Disobedient chit. She would need to be taken firmly in hand, and by God, he was the man for the job. Nothing stirred his blood like control, and the notion of harnessing Percy's wild yet innocent spirit, of training her to his pleasure, aroused his darkest desires. He knew that once she surrendered, she would do so completely. 'Twas not in her nature to hold anything back. The tempestuous little vixen would give him everything he wanted.
The notion made his rod pulse in his fist. He imagined turning her over his knee. Tracing the elegant dip of her spine and palming the contours of her soft, quivering arse.
You've been a naughty girl, he said.
I haven't. She looked back at him, her hair a glorious tumble.I only did what I had to.
Impertinent chit. Even in his fantasy, she gave him lip.
You'll have to be punished for playing your tricks on me, he said.
His first slap made her gasp. Not out of pain—he hadn't spanked her hard—but indignation. Before she could speak, he delivered another swat to her bottom. His cock throbbed to see her flesh bear his mark, to hear her gasps melt into breathy sighs. She began to wriggle against his lap, telling him without words what she wanted. He parted her trembling thighs, and his breath caught at the sight of her quim. Soft and fluffy blond. Perfectly untouched.
He ran his middle finger along the seam of Percy's pristine pussy, and she sighed with pleasure. Virginity held no special appeal for him (he preferred bed partners who knew what they were doing), yet the thought of being the first man—the only man—to diddle Percy's dewy slit sent heat rushing up his shaft. Wetness oozed from the bulging crown, slicking his palm. He frigged himself harder, his breath driving in and out in harsh rushes.
Please, oh please… take me now, Gavin…
Rolling her onto her back, he spread her white thighs, exposing her pink crease with his thumbs. He buried his tongue deep. He could hear her cries as he licked her. He savored the sweetness of her desire, the intoxicating wildness of her response as she arched her hungering cunny to his mouth, whimpering his name. The pressure mounted in his bollocks. He replaced his lips with his cock, running the head along her drenched sex.
Beg me to take you, sweet. Ask for my cock. Ask to be fucked for the first time.
Her eyes heavy-lidded and bright, she whispered,Please put your cock inside me, Gavin.
With a wild groan, he thrust inside. She was tight as a glove, lush and wet, the perfect hole for his prick. He took her slowly at first, then harder and deeper as she pleaded for more. His lungs burning, he slung her sleek legs over his shoulders and gave it to her. His hips slammed again and again.Take it, take what only I can give you.His muscles tensed as she screamed, her pussy milking him as she spent, dragging him with her... The climax ripped through him. His shout echoed off the walls as hot seed shot between his fingers.
He fell back against the pillows, panting, confounded by the power of his release.What is it about that bloody chit?Before he could ponder further, fatigue began to spread outward in languorous waves. His eyes and limbs grew heavy. Sleep beckoned, and too spent to resist, he finally followed.
5
"It's not my fault, Mama,"Miss Priscilla Farnham protested. "I don't look for trouble. It findsme."
—fromThe Perils of Priscilla, a stalled manuscript by P. R. Fines
The dank air of the catacombs filled her nostrils as she struggled against the chains. The villain standing in the shadows gave a wicked, cackling laugh.
"'Tis no use. You cannot escape me," he said.
"Let me go!" She strove to free her wrists from where they were shackled above her head. The stony wall abraded her back through the thin linen—goodness gracious, why was she clad only in her unmentionables? "And give me back my clothes, you cad!"
"You won't need those anymore. Not for what I intend, my dear." In the light of the single torch, his eyes reflected a sinister gleam. She tried to make out his face, yet it remained shrouded by the dark. All she could see of him was his hulking, powerful form.
"You'd better release me before my beloved arrives." She glared at him, the effect ruined by the errant blond strand that fell in her eye. Blowing at the irritating piece of hair, she said, "He is a prince. And he will lop off your head and skewer it to the parapet if you harm me."
"Bloodthirsty wench, aren't you? I like that."
His dark voice made her insides quiver in an odd manner. "You won't like it when he runs a sword through you," she retorted.
The villain laughed. Suddenly, he reached up and doused the only light. Pure darkness enveloped the cavern. Her cry for help echoed off the rocky walls.
"You and I both know the prince isn't what you need. You're no princess to sit idly eating bonbons all day."
"As a matter of fact, I love bonbons—"
She broke off in a gasp as the villain's lips skimmed the curve of her ear. Shocks danced along the delicate shell, and before she could regain her senses, he nipped the tender lobe.
"You're a wicked girl, meant for wicked things," he murmured.
"I amnot—"
