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  Abruptly, he withdrew his hand from me, and I almost begged for him to put it back. I opened my eyes to find him stripping himself of his clothes. Though the room was lit only by the hearth fire, we stood close enough to it I saw him clearly. His chest had a pelt of dense hair covering it that trailed down to his flat belly. His organ, long and thick, stuck out from another thatch of curly black hair. I shivered when I saw it, not quite sure what he planned to do with it.

  “You like what you see?” he asked, his tone guttural.

  “What is it?” I whispered.

  “My cock.”

  Pacing toward me, his cock bobbing as he walked, he seized me by the arms and pushed me down onto the thick fur before the hearth. On my back, I gazed up as John knelt beside me. His hands roamed freely over me again, making my breath come faster, his hand rubbing between my legs once more. The ache there deepened as pleasure rose, and I felt a pressure begin to build from deep within me.

  “Spread your knees,” he ordered, kneeling over me. “Wide.”

  Obeying him, I opened myself up to him, feeling moisture trickle from my woman’s place. He lay his weight on me, his knees splitting mine wide apart. Taking my hands, he forced them up and over my head, pinning me firmly to the fur. I felt something hard nudge my entrance, and for a moment fear took hold of me. “What are you doing?” I asked.

  “Taking you,” he growled, his mouth on my throat. “I will be as gentle as I can, but you have driven me insane with lust. Your beauty has me in thrall.”

  He nudged his cock in deeper, pain mixing with the acute pleasure his fingers created. I gasped as he pushed harder, his mouth sucking on my throat, his hips hunching forward as he worked his cock in deeper.

  “No, stop, please, it hurts.”

  “It only hurts for a short while,” he said, his lips on mine. “Then the pleasure starts.”

  Searing pain ripped through me as he shoved his organ in harder, almost savagely, piercing me through. I cried out against his mouth, helpless under his strength, burning, burning agony tearing me open.

  “There,” he murmured. “You are now mine.”

  Letting me rest a moment, getting used to his huge thing inside me, John then began to stroke in and out. At first, my woman’s place hurt terribly, and I thrashed under him, begging him to stop. After long moments in which he kissed me, his tongue in my mouth, I felt a new pleasure start. A deep ache, not a painful ache, but one that grew and climbed from the center of my loins. I gasped against his mouth, craving more of what he was doing, needed him deeper inside me, wanting more of him.

  Faster his body lunged into mine, his groans escaping, his kisses bruising my lips, my throat. I lifted my legs over his, drawing him in, feeling the incredible sensations wash over me. My breasts crushed hard against his chest, my hands pinned to the fur, I lay helpless as my pleasure mounted, climbing higher. The dull ache became a sharp throb as his cock plundered my tunnel, his body dominating mine, his gasps changing to moans.

  My climax shuddered through me, my inner walls convulsing, heaving. I threw my head back, arching into him, crying out as the ecstasy poured through me like melted gold, hot and liquid. John’s lunges grew more frantic, driving in and out of me harder, faster. I suddenly felt his body tremble on mine, his face tilted back as he let out a long moan. His thrusts grew slower, deeper, the tendons in his neck sticking out as his entire body became stiff.

  At long last, he relaxed, resting on me, his hands releasing mine. He rolled off me, his cock pulling from me with a wet plopping sound. Lying next to me, John gazed into my eyes, his hand stroking over my breasts. “Tonight, you will share my bed, Kate,” he murmured.

  While I felt I could sleep right there, enfolded into his arms, I let him take me by the hand and bring me up with him. In the great bed, under the warm furs and quilts, I snuggled against him as he wrappedhis strong body around me. I slept.

  If I had put a spell on John with my beauty, he certainly created in me a devil. A witch who craved his body and the insane pleasure it brought. When I woke the next morning, drowsy and warm, I saw him bathed in the sunlight, still naked. He sat in a chair near the bed, watching me sleep. He smiled when my eyes opened.

  “Good morrow, Kate,” he murmured, rising from the chair to sit on the edge of the bed and kiss me. “My little vixen.”

