Persephone would be bonded to a man of her mother’s choosing and forced to bear him children all for the sake of powerful bloodlines. She had no control over her life, and all that awaited was misery
The one thing she did control… Her body. Defiance raged in her heart. She didn’t want to be taken demurely out of duty. Persephone wanted to be fucked and by a man of her choosing.
“Surely you’re not thinking of leaving, flower? Are you seeing something you don’t like?” His tone was sharp, but she would have been flustered if the role were reversed.
“No. You’re perfect.”
With that, she dipped her mouth to his chest and laid a kiss to the center. The coarse hair tickled her lip and she ratherenjoyed the scratchy feel of it. Persephone explored his torso, kissing and licking until she was sure she’d taste every inch. He whispered soft praises as she bit his nipple and sucked it teasingly, just as he had shown her when he’d bitten her ear.
“You’re a quick learner, flower.”
She grinned as the compliment bloomed in her chest. “I’ve got the best teacher.”
“Yes, you do. The very best.” She questioned his haughty response for a moment, but it slipped away when he ran his fingers through her hair and pushed her mouth lower. Persephone hesitated. She knew what he wanted, but she wasn’t sure how to begin.
“Don’t worry, flower. You’ll like it.”
Would she?
Persephone heard whispers through the servants’ quarters at her mother’s estate often from the maid staff. They spoke giddily about nights of sin and how they chose to pleasure the men in their beds. Some used their mouths while others preferred suggestive clothing or dance. They all seemed to enjoy cock in one way or another.
Surely she would enjoy it, too.
Her lover was arrogant, but also sure. He knew what he was doing and had brought nothing but pleasure to her body so far. She could trust him on this.
Persephone kissed his waist line as one hand worked to lower the brown cotton pants. Her hands were shaky and she struggled to move both sides of the garment at the same time. She was fumbling and it made her nervous.
She breathed a sigh of relief when he chuckled and pushed the band of his pants down. He kicked his legs until the fabric flew free and placed both hands behind his head. His smile radiated confidence as his erection jutted proudly from his hips.
“What–” she stammered, unable to turn her stare from his prized possession. “What do I do?”
“Whatever feels right, beautiful. Play around. Touch it with your fingers, your tongue… You’ll get the hang of it.”
Persephone swallowed and attempted to force some bravado in her posture. How hard could it be? The maids said that the men always finished first, some even before they got to the actual sex part. Maybe she would get lucky and find the right combination of movements.
She reached out a hand and capped the tip with her palm. Unsure what to do next, she rubbed small circles and cringed inwardly. It didn’t feel right. He sat up and grasped her hand. Before she could question, he opened the fingers and spit in her palm.
“If you’re going to play with my head, it has to be wet. Otherwise it’s irritating. Try again, but this time start at the base. Grip it tight and move it slowly up and down. Got it?”
Persephone nodded as she stared at her hand. She was taken aback by the filthy move, but… she didn’t hate it. She did as she was told and worked him from the base up. The act made her flush. It was more embarrassing than it was arousing. Maybe it was because she was nervous. She didn’t know what she was doing and the inadequacy was grating on her nerves.
There was that temper her mother chided her about. Always quick to rage but never to stop and learn.
He sat up and removed her hand once more. “Okay, I can tell you’re not into it. Maybe we should do something different. How about if I work my magic on you?”
Persephone still struggled with her warring feelings, but nodded. He laid her back on the grass and rubbed a thumb across her lower lip.
“Do you remember when we first met, and I told you I wanted to see what color your cheeks turn when you come?”
Words failed her, so she nodded again.
“I’m going to put my mouth on that pretty pussy of yours and find out.”
She was absolutely breathless.
He didn’t trail small kisses down her abdomen like she’d done, but maybe that was her inexperience talking. Persephone inhaled deeply and released the breath slowly. She needed to calm down if she were to enjoy their time together.
He raised her skirts to lay against her stomach and placed his hands on her shaking thighs. She knew she was exposed because the breeze rolling off the hills chilled her flesh.
