She began to cry as the events of the night began to crash into her. Eiotan took her into his arms and held her as her sobs wracked through her. She held onto him, burying her face into his bare chest. When her cries finally quieted, he led her into his bed, and held her close as they both fell asleep, exhausted.
Chapter Fourteen
When the two of them finally woke the next day, the sun was already high in the sky. She rolled back into his chest, not wanting to leave Lord Eiotan’s warm embrace. His eyes opened and met hers. A soft smile came over his lips as he brushed her hair out of her eyes.
“How’s my girl?” he said, his voice warm.
“I’m alright,” she said. “I’m glad to be home and away from that monster.”
Lord Eiotan looked away, anger flashing across his features.
“I should have protected you better. He never should have had his hands on you.”
“It wasn’t your fault. He just wanted something that wasn’t his to have. He was desperate.”
“Tell me what happened. Tell me everything, from the time you left dinner. What did he do to you? Did he touch you?” he asked, fear and anger intermingling in his eyes.
Ayala touched his face softly and told him what happened: how she was carried away from the latrine and left in Cortés’ room, and how he had whipped her with his belt when she fought him. She told him how she fought and how she escaped, up to when she found him tied up in the tent. After she was finished, he held her close, thankful to have her in his arms.
“I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry that he hit you, and that he hurt you. I promise you, he will never touch you again,” he said, bringing her in for a kiss.
He kissed her softly, and she opened herself to him. His tongue slipped into her mouth and his fingers snaked in through her hair. He held her close to him and she moaned, needing this, needing him. She wanted it all.
Ayala began to kiss him back, and he kissed her more fiercely. He grabbed her wrists and held them above her head firmly. She struggled slightly, but her hands didn’t move. Escape was nearly impossible if she tried, but she didn’t really want to. She wanted him to claim her, to take her.
He moved on top of her, his dominance unmistakable.
“You’re mine. You’ll only ever be mine,” he said hoarsely in her ear, his voice thick with emotion.
“Yes, sir,” she cried out as he moved in, trailing kisses from behind her ear, down her neck, to the hard peaks of her breasts. He took one in his mouth, twirling his tongue around the pointed nipple. She moaned, arching into his mouth. He broke away from her and grabbed a piece of fabric. He wrapped it around her wrists and tied her to the headboard of his bed.
She tested her bonds, and grinned when they held fast. He kissed her lips and made his way down, kissing every inch of her. By the time he made his way in between her legs, she felt like she could crawl the walls. Her hips rolled and she moaned, wetness seeping down her thighs. As he kissed her sex, she tried desperately to increase the pressure to get him where she needed him most.
When he finally kissed her little bud, she cried out at the intensity. He lapped at her, increasing the pressure there. She began
to tremble, pleasure coursing through her veins. He latched onto her pearl, sucking and edging her onto the cliff.
She arched into his mouth as he lashed her with his tongue. She screamed as she felt herself fall off into the world of pleasure as wave after wave crashed through her. Feeling content, she knew she was his, she was safe, and she was loved. Enjoying the wonderful feelings he gave her, she let herself go.
Leaving her hands still bound, Eiotan positioned himself between her legs. She felt his shaft bump up against her. He rubbed up against her, and she felt another orgasm race through her as she rolled her hips, seeking out her release.
As her desire calmed, he entered her hard and fast. He grabbed her thighs and slammed into her. She rode his hard stroke, coming into wave after wave of pleasure.
He took her hard, groaning as her tightness overwhelmed him. He leaned into her and kissed her, as his own world broke apart while he was deep inside her.
She felt wonderful and well taken care of. She smiled up at him, gazing deep into his eyes. He kissed her again, still seated deep within her sex.
She whispered, “I love you, sir.”
“I love you too, Ayala. Forever and for always.”
He reached up and released her wrists from the fabric. Melting into his embrace, she kissed his shoulder. Ayala had needed that, needed him to own her, to take her. She was his, and only his. He held her close.
“I should let you go so you can care for your new addition. I should visit Fuego as well.”
“Is that the name of your horse, sir?” she asked.
“Yes; let’s get dressed then. And let’s visit them in the barn.”