The Gypsy King (16 page)
Veronique looked at her and was pleased to see a look of pleasure across her fortuneteller’s face.
Her mouth was open slightly and her head was turned upward and she looked almost, well,
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orgasmic
.
“I see a young, happy girl. Your strong
personality also gets you into trouble though.
There are many men swirling around you in your life. Strong men, some angry, one in particular is not nice. You are older now, the same men are around you. I see you and a man in a house. You are wealthy and comfortable and enjoy cooking and entertaining. You have several children, all whom you adore and you are not living here in France. You are—”
“Stop. Please!” Veronique cut her off abruptly.
“I already know about this life you are seeing. Me and that monster, Leone, and our children and I know this is supposed to be my life. But not anymore!” She was already anxious and jumpy.
Suddenly all of her emotions overpowered her and she snapped. “I don’t want that life and I can’t help it! Everything was decided for me, I had no choice, there was no arguing and there was no debate. How did I know I would fall in love with Ahndray? What about Ahndray? Do you see my
Ahndray?” Her voice began to shake. She didn’t realize she was crying until Isabella grabbed her hands and shook them.
“I didn’t think this life would be so upsetting for you,
mon cher.
Why don’t we stop for a little while?”
Veronique pulled away, embarrassed. Warm
tears ran down her face and she felt foolish.
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“Okay.”
* * * *
she
herself had been dreaming about. The Gypsy King told her in very simple language that a young girl would soon be with them and that she was ill, but that she was free to tell her everything she saw and felt about her. He also added an unusual caveat to Isabella.
“Try to be gentle,” he said, “she will be lost in the present day with us because of her past and she cannot go forward until we help her.”
Then the Gypsy King kissed Isabella deeply on the mouth and any questions were answered. And now, after weeks of lonely nights dancing by the campfire, the stranger who needed their help was finally here. But instead of helping this girl, all she had done was upset her and make her cry!
Isabella wanted desperately to continue telling her what she saw. How happy and in love
Veronique was with her man and how they
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unconditionally. It was not a nightmare of a vision and she wondered how much more of a
wonderful life would it take to make this young lady happy?
Perhaps I can calm her down in a different way?
Isabella mused to herself. She reached for her again and this time Veronique let herself be gently pulled across the small table. “I’ve been waiting for you, Veronique. You are the strong and
passionate stranger I have seen many times in my own dreams at night.”
She pulled Veronique up from her seat,
wrapped her arms around her waist and pulled her whole body into hers. Before Veronique could catch her breath, Isabella kissed her gently on the mouth.
* * * *
Her mouth was soft all around, with full tender lips, which were now getting wetter, along with her own throbbing lips. She heard herself moan.
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harder, more insistent. Veronique simmered, her mouth gladly accepted her soft and insistent tongue inside her own. She pulled it deeper, sucking on it gently until it was completely filling her, then sucked harder, more hungrily now.
Her nipples tightened and, as quick as a
thunderstorm, she surrendered to her desire and the emotions building up inside of her over the last several days. The magic spot that Diego had massaged begin to throb up deep inside her
tummy. She felt the familiar surge of lust jump from her feet to her pussy, up through her belly and into her breasts, then push itself out through her mouth.
She sucked on Isabella’s tongue harder, trying to show her what she was now feeling, wanting to share the heat that was coursing through her with her new and beautiful friend who tasted like oranges and sunflowers and smelled like smoke and apricots. She pulled her mouth away and looked into Isabella’s eyes. “Did you see this, Ms.
Fortuneteller? Mmmmmm…don’t tell me. I don’t care. What are you going to do to me?” Veronique could barely speak but she knew Isabella’s mind was as lusty and wild as hers and she was
growing anxious.
“Turn around.”
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shoulder blades and forced Veronique to bend over in front of the vanity. At first, she resisted and tried to stand up again. But Isabella held her firmly while pulling at both of her arms until she was resting on her forearms, elbows back and, without being asked, Veronique gladly pushed her ass out and spread her legs apart so she could be explored and pleasured in any way her new lover desired.
But as quickly as that lustful wave passed over her, she changed her mind entirely. Suddenly, she didn’t want manhandled by Isabella and, just as she was starting to turn around and protest, felt a warm hand on her waist and pressure up on the top of her head.
“What are you…” she blurted in confusion. She was startled to feel a brush gliding smoothly through her long, thick hair. “You want to brush my hair?” She couldn’t help but giggle at first, but as Isabella stroked and began soothing her nerves, Veronique let herself go. Soon she felt as if she was purring. Having her hair brushed became both erotic and intensely relaxing. “Mmmmmm…” she did start purring.
“I love your hair,
mon cher,
let me show you how beautiful you are. Long, beautiful hair and smooth skin, and you smell so delicious.”
Isabella brushed Veronique’s hair in long,
loving strokes. Starting all the way at the top of her head and bringing the brush completely
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through.
Within minutes Veronique felt like she was
floating. Isabella pushed her warm body against the back of her thighs and ass and almost her entire back. She ground her hips into Veronique’s outstretched backside. All she could hear was their deep breathing and the comforting swish-swoosh of the brush.
