My Lady Captive (8 page)

“Of course, my friend, always.”

“Don’t b-be,” Wyndham said as his eyelids
drooped.

Abruptly, Orèlan felt Alexei’s cold hand on
her arm, which he used to pull her away from Wyndham’s side.
“Undress him,” Alexei ordered tartly. “Make your English Lord more
comfortable.”

Orèlan immediately and instinctively thought
to protest, as she wondered why Alexei would not just order the
guards to do it . . . or why he would not do it himself. Valiantly,
she held her tongue, instead gathering an uncomfortable look as she
glanced at the three guards. Alexei’s ice blue eyes followed her
gaze.

“Guards, you are dismissed now. I want
complete privacy. Go now!” Alexei ordered.

Would it be easier to deal with Alexei
alone
, Orèlan wondered, just as she wondered about Alexei’s
curious emphasis on the words “complete privacy?”

“
His
pants, puta, I want to see his
injury,” Alexei snapped as soon as the guards had left. Orèlan felt
just mildly relieved that this would be Alexei’s only intention.
But she was beginning to believe that Alexei himself would not take
advantage of Wyndham. If she tried to think about it as men and
women lovers would, it could make sense. A lover desired respect
from their chosen.

Softly she murmured her assurances to
Wyndham, and he mumbled at the sound of her voice as she began to
undress him, starting with his evening shoes, and then moving to
his pants. She could sense that Wyndham was partially conscious and
he moved with her motions sluggishly, not fighting what she was
doing. He lifted his hips when she asked him, yet his eyes remained
closed. When she pulled his pants away, she saw the wrap that he'd
used earlier to bind his leg.

“Take the binding off,” Alexei ordered
sharply as he stood behind her.

At the sound of Alexei’s voice, Wyndham’s
broad hand clamped down over her hand, which rested on top of his
bindings. Alexei glared cuttingly at her, ordering her with his
gaze. “Wyndham, let me unwrap your leg,” she whispered and
Wyndham’s hand relaxed as he mumbled her name, then further he
murmured.

“Do not l-leave me, sweetheart.”

“I will not, Wyndham,” she responded, beneath
Alexei’s icy glare. The endearment Wyndham used had sparked
Alexei’s ire further. Slowly, she removed the binding, to reveal
the jagged scarring on the outer side of Wyndham’s left leg. It
marked him from the outside of his upper thigh, to a hand space
below his knee. Tears stung her eyes as she heard Alexei’s hissed
breath behind her. He was as affected as she was. Then, she heard
his footsteps and she turned to see him standing at the side bar
pouring himself a drink. The liquor was clear and she knew it was
vodka. A healthy amount, that he drank liberally.

“Take his small cloth,” Alexei rasped
suddenly, with his back still to her.

Orèlan winced, then exclaimed, “No!”

Alexei turned abruptly to face her. “If you
do not do it, then I
will
,” he hissed.

Had she been wrong earlier,
Orèlan
anxiously wondered? But, no-no, she did not think so. Alexei wanted
to see Wyndham as a man would see a woman. She prayed for Wyndham
and she prayed for herself that Alexei intended no more as she
reached for Wyndham’s small cloth. She knew that her golden puma
would tell her to be brave and unconcerned. With the cloth gone,
Wyndham’s manhood lay relaxed, yet still, thick and long against
his blond pubic hair. Alexei murmured an inarticulate sound behind
her, but he did not approach any closer and for this she was
grateful.

“His shirt,” Alexei commanded. “Open it.”

Orèlan opened Wyndham’s shirt with nervous
fingers, revealing his broad muscular chest. Her golden puma was
strong and attractive with his body masculine, and her breath
caught just gazing at him. Even in the lax state he laid in his
chest was molded with hills of sinew and crisp curly blond hair
covered the wide expanse. His arms were mounded and bulged with
strength, while his lean belly was slightly concave with thickly
stretched tendons.

“Take his cock in your hand and stroke it,
puta
,” Alexei rasped.

Orèlan trembled with the urge to turn around
and defy Alexei, but for once she held her foolishness at bay.
Wyndham was unaware, and he might never realize what she was being
forced to do to him. If Alexei just watched . . .
if he only
watched
. She prayed that she could get through this, and that
Wyndham would never know. What else could she do? If she refused
Alexei would touch Wyndham. She was jealous of that. So possessive
that anyone would touch her golden puma but herself. It was crazy
frantic thinking and she forcefully calmed herself, gazing down at
Wyndham. He was so beautiful and so strong, and she wanted to touch
him.