  I stretched my arms over my head, yawning, John’s hand caressing my breasts. Though only having just woken, the sight of his half-hard cock lying against his brought back that throbbing ache between my legs. Tentative, I reached out my hand to stroke it. His skin there was incredibly soft, purple veins running its length, the small helmet-like head with its tiny hole. I suspected that’s where the babies came from.

  “I want you again, Kate,” John whispered. “But this time, I want to tie you.”

  “Tie me?”

  “Yes.” His grey eyes warmed me, his hand on my breasts bringing that thrill to my lower body. “But only with your permission.”

  I sat up, my hair covering me like a shroud. “Why would you want to tie me up? Am I not willing to have you take me?”

  He kissed me, his tongue licking between my lips. “It can heighten the pleasure. I like to dominate, be the aggressor, see my submissive helpless, open to me. For you, being helpless can bring you more pleasure. Did you not like the way I held your arms over your head?”

  I nodded, grinning. “I liked it very much.”

  “Then do I have your blessing to tie you, Kate? I promise, you will not be hurt.”

  “You have it, John.”

  Rising, he crossed the room toward a table and withdrew from a drawer a length of rope. He flung back the furs covering me, and urged me to lie on my back. He tied each of my limbs to the bedposts, my legs spread wide, open to his invasion. As he worked, I noticed his organ filled and swelled, growing hard like it was last night. It bobbed up and down as he moved, and my own tunnel grew wet with anticipation. Not understanding why, but the feeling of helplessness did indeed add to my arousal. The throbbing intensified, and I wanted him to push his cock into me again.

  Yet, for a long while he sat beside me, stroking my body, dipping his finger into my wetness. “I want you ready for me,” he murmured, bending to kiss me. As he rubbed his finger over my mound, teasing me, I tried to thrash, to escape the incredible sensations his finger roused from me. But being tied, helpless, I couldn’t, and thus my ecstasy rose higher and higher until I thought I’d go mad with it.

  “Take me,” I begged, unable to believe how just last night I begged him to stop. Now I craved him on me, his weight pinning me under him, taking me hard, brutally.

  John knelt between my knees, his hands to either side of my shoulders. “Remember, I will not harm you.”

  Lowering his body to mine, he mounted me with a single sharp thrust. There was no pain this time, as my body had become accustomed to his invasion. He still stretched me wide, plundering me, his hips pumping hard, his organ once again raising in me a sharp pleasure. I shut my eyes to better feel him gliding in and out of me, his weight pressing me down, dominating me. Moaning, I tried to capture his mouth with mine, wanting his kisses, his tongue plundering my mouth as his cock plundered my tunnel.

  John kissed me hard, his tongue toying, tangled with mine. He pushed his arms under my shoulders, wrapping me tighter to him, my breasts crushed against his furry chest. His mouth left mine to plant savage kisses to my neck and throat, my body growing hotter, throbbing under his attentions. His organ reamed me, split me in two while I rose on the passion, hungering for more of him, craving all of him in me.

  John straightened, lifting his shoulders up off of me and resting his fists against the mattress, his cock plunging in and out. He watched it as though in fascination, his eyes on the sight of his erection pulling out before thrusting back in. He slowed his pace to better build up the pleasure for us both, sweat dripping from his brow onto my prone body. His fingers rubbed against my nubbin, raising the pleasure higher, his grey
eyes on my face as I moaned.

  My release came slower, growing little by little, the deep throbbing ache in my loins building like thunderheads on the horizon. My inability to move as John plowed my woman’s place brought with it the powers of sheer ecstasy, climbing, shooting tiny lights behind my eyes. Just as I thought my pleasure would strike, John stopped, pulling out of me.

  “What –”

  Panting, he still knelt between my spread thighs, his erect cock glistening and dripping from my juices.

  “God, no,” I half cried, “put it back.”