Isabella pressed her body against her back, pressed her mound into Veronique’s ass and with one hand brushed her hair and the other hand squeezed and rubbed the outer edge of her hip bone. Veronique was so thoroughly enjoying
having her hair brushed, she didn’t feel Isabella pull every strand on her head into a tight rope of thick, strong hair then, with a tight grip, twirl it around her fist until the intent in the tug was unmistakable. Veronique’s head snapped back hard and fast. “Oooooooooohh,” she let out a gasp.
She felt wet lips on her mouth, lightly at first, then harder, more demanding. She could feel Isabella’s body press against hers from behind.
She grinned and pictured a horse reined in by its rider. All of the pleasure she had enjoyed from Ahndray, then Diego came rushing to the surface of her skin at once, flooding her with sensations from her toes to her hair.
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dreams.”
Veronique managed to exhale. She growled like a leopard in heat and wondered if Isabella could smell how excited she was getting, how aroused and flushed her sex was becoming.
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Isabella ran the bristles of the hairbrush down her backside and across the moistening inner curve of her thigh, then pushed harder, spreading her farther still until she could just catch a glimpse of her quivering lips and swelling clit from the back. She spread her legs just a bit further until she was satisfied Veronique was open, very
vulnerable and very wet.
She pulled harder on her hair and traced a
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watched with glee as Veronique’s flesh jumped and tensed in response to her stimulus. She ran circles around the two small dimples at the top of her round cheeks. Veronique moaned. She
flattened her hand out and rubbed the smooth flesh of Veronique’s ass until it was warm beneath her palm, then pulled her hair back until she heard a low growl escape Veronique’s mouth. She lifted her hand high and brought it down sharp, fast and hard. Smack! The sound was so loud it made them both jump.
“Merde!” Veronique screamed and tried to pull her ass away from the pain.
Isabella laughed and pulled her hair tighter until her cheeks were tight. “Stay,” she
commanded. “I’m just going to warm you up a little bit and get you ready.” She slapped her ass harder and the sound made Veronique jump
again. Smack! The slap was harder this time and Veronique gasped, then let out a pleading moan.
* * * *
like being spanked, bitch?” She tried to make it sound like a whimper, but Veronique could barely hold back her smile. As soon as she saw Isabella look into her eyes to see if she was serious, all was lost.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
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“Oh my god, that hurts. I’ve been a bad girl haven’t I?”
Isabella heard her complaints and questions, but smiled as she watched her wriggle her ass at the same time. She admired her touch as watched her handprints began to rise up red on
Veronique’s smooth, swelling ass flesh. She completely ignored her captive’s pleas and pulled her hair so hard she saw her lover wince. Smack!
The noise filled the wagon and this time
Veronique giggled, but just a little. “Mmmmmm.
Damn. Is that all you got?”
Veronique sashayed her ass back and forth,
daring Isabella to hit it harder and loving the anticipation as she felt her hair pulled harder, then another blistering spank. Smack!
The punishment was getting harder and really began to sting. As she waited for the next one, she began to feel all of the pain and anguish of the last few weeks welling up inside her. In seconds, it became overwhelming, but she found herself so willing, so vulnerable, so in need to understand that she could not help herself. Tears of
frustration, love and loss gurgled to the surface.
As she felt another smack she could hold it no longer and let go. She began to cry in slow sniffles that quickly turned to sobs.
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back her tears, but it was useless. In a strange way it felt good to let go. Her tears flowed quickly and it wasn’t long before the pain from the spanking began to trickle down to her thighs, swirl around her hips and melt into what she lovingly called her
little cougar
.
She could feel her face wet from frustration.
Every curve and fold of her sex was vibrating with each slap of Isabella’s hand. Suddenly, everything seemed to feel very, very good! Her mind was racing again, every nerve she had tingled and burned. Her tears still rolled, but Veronique broke into a sly grin, enjoying the pain turn into pleasure. Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Ughhhhhh.” Veronique could only murmur.
She was simpering and sloppy, her tear-soaked face was swollen and raw. She didn’t have the strength to tense her body in preparation so she just collapsed and fell completely onto the vanity, her breasts flattened out and bulging from both sides of her loosening bodice.
“Let it out, baby, come on,” Isabella cooed.
“Give it to Isabella. Show me your heart,
mon cher
, you are safe here. Let it out!” Smack!
The pain was hot and immediate, but it was
surprisingly pleasant. It was all Veronique could do to make sense of the pain searing her ass flesh, then the pleasure of feeling it rake her body. She resigned herself to just give up and give in to the pain when it came, knowing soon it would turn to 170
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pleasure. She sure hoped so anyway, because right now it
hurt
! Another stinging slap and hot tears danced off her cheeks dripping into little puddles on the vanity.
“I have been bad, look at everything I’ve done, it’s my fault Ahndray is dead, it’s my fault I made Leone kill his own brother.” She was sobbing, her words barely audible. The guilt was coming in waves just like the pain and Veronique welcomed it this time. “Harder, Isabella, spank me harder, like you mean it. Harder, baby, harder, please, I need it.”
