more
afraid of her Wyndham than any threat to her life. Yet, crazily she
trusted him . . . even as she fought him. Why did she have to be so
foolish, she wondered, as she watched Alexei’s icy blue eyes
roaming over the near nakedness of her body in the gown she was
forced to wear? It was shameful . . . so embarrassing, yet she
could not stop watching Alexei as his gaze settled on the V between
her thighs.