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“Press downward, dearling. Lift and press. That’s the way. What a good learner you are!”
And then she screamed. She actually screamed with the pure white-hot flames of bliss that overtook her in wave after wave after wave. It was the most horrible/wonderful thing she had ever experienced in all her life. Better even than the time she’d managed to grow a bloodred rose.
When she came back to her senses, she was slumped against him, her face pressed into the curve of his neck, his hands caressing her back in a soothing manner. She was mortified, not by what Sidroc had done to her, but by how she had reacted.
He drew back slightly and kissed her softly. Then he said the last thing she wanted to hear right now.
“That was a good start, sweetling.”
Chapter Thirteen
He was a regular Marco Polo ...
When Sidroc had first “coerced” Drifa into coming to his bedchamber, he doubted that he planned to carry through with his threats, just give her a bloody damn scare into revealing her secret. But now ... Holy Thor! Now ... He couldn’t stop now if he wanted to.
Not only had she caused him to spill his seed in his braies like an overeager youthling with his first maid, but his enthusiasm was at high pitch again. He was almost afraid to show her the size of his cock lest she go running for the gates.
Fortunately she was in a daze as he carried her into his bedchamber and laid her on his bed. He’d already lit an oil lamp when he’d been readying for her visit.
He went back out and got the wine and goblets. When he returned, she was no longer in a daze. She stood at the foot of his bed, wrapped in his bed covering like a shroud. She was holding the cloth together with one hand, and in the other she had his broadsword dragging on the floor. The weapon was heavy for a man. A woman, especially one of her weight, would scarce be able to lift it with two hands, let alone one. Of course she could drop her shroud. That was a picture he’d like to have in his memory ... a naked Drifa wielding a sword. “I fulfilled my part for tonight,” she said.
“Oh nay, you little schemer. That little bit of diddling did not count for one night.”
“ ’Twas sex,” she argued.
“ ’Twas foresport. Do not think to get off so easily.”
“Easy?” she nigh shrieked. “That was not easy.”
“Put the sword down, Drifa, afore you hurt yourself. And have some wine to calm your nerves.”
“My nerves are just fine, but this charade is ending. You’ve had your fun, and now ’tis time—”
“Drifa, Drifa, Drifa, does it look like I have had enough fun yet?” He gave a meaningful glance downward. “They have contests in the Hippodrome for every blessed thing. If they start having them for the man with the biggest cockstand, I would win easily.”
“This is beyond embarrassing.” She was staring at his bulge.
She’s embarrassed? I’m the one who should be embarrassed. Well, not really.
“I feel like a small child who wet the bed, and you are a rude dolt for calling attention to it.”
“Huh?”
She dropped the sword with a loud clank on the marble floor. He hoped she didn’t put a crack in the stone. He would check later. Then she waddled along, almost tripping over the dragging bed covering, to the stand where he’d placed the goblets and took several big sips out of one of them, hoping to get brave with drink, no doubt. Only then did she explain by motioning with her goblet toward the dark spot on the crotch of his braies. “I dampened you.”
She’d dampened him, all right, but not in the way she imagined. “Pfff! That is mostly from me, not you.”
Tilting her head to the side, she watched as he lowered his braies, gingerly, and began to wash himself with a small cloth he’d moistened in the pottery bowl of water.
She gasped.
He glanced over and saw her eyes riveted on his manpart that, if anything, was even bigger. But really, was there ever a greater compliment to a man than a woman’s gasp when he dropped his braies?
“Why is it red on the end? Does it hurt?”
He started to speak and choked. After a short bout of coughing, he said, “It hurts good.”
“What kind of male illogic is that. Oh! You mean like that sweet torment you just inflicted on me.”
