Proserpina The evening was calm. Dusk settled over the valley gracefully, like a soft shawl tenderly wrapped around the shoulders of the mountain peaks that surrounded the tiny monastery, which lay half hidden on the slopes of the mountains. I smiled as I straightened up, having rocked my twins to sleep. Almost a year and a half old now, my son, little Piers, drifted off to sleep almost immediately. My daughter, Ria, was the stubborn one who went to sleep unwillingly. I tucked the cotton sheet around her plump little body, dropping a kiss on her golden curls. "A real fighter," I thought fondly. "Like her father," said a small voice inside me. I sighed and stood up wearily. This had become my home—this little monastery tucked away on the hillside of the Himalayas. The orderly, serene life of the Buddhist nuns and their unconditional acceptance had been a balm on my sore heart, and when I gave birth to the children, the nuns nursed me with tender care. Yet the thoughts of Lucie
I was dimly aware of the silence in the hall, the fragrance of incense, and the all-pervading sense of tranquillity as I walked toward the dimly lit waiting room. The entire atmosphere had such a calming effect on anyone who came in, I thought. Long windows, a carved ceiling, and walls adorned with paintings that retold the story of the Buddha.When I had first come here, broken-hearted and almost hopeless, this monastery had offered me shelter, unconditionally. There were times when i used to sit here in this room, weeping, praying to a Power I wasn't sure was listening anymore.Gradually, the love and concern of the people around me had made me a more confident person. The birth of my children had only added to the purpose of my life.Smiling softly to myself, I entered the hall.*But my words of greeting died away when I saw the powerfully built man standing before the impressive statue of Lord Buddha. Dressed in a dark suit with a long overcoat, his salt and pepper head gleaming,
Releasing my arms, he grasped a handful of my hair in his fist, winding the other arm savagely around my waist, trapping me effortlessly in a brutal embrace that had nothing to do with love. As I gasped in pain, he brought his head down, kissing me with ferocity and grinding his mouth on mine. There was no love, no gentleness. Only he needs to brand me as his.When he raised his head, I could taste blood. He flung me away, his face mirroring self-disgust.Breathing hard, wide-eyed with shock and a host of conflicting emotions, I watched him, touching my bruised mouth, aware that I would have darkening bruises on my arms where he had sunk his hard fingers into my arms in such a brutish way.He turned, his eyes glinting almost evilly in the feeble lighting. His eyes dropped to my heavy breasts, the nipples clearly outlined through the coarse cloth of my gown, because he still had the power to arouse me, even with his cruelty. With a low growl, he came closer again, roughly fondling my f
It was as though time speeded up after that. I remember hazily saying my goodbyes to the kind nuns who had taken me in when I was broken and forlorn. I knelt before the Mother Superior and she gently laid her hands on my head in a traditional gesture of bestowing blessings and asked, after a short silence,"Is this what you want, child?"I had grown very fond of the old woman who ran the nunnery like a tight ship, but who was equally compassionate and intelligent.I smiled through my tear-filled eyes and bowed my head to avoid showing her my distress, I nodded, whispering, "He is the father of my children, Mother."Her all-seeing eyes glimmered, but she remained silent after blessing me and I rose and left the room, my steps heavy, heart filled with foreboding.Lucien Delano stood waiting impatiently beside a large, dark limousine, and he gave a curt nod in the direction of the Mother Superior, who had made the unexpected gesture of seeing us off. My old friend, Brian Gaulle, came to
ProserpinaWhen we stopped to refuel and where I have no idea. All I recall is the landing on American soil and groggily getting out of the car in front of the large house I had visited once before, the night Lucien had seduced me so thoroughly.My heart pounding, I studied the house in the twilight. It was as large as I remembered and as grotesque.The wide pathway, the well-maintained gardens, the swimming pool in the distance, glistening invitingly in the evening sun, everything bespoke wealth. Spanish arches, wide verandas and wrought iron balconies completed the look of extravagance. And the entire sprawling estate was bounded by on all sides a high wall. The sentries at the door were also conspicuous in their presence. As the car sped past the huge iron gates and the cubicle where the guard sat, I was dimly aware of the feeling that I was entering a fortress.I shuddered.The night I had visited, it had seemed an ugly sprawling building. In the gathering dusk, I made a kinder as
ProserpinaI relinquished my children to the maids with some hesitation; I had never done this before. They had always been with me or somewhere close by.But this evening they seemed exhausted and were too tired to create a fuss. Piers was already dozing by the time I had finished supervising the arrangement of their rather limited number of clothes. Seeing that they were washed and changed, I turned to leave.I realized that I was drained, and after gulping down a cup of hot, sweet tea, I followed Beatrice to a door at the end of the landing. An elevator at the end of the landing intrigued me.Catching my curious gaze, Beatrice rolled her eyes and said.'HE stays upstairs. Got the entire floor. No one there 'çept hisself.'I was too tired to point out that the house belonged to HIM anyway, he could run around naked if he wished.Yawning, I remained silent.She threw open the door with the flourish of a magician, and I stopped in the doorway, awed. A woman's room, all pearl grey and
LucienThe fresh, clean smell of her hair seemed to reach out to him. He slid in beside her, taking her in his arms roughly, inhaling the sweet, clean fragrance of her body.His manhood reared hungrily at the familiar feel of her lush body, his cum dripping onto her, and he bent his head to capture her mouth.She moaned sleepily and tried to push him away. Angered by her involuntary response to resist him, he kissed her hard, roughly and felt her body stiffen in surprise.Her lashes fluttered open, and the large cinnamon-brown eyes looked into his, startled.'You have made me wait for this for a long time, little girl,' he growled as he rolled onto her, his hands roving over her full breasts, pinching the taut nipples before lowering his head to bite her.'And now," 'he muttered, 'I have you where I want you, under me."ProserpinaAs the vapours of sleep dispersed abruptly, I realised that Lucien had entered the room while I had fallen asleep. Now, he lay almost on top of me, his larg
LucienShe had resisted him at first, pushing at his muscled chest with all the force in her small hands. But his lust and strength were fiercer than any fight she could offer. When he slipped his hand to roughly stroke her clitoral area, he grunted in satisfaction; she was soaking wet.For him, he thought in triumph as he captured her wrists and pinned them above her.The cry she gave and the look of mute longing were evidence of the power he had over her, thought Lucien as he brought his mouth down on her willing lips, possessing her and demanding her utter subjugation.Looking into her flashing eyes and swollen mouth, he growled,"You can fight, little girl." but you want this too. Admit it.''Lucien, wait! Let me explain...' she whimpered, struggling futilely, although her body eagerly responded to him.He laughed, lowering his head to nip at the sensitive part of her neck, and she gasped, her body arching involuntarily.His mouth moved to her full breasts, the dark nipples as har