  Instead of obeying me, John untied my legs with two swift motions of his hands. Then he gripped my hips and flipped me over onto my belly. My hands still tied to the bed posts, flopped over one another. He pushed on the back of my thighs forward until my knees struck my breasts. Then with his hands resting on the bed to either side of my shoulders, he thrust his shaft back in. Mounted like a stallion on his mare, he plowed in and out of me, bringing my exquisite pleasure to new heights. I moaned as he sawed in and out, not even the awkward position halting the waves of ecstasy that rolled over and through me. Higher my climax built, my woman’s tunnel growing both sore and absolutely wonderful. His teeth bit gently into my shoulder, and instantly my explosion rocked me.

  Wave after wave of sheer passion rolled me under it, casting me about on a crest of pleasure, my tunnel clamping down on his cock, quivering, shuddering under the power of it. I moaned against the mattress, my hips rocked by the incredible sensations that poured through me.

  John’s culmination took longer, his low moans in my ear, his breath hot on my shoulders. His organ still plowed in and out of me, bringing me hot pleasure, his arms around my waist holding me steady as he reamed my woman’s place. His hand slid lower, toward my hips, then his finger toyed once more with my nubbin. My breath caught on a sharp gasp of pleasure/pain that shot through me like an arrow.

  Moaning, I almost begged him to stop, I couldn’t handle the building pressure any longer, the vast tides of ecstasy that roared through me. As though in answer, his thrusts slowed. John cried out, his chest against my back, as his hips lunged forward, burying himself to the hilt in me. Over and over he plunged until at last he relaxed, only his arms holding him up and preventing his body falling atop mine and crushing me beneath it.

  Before he dismounted, he untied the ropes binding my hands. Taking me with him, he lay on his side, his now flaccid cock still inside me as we both breathed in ragged breaths, his arm around my waist holding me tightly to him. My breathing gradually slowed as did his, and I suspected he’d fallen asleep. Exhausted, imitating him, I fell into a light doze.

  In the Duke’s household, breakfast was served whenever he was ready. It wasn’t until mid-morning before we, arm in arm, descended the stairs to the dining hall. There, prearranged by James, a hot breakfast awaited us. My lower body now quite sore from all of John’s attentions, I sat at the chair he held for me, and smiled at him as James filled my plate with hot bread, smoking sausage, bacon, eggs seasoned with onions and peppers. Famished, I hardly remembered my manners to not eat until John did.

  “Have you no wife, my lord?” I asked him, finally bold enough to learn more about this fascinating Duke.

  He shook his head. “She died trying to bear my son,” he said. “They both perished. I have not searched for another to replace her.”

  I smiled secretly to myself. John correctly read my mind, and wagged his fork at me. “Now, Kate, girl, I certainly like your company, and your bloodline is not too far beneath me. I may still marry you off to one of my sworn knights, however.”

  “Will he have ropes, my lord?” I asked, my eyes wide and innocent.

  John broke into laughter. “Saucy girl. Whomever marries you will now have to contend with a very greedy appetite.”

  “Surely you do not mean for food, my lord.”

  “No, Kate, I do not.”

  I patted my flat stomach. “I can bear you many sons, John. Daughters to drive you mad in trying to find good husbands for them.”

  He eyed me sidelong, munching his bacon, his expression thoughtful. “You would be a good match for me, Kate. Young, already enjoying the wonders of the bedchamber. My wife could not bear to have me tie her up.”

  John winced at the memory. “It was always her on the bottom, me on top, dreadfully boring, really. I craved to explore, but she quoted church doctrine at me until I thought she’d drive me mad.”

  “Did you love her?”

  He nodded, his eyes on his plate. “Indeed I did, Kate. I would do anything that pleased her, including reining in my impulses.”

  “You can always love again.”

  His gaze rose and fell upon mine. “Can I? Sometimes, I am not so certain.”

  I leaned forward. “You are a good man, John. You are not to blame for their deaths.”

  John looked long at me, his breakfast forgotten. “You see much, don’t you, Kate? And here, you only arrived yesterday and still you see right into my heart.”

  After breakfast, John claimed to have business to attend to, and left me free to roam about the castle. By then, word of my arrival had spread, and the men-at-arms, servants, the blacksmith and a few knights all bowed to me as though I were John’s wedded lady. I hoped and prayed as I wandered that John would see what a good wife I could be to him.