“One marker,” she said with a rasp catching
her voice at her audacity.

“Yes-Yes, of course,” Alexei hissed. “Now
stroke
him, puta. Stroke your English Master.”

The way Alexei constantly called her slut in
Spanish was beginning to affect her, she thought, as she reached
for Wyndham’s manhood. The warm lax fullness of him filled her
hand. He was large, even relaxed, but soft, so soft was his flesh,
where before when she had touched him, he had been unbendable and
taut. Instantly her breasts tingled and her sex began to ache.

Wyndham groaned, murmuring her name as she
began to stroke him. She never looked up at Alexei, but kept her
concentration on Wyndham. Holding him in her hand and stroking him
to hardness was building the arousal inside her with a craving that
was deep and wild. As his pene grew into a wonderful male club in
her hand, she began to stroke his inner thighs and up to his male
sacs with her free hand. Wyndham moved with her, subtle thrusts
against her palm. Then Alexei’s harsh voice broke the spell.

“Lick the head, puta.”

Orèlan flinched, she had nearly forgotten
Alexei was here, watching them. Wyndham’s male club was hard and
strong in her hand. The ridged cap and the slit beckoned her. She
craved to lick Wyndham with her tongue, to take his long thick pene
into her mouth.
But with Alexei watching?
It felt dirty and
crass. Alexei must have thought she was refusing him with her
hesitancy, because suddenly, he stalked toward her. Then he had a
hold of her hair at the back of her head, before she could pull
away from him.

“Take your Master’s cock into your mouth,
slut!” he hissed. “I pray it
gags
you.”

She whimpered as Alexei pushed harshly on the
back of her head, forcing her body to bend, until her mouth was
forcefully filled with Wyndham’s invading thickness. She gagged
with tears burning in her eyes as the bulky head filled the back of
her throat. She would desire to make love to Wyndham’s powerful
manhood.
But not like this.

Alexei lifted her head and made her suck
Wyndham’s organ back into her mouth again as he forced her head
downward anew. This happened over and over as Alexei cruelly held
her by the hair and she had no choice but to try and fit Wyndham’s
large pene into her gagging mouth. Tears spilled from her eyes and
her fingernails scratched into Wyndham’s thighs. Yet even this did
not wake him fully in his drugged, but fully aroused state. Beneath
her sharp whimpers, she could hear Wyndham groaning harshly and
beyond that she could hear Alexei’s excited breathing.

“
This
is the way you take a man, slut!
You fuck his cock with your mouth,” Alexei rasped.

Just then, Wyndham’s pene expanded inside her
mouth, filling her throat with scalding heat and Alexei jerked her
head upward and away from Wyndham’s pene as he shoved her to the
side. Through her tears, she saw Wyndham spilling his seed with
Alexei standing over him. It was then, she realized that Alexei
held his own long thin pene in his hand, pumping it furiously,
until he too ejaculated, with the seed landing on Wyndham’s
belly.

She sobbed then, crumbling to the floor
beside the bed as she clutched the edges of the bed quilt in her
fingers. Her body shook and her mind went horribly blank. Then, as
though from a long distance away, she heard Alexei’s horrible
voice.

“Clean him up, and then undress and get into
bed with him. If you
ever
speak of this to him, I will slit
your throat!”

Chapter Nine

Wyndham woke in one sudden moment with his
eyes wide open and staring into Orèlan’s eyes. They lay side by
side facing each other and he immediately saw the haunted
exhaustion in Orèlan’s gold irises. Then he became aware of a
presence behind his back, lying on the bed also. The light snoring
behind his head intensified his knowledge.

“Alexei,” Orèlan whispered. “H-He was very
drunk and only fell asleep there beside you an hour ago.”

Wyndham tried to digest this, even as his
mind repelled it. He knew that he was naked and he could see Orèlan
clutched part of the bed quilt over her body. He guessed that she
was naked also. He thanked God that Alexei’s body was not touching
his as he eased closer to Orèlan. His mind was refusing to take on
any of the implications. But he did not like the ravaged appearance
of Orèlan’s face or the bruised redness of her mouth. Still, his
mind forcefully shied away from any answers as he whispered in a
low hiss. “Let’s get out of here.”

