“Tell me who you are, please. Tell me where we are.”
I huffed, not liking her demands and unwilling to reveal the whole truth just yet. I didn’t want her to look at me differently, knowing who I really was. But I knew that things would take time. She needed to know she was safe, that she could relax with me.
“I’m not a carpenter,” I told her, and watched her eyes traverse my face. “I’m a little further up the pecking order than that. I’m sorry I lied to you, it was to keep you from questioning why I kept coming back to your farm. That day I helped you with Nellie, I’d just chased two muggers from the city, hoping to get a poor man’s coins back for him.”
“So you’re a guard?”
“Something like that,” I agreed. After all, I was going to be protector of the realm once the crown was handed to me.
“And…?” She glanced around the room.
“An old building that belongs to my family. The only people likely to disturb us here are those that I trust. Now, if you have no more questions, there’s something you should know.”
Her eyes darted to my chest, then further south, before jumping back to my face. “What?”
“You’ve about to be fucked, Iris,” I said, licking a line up her throat. “You’re gonna have to pay me back for the year and a half I’ve wanted you.”
Her body quivered and she purred out a nnnnnnn, her tongue against the roof of her mouth.
“You’ve really been watching me for a year and a half?” She whispered.
“Watching. Obsessing. Everything has been for you.” I took a step into her and drew her face up to mine as I kissed her hard and deep. Once I’d kissed her breathless, once I’d gotten a good taste of her mouth and her own juices on her lips, I said, “Repeat after me. You own me, Sir. Say it.”
She hesitated one second, two seconds. I didn’t punish her for it, though, not yet. Because I saw that flickering flame of fear in her eyes. Fear and need. She was getting it. Fuck yes, she was.
“You…” She stammered, voice husky and thick with desire. “You own me….” She was caught on the last word and I freed it with my hand gripping around her throat. “Sir.” She squeaked out as I felt her swallow under my palm.
Fuck yeah.
“I own this,” I moved my hand down and gripped her ass, “and this,” I pinched her nipple, “and especially this,” I said, cupping her pussy, compressing her lips and clit in my hand, and penetrating her one more time. She was so wet that her pussy squelched when I fingered her. Sexiest sound she’d made yet. “Get ready, baby. You’re about to get fucked.”
Chapter 10
Iris
He dragged a table over and hoisted me up onto it, still with my arms chained to the wall. He was rough with me; he didn’t hold me tenderly and carefully like he had before. More than ever, I was aware of his enormous strength. Now in his hands, I felt like an object, like a tool for his pleasure. His raw power was so intimidating that I couldn’t even speak.
And yet.
And yet…this wasn’t the life-or-death fear I’d felt earlier when the guards had threatened me, or even the blinding fear I felt for my father. This had a different shape, a different texture. It was a different sensation completely.
More like an ocean that I wanted to fall into rather than a flood I needed to escape. Like wildfire licking a mountainside, close enough to be dangerous but not so close as to make me think about my own death.
Sheer terror was cold; but when I looked at Randal, all I felt was hot. Hot like a sunburn, hot like a too-warm bath. Bearable, but only if I had enough courage to take it.
I can take it. I know I can. I will show him just how strong I am.
That heat intensified my desire and made me want him even more. Such a sinful feeling—wanting to feel afraid, wanting to fear his power. It made me forget my worries and my cares, I should have been ashamed that it pushed away the horror of all I’d seen and experienced today. And yet it felt so very right.
Randal stripped off his shirt but left on his pants and his boots. He was in complete control of me—and of this situation; his movements were confident and practiced. I glanced around, wondering for just one moment, how many women had been here before.
He turned to face me.
“You’re the only one, before you ask. This is all for you,” he said, slipping off his belt and unfastening the top few buttons of his pants, to allow more room for his already-bulging cock. He hooked one finger over the waistband as he studied me. “Everything, since the first moment I saw you, has been for you.”