  Finding the castle’s chapel, I went inside. The monk I’d met and a priest offered up prayers to the wooden cross behind the altar as I dropped to my knees on a cushion. After begging for forgiveness for fornicating out of wedlock, I prayed to the Lord Christ that John find in me a worthy bride. I prayed for my father’s soul, and that of my mother.

  The priest and the monk eventually found me behind them, but they left me alone with my prayers through that afternoon. As the sun westered in the sky hours later, John sent a servant to find me, and bring me to supper. Oddly silent, he ignored my casual talk and questions until at last I fell quiet, eating my food without much appetite. I hoped nothing was wrong, but if his tense expression was anything to go by, something was.

  I retired to my own chambers after supper, John bowing to me as I walked up the stairs behind a servant with a lit taper. Astrid helped me to undress and wash, then pulled the covers over me as I slid naked between the linens. With the hearth fire lit and burning, I listened as she exited through the door, watching the flames dance on the hearth. I didn’t feel tired exactly, but my body felt worn out.

  At last I fell asleep, and dreamed of John.

  He wasn’t there at breakfast, and James told me he’d ridden out before dawn. Thus I dined alone, and wandered about the castle as before. I gazed at the knights in speculation, wondering if John might select my husband from among them. I knew he had other knights on their own manors, and I prayed he’d marry me to one with property. As I wandered, I daydreamed of a handsome knight clad in armor upon a white steed who would wrap me in his arms. He would love me every night and bring me to climax, the very pinnacle of pleasure.

  Realizing what my mind constantly thought of – lust, I felt shame. I would confess my lustful thoughts to the castle’s priest. But if this was sinful, why did it feel so good? The priests say lust is the product of the devil, and claim what goes on between a man and wife should not bring pleasure. They called it a deadly sin. Perhaps I was naïve, but it seemed to me, and obviously to John, that this wasn’t truly sinful. God created us in his likeness – so how could what God had created be a sin?

  John was at table when I arrived in the hall for supper. His previous tension seemed gone, and he smiled as James held my chair for me. “My dear Kate. You look ravishing this evening.”

  I dipped my chin, smiling. “And you, my lord John. Are you well?”

  “Indeed, yes.”

  As we ate the delicious supper, he spoke of the affairs of his estate, almost as though I were his married lady. Excitement rose in me – perhaps he reconsidered marrying me to one of his knights. He’d already taken my virginit
y, and taught me to love making love. At eighteen, I could bear him sons and daughters, heirs to his name and estates. If only he would see it that way. If he did marry me, I planned to make him the happiest lord in England.

  After the meal, he once more took me by the hand to his chambers. Excitement filled my lower belly as he undressed me under the light of their hearth fire, his mouth lingering over mine. Naked, my hair cascading down my back, I helped him out of his clothes. My hand strayed to his erect organ, massaging it, feeling it’s velvety softness, yet finding it as hard as iron.

  “Suck it,” John demanded in a hoarse whisper.

  His hands on my shoulders put me on my knees, and guided my face toward his cock. While this didn’t seem natural, I trusted John. Opening my mouth, I took him in, licking and sucking the helmet-like head, tasting something salty and yet earthy. Above me, his moans grew heated as I played with his meat, my hands on it stroking, rubbing. I sucked more of him into my mouth, my arousal lighting a fire in my loins. Moisture trickled down my thighs as my need for him grew, consuming me.

  Lifting me up, John led me to a table. His hand on my shoulders pushed me front-down against its top, and his feet nudged my ankles apart. My woman’s parts grew even more wet as his put his fingers in there, rubbing my nubbin, stroking in and out. His hand caressed my shoulders and back, down over my rump, sending delicious shivers of delight through me. I cried out as my lower body heated under his ministrations, that now familiar ache spread from my mound to my hips and my lower belly. My tunnel burned with need, my desire building, my lust increasing and right then I did not care if what I felt was a sin.