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The last thing in the world I wanted to do was leave that bed.
“Get up and do what?”
“Get up and don’t fucking argue,” he said.
I was angry at being bossed around like this, and felt a little bit whiplashed as well. Sometimes I pleased him. Sometimes I frustrated him. It was hard for me to anticipate just what he’d want and when, even from instant to instant.
And that, I realized as I rolled out of bed, standing on shaking legs, was exactly the point.
“Stay there. Keep your back to me. Put your hands by your sides, fingertips to your thighs.”
For one instant, one half-second, I thought about disobeying him—about putting my hands on my hips and turning right around.
But the idea of that, of displeasing him, it made my heart sink. And so I obeyed, wordlessly, soundlessly, and stood there in the dark exactly as he had asked.
There was a battle raging inside me to know how I felt about all of these orders, all this bossing around. I never, ever, liked being told what to do, and yet every time I obeyed him and pleased him, I was filled with the most exhilarating rush.
I had long prided myself on my competence and confidence; but with a glance, he stripped that away from me, leaving me entirely naked, body and soul. And in my total nakedness I had to admit the truth to myself: I wanted to please him.
Desperately. Completely.
The sound of a flint lighting an oil lamp broke up my thoughts, and slowly the room filled with soft warm light. I wanted so badly to turn and look at him, but I knew better, and so I waited at attention for the next order he decided to give.
Behind me, I heard the sound of running water. And it took every single fiber of my being to keep myself from turning around.
At my parents’ castle, there were no such luxuries, and likely wouldn’t be in my lifetime. But here, in this mysterious manor house that Vasile had at his disposal, there were indoor swimming pools and central heating and running water and everything else.
I listened as Vasile moved around behind me, and then I followed his footsteps around the bed. Finally, he came around in front of me. In his hand he held a white cotton towel, damp with water.
“Let me get you cleaned up,” he said.
I looked down at my thighs, at the sticky, bloody mess all over them.
“I can do it,” I said, feeling embarrassed. “You don’t need to…”
He shot a warning glare at me. “Valeria. I do. I need to.”
“Okay,” I said, blinking quickly.
He crouched down slightly in front of me, placing a gentle kiss on my tender nipple, and then with a care and patience that surprised me, he cleaned the blood and my dried juices from my skin.
Once he was finished, he tossed the towel aside and placed his hands greedily on my hips. He kissed me once, slow and deep, but before I could wrap my arms around him in response, he turned me around so my back was facing him, and walked me towards the bed.
“Get on your knees,” he said.
I glanced back at him as I planted my hands and did as he said. I had never felt so sexy in my life as I did then; as I dropped the small of my back slightly, in an almost feline stretch, I felt my pussy part for him and my ass too.
He let out a low growl and dragged his massive palm down his mouth. With his other hand, he stroked himself. Still hard, standing thick and tall, making me quiver at the thought of what may come next. At the base, there was a hint of my maiden blood, which I found so intensely erotic that it made my eyes flutter shut.
“Don’t take your eyes off me,” he said. I forced my eyes open and nodded back at him, gripping the sheet in my fists. The low light of the oil lamp showed off the deep valleys and crevices of his abs and pecs.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered.
He glanced away from me then, smiling a little, ever-so-briefly embarrassed with the compliment.
In that moment, I really recognized just how different from his brother he was. This was not some brutal, awful man.
Aggressive, yes.
Powerful, of course.
Intimidating, no doubt.
But he had a good, kind heart in that brawny body of his. The simplest compliment made him shy away. Somehow, some way, I knew it in my soul that I could trust him, and that given the chance, I would willingly and freely give my heart to him. Not just my body but all of me.
I was losing my grip. Letting emotion and lust take over. I must stay logical. I must stick to the plan.
But soon enough, he had refocused on the business at hand, and he parted my folds with the tip of his cock. He gripped my hips from behind and met my eyes. Then, in a slow but greedy thrust, he took me from behind and I dropped my head.
