Audacity: Chapter 32

This would be an excellent time to call on God’s grace, because the sight of this beautiful woman standing naked in front of me, awaiting my bidding, has thoughts so forbidden, so intoxicating, coursing through me that they may well take me under.

The guards clatter out. The thud of the door closing behind them has us alone, and it seems to me the air thickens.

I’ve met this woman in another lifetime. She wears many guises. She’s an angel who pretends to be a whore—or maybe it’s the other way around—but tonight, she’s a virgin.

Whatever guise she adopts, she is the most beautiful human being I’ve ever seen. When God created her in His likeness, he gave her wide-set hazel eyes and the creamiest skin. He gave her a mouth a virgin has no business having and hair that is a sheet of silk and breasts that are full and round and lush, with the prettiest little pink nipples.

This particular combination of features may be enough to send a man to hell all on their own, but it’s the significance of her standing here before me in this particular incarnation that may well finish me off.

Tonight, I am a man who wears his entitlement like a second skin. Not content with my title and my wife and my lands, I may exercise my birthright to take any woman in my realm as I please, to fuck her and impregnate her and extend my noble bloodline.

Because every single one of them belongs to me, just as every man and horse and dwelling here in Essex belong. To. Me.

I scarcely know what to do with her first.

To her.

In this moment, she is a foreign land, but by the end of our evening together, I will know the hills and valleys of her sweet virgin terrain. I will be as intimately familiar with the music of her cries as with the velvet wetness of her cunt. I will undo her so thoroughly that I’ll ruin her forever. She’ll beg me not to make her go back to her useless, nameless husband.

She’ll be a woman, and he will still be an ignorant boy.

A step forward has us a foot apart. The way her rich chestnut hair falls softly over her shoulders has me wanting to dip my head and smell it as fervently as it has me wanting to use it for a fine bridle around my fist.

‘What is your name?’

‘Athena, my Lord.’

‘A godless name. Are you godless, Athena?’

‘No, my Lord.’

‘Have you ever let a man do godless things to you? Ever let that new husband of yours touch you?’

She shakes her head vehemently. ‘No, my Lord. No one has touched me.’

‘Good.’ That’s very, very good. She is as unsullied as she looks, her body a virgin canvas, her skin a blanket of fresh snow for my fingerprints and my teeth.

‘You are mine tonight. My property. Do you understand?’

‘Y-yes.’ Her eyes are astonishing, her pupils huge. She’s shivering, her body bracing for impact. I stand before her in my rich robes and my tall boots and revel in the fact that she’s the most perfect sight I’ve ever seen.

I can wait no longer.

‘That means I can do this to you, and you will let me.’ I reach up and pinch her nipples lightly, fleetingly. It’s a threat and a promise and a tease, and I watch in something approaching awe as her eyelids flutter closed and her lips part as though I’ve turned a key in a lock. She lets out a faint, shuddering moan that I decide I like very much indeed.

‘Any pleasure you feel tonight is for me. Understand?’

She nods, opening her eyes and fixing them back on me. They’re almost all pupil.

I pinch her nipples again, rolling them between my fingers. They’re impossibly hard—whether from cold or anticipation, I’m unsure. ‘Mine.’

‘Argh—yours.’

I take a moment to knead her breasts, to weigh them, to toy with her nipples. She sways a little, breathing fast, as a flush of arousal builds on her cheeks.

‘Open your mouth.’

She opens it immediately, affording me a lovely view of even white teeth and her pink, glistening tongue. A tongue that will work very well on my cock. I release one breast and grab a fistful of silken tresses so I can angle her face up to me. Then I bend my mouth to hers so I can kiss her.

The kiss is harsh, invasive. It’s far less a sign of affection than a foreshadowing of how thoroughly I intend to explore her holes tonight. I fuck her mouth with my tongue as I hold her in place by her hair. Her arms flutter at her sides as she lets me, but I don’t miss the low moan she makes into my mouth.

