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
I didn't see him after we had breakfast. When we had met him on our way back upstairs, he glanced indifferently at the twins who were cleaned, fed and rarin' to go, obviously excited by their new surroundings. They had turned their heads in unison, gazing expectantly when they saw him; after all, apart from me, he was the only other familiar face in this mausoleum of a residence. Although he had been remote and cold throughout the flight, the twins had come to regard him as a familiar face in a strange environment.But his grim expression as he raked my figure, sliding slowly over my skimpy, short-clad thighs and bare legs, left me quaking. There was no mistaking the look of anger, and I hurried away before he could react. having no other clothes with me, I had been forced to fish out the old shorts I had worn before I delivered my children. The T-shirt was also faded and tight, I reflected glumly.***The nursery was large, but the handful of toys soon had my children bored and fret
LucienHe grunted and downed his drink in a gulp. Wave upon wave of jealousy flooded him as he gulped another stiff drink, seething with rage. Damn, the woman. Did she have to parade herself before his associates?The crowd he moved about with didn't hesitate in switching partners, hell, he thought, scratching his hair-roughened chest, he had done it so many times, himself.His club was infamous for such trysts, he smiled cynically; it was one source of sure revenue. But while in the past, he would never have hesitated to talk about a woman freely or think twice before sharing her with his friends, something about Proserpina brought out the devil in him: he wanted to keep her only for himself. There was an innocence in her, an unspoiled freshness that had attracted him the instant he had seen her. She was so unlike the jaded women he met in his circles, with their pouts and come hither looks and antics, ever eager to get into his pants if it meant furthering their lives.Young Proserp
Taken by surprise, I recoiled in hurt.We had just shared a magical night and the only words he had for me after that were...these ???***He stood up, slowly. I licked my dry lips. The white dress shirt he was wearing, was open to the waist, exposing his bare chest with the wiry hair and sculpted torso and I shut my eyes briefly as a memory of how I had hungrily licked his taut nipples last night came to my mind.It seemed like a distant dream now as I felt my chest heaving with foreboding, watching him approach with the gait of a panther approaching its hapless prey.He crossed and came to stand a few feet from me, his drink in his hands. The air in the large room was thick with desire as he stroked my heated cheek with the moist tumbler and gave a harsh laugh as I flinched, my breath coming faster.His eyes on my breasts as they strained against the tight shirt I was wearing, he went on almost conversationally, in a hoarse growl, his eyes on my face,'I had a different woman every