She nodded, immediately rising slowly with
him. They were both naked and Orèlan’s auburn hair was in wild
disarray. They quickly, yet quietly, found and put on enough
clothes for decency. His pants, her gown and then, she braced her
shoulders beneath his arm and they hobbled quietly to the door.
There were no guards posted outside Alexei’s door and within ten
minutes they were entering their suite without encountering anyone
in the halls. It was still very early.

Neither of them had spoken, using the effort
to return to their suite to fill up the silence. But he was not a
coward, as much as he longed to be in some moments of his life. So
when Orèlan helped him to sit on the edge of the bed, and then she
turned to leave, he grasped her wrist, holding her beside him.

“What happened?” he asked, looking up at her
as she dipped her head, avoiding his gaze. He wondered why he could
remember only bits and pieces, he had assumed it was the pain, but
now he challenged that avoidance.

“You were in great pain, Wyndham. Alexei had
laudanum and I gave it to you,” she said with her head rising and
her eyes sparking a challenge. He held his features impassive as he
inwardly cringed at how helpless that had made him. Of course he
had been useless and defenseless with the pain as it was. He'd left
Orèlan alone to face the snake. “Alexei has feelings for you! You
must know this?” Orèlan exclaimed continuing, making him visibly
wince this time. Her full lips, bruised red, pursed defiantly,
before she exclaimed, “I won another marker! And Alexei
never
touched you,” she added quickly. “But he demanded to
see your scar . . . and he wanted to see you naked.”

Catching him by surprise, Orèlan jerked her
wrist from his grasped, turning then she fled into the bathing
chamber in a swirl of lavender. The slamming of the door snapped
loudly in the room as a tense tick in his jaw quivered. Had Alexei
touched Orèlan? There was much more to this, and it was obvious
that Orèlan was not going to willingly tell him.

Wyndham looked for his cane and saw it across
the room propped against the armoire. He limped to it. His leg was
immeasurably better. If he soaked it in hot water, used a slave
that he had, and wrapped the knee again, he would be able to manage
with the use of his cane. But now, he had another use for the cane
as he went to the door and jammed the cane beneath the doorknob.
Anyone trying to enter the suite would have to break the door
down.

A moment later, he entered the bathing
chamber and immediately halted his forward motion halfway through
the doorway, with his gaze resting on Orèlan. She was completely
nude, sitting before the dressing mirror, brushing her long dark
brown hair with angry strokes. The sight was riveting and also
instantly arousing. Her light caramel-colored skin was smooth and
unblemished. Every sleek curving inch of it radiated feminine
beauty and his eyelids flared with a hunter’s gaze, as his irises
came to rest on her puckered and jutting nipple tips.

Orèlan . . .
Orèlan,
his mind growled
possessively as their gazes collided in the mirror. He saw her
instant awareness of his arousal as her sun-gold irises skittered
away from his, then returned to look again at him more boldly. His
belly bottomed out with a warm hollow feeling that tensed suddenly
as though he had been slammed in the gut. It was a bewitching
tease. She was beckoning him, and it was working its purely
feminine magic.

With only the smaller portion of his mind
that could still reason clearly beneath that look, he realized that
Orèlan was perpetrating a sexual ploy upon him. Turning his
attention away from the questions. Then, he did not give a damn as
he continued into the room and he shut the door behind him. His
gaze never left Orèlan’s sensual performance as her arms raised to
comb strands of her long hair, elevating the firm swell of her
breasts to his gaze. He stopped by the bathing tub and turned the
water knob. Water spilled out of the spout, not much pressure, but
the splashing sounded loudly as it hit the bottom of the tub. The
sound of the water would be loud enough to obscure their words, and
the rising steam would help obscure any voyeurs prying vision.

Orèlan flipped her hair to one side, combing
the long strands over her left breast with the rosy-peach colored
spike of her nipple poking through the rich brown tresses. Her gaze
lifted to his in the mirror with a vixen’s spirited promise. The
ride would not be easy or tame. Her gaze promised him an exciting
challenge that his masculinity could not ignore as he walked toward
her.