I release her and trail the back of my hand down between her breasts, my knuckles gliding over the impossibly soft skin of her stomach as I revel in the view of her blown-out pupils and laboured breathing. ‘Mine.’

She nods her agreement.

‘Widen your legs.’

She does. Such a good girl—so eager to please.

I pause. It’s the headiest moment. I’m suspended in the most captivating form of anticipation before I touch her.

By the looks of things, so is she.

I move my hand lower and slide my fingers through her slippery wetness. My little so-called virgin is absolutely fucking soaked. This space between her legs is astonishing: warm and drenched; the most hospitable of terrains for a man.

‘This is mine,’ I remind her. ‘It’s for my pleasure.’ I stroke her there lightly, enjoying the slipperiness of her flesh as much as the way her face contorts in sheer delight at my touch. Still, our eyes are locked, and I muse that there may be no greater pleasure than stroking a beautiful, naked woman at leisure and watching her arousal build. Her mouth is working, her jaw tensing, her legs shaking.

‘Hold onto me,’ I command her, and she grips the wide sleeves of my doublet to steady herself. ‘Do not look away while I explore my new pretty little plaything.’

She nods again, biting down on her lip as if to hold in her whimpers. But when I push two fingers deep inside her she cries out, whether in shock or pleasure I do not know. Her flesh is molten and devastatingly tight and my poor, aching dick longs to wedge itself deep inside that space and never come up for air.

I fuck her like this for a moment or two, my fingers merciless, watching her plush lips form a perfect O as I do, making sure I don’t touch that glossy little button that is already so swollen.

Even so, my little virgin is having far too good a time. This is about me and my seigneurial rights.

I pull my fingers out and she blinks, bereft. ‘On your knees,’ I drawl before sucking my fingers into my mouth. She tastes like the most erotic dream.

I knew she would.

She scrambles prettily to her knees.

‘It’s time for you to serve your lord, to show me what a loyal servant you are. Do you understand?’

‘Yes, my lord,’ she whispers, looking up at me.

‘Good. Wait.’

I unbuckle the heavy silver clasp of my belt and discard it before unfastening my doublet and taking that off, too. She waits patiently on her knees, looking up at me like a penitent so pure she has nothing at all to confess, and I soak it up, this power imbalance: me in my fine leather boots and her, naked on her knees in supplication with that plush pink mouth ready to take away all my earthly woes.

Just the sight of it has me fumbling with the fastening of my breeches and shoving them down, along with my linen undergarments, so that my tortured cock springs out, thick and hot. Without a word, I close my hand hard around the back of her neck and thrust my length deep inside her mouth.

Fuck, it’s a wet, lush paradise. She struggles for a moment, eyes wide and arms flailing, before her palms land on my thighs. I allow my fingers to move in her hair as she accommodates me.

‘Take it all,’ I say, and she moans around my length. It’s a wonderful sound, muffled and anguished and desperate, and it has me pulling out so I can drive into her.

This won’t take long, but it will take the edge off enough that I can play with my latest amusement for longer before I take her virginity in the fullest possible way.

I show no mercy, pistoning in and out of that blessed mouth of hers as she does her best to take me. Tears are soaking her pretty lashes and running down her cheeks. The huge fire on one side of the room burnishes her hair as she moans and gasps and sucks, and I’m only partly conscious of my own bestial grunts as my orgasm gathers heat and mass so violently that, before I know it, I’m bracing myself for the storm to break.

A primal bellow breaks from my throat as it does. I grip her hair even more tightly, holding her against me. For a moment, my entire body goes rigid as my soul bolts, soaring through the air in pure ecstasy as I let myself loose. I thrust and thrust into her warm, willing mouth, this orgasm ripping through my body like wildfire, consuming everything and sparing nothing.

It’s the first way I’ve plundered her heavenly body tonight, but it won’t be the last.