Post by Soraya de la Cruz on Jul 4, 2011 10:40:34 GMT -5
Spring in Terre d'Ange was a sight to behold; a beauty that was unrivalled anywhere else in the world, I was sure of that. Roses bloomed, scarlet blushes among the emerald tunnel of foliage; my blood beating faster with excitement and desire as I ran through the arbour. Fast enough that he had to chase me, but not fast enough that he couldn't catch me. I was fifteen, young and pretty, in the midst of my first real infatuation; and I had Arthur de Fhirze, three years my senior and heir to a Marquisate, in pursuit of me.
I was delirious with the heady sensation that every woman feels when she's wanted.
He caught up to me, one arm coming about my waist as he span me around to face him, drawing me into his embrace.
"I've caught you," he leaned in close, close enough that I could see the flecks of silver in his blue eyes. "Now, you owe me a boon."
I let my eyes widen, as though I didn't already know what he wanted. "And what boon would you claim?"
His grip tightened around my waist. "A kiss of course."
As he leaned in, I smiled and quickly pecked him on the cheek. His eyes snapped open in surprise and I darted away from him.
"There's your kiss," I said sweetly, letting my skirts swing behind me as I walked a little further to lay in the grass. I grinned up at him as he joined me, his face taking on a wry look. I had tricked him, but he wasn't defeated, not yet anyway.
"Do you know the Kusheline game of courtship?" he asked off-handedly. I shook my head and he began to braid strips of grass into a quirt. "It's simple. Move, make a noise, and you earn a lash. Be good, and you earn a kiss." He traced my skin lightly with the quirt. "Do you want to play?"
"Yes," I said, and was immediately rewarded with the kiss of the quirt, my skin turning a faint red where he'd struck it. I bit back a yelp, just so he wouldn't have an excuse to do it again.
"Good girl," he whispered, leaning in to kiss me. His lips were soft and warm against mine, sending a tingle through my body. I'd never been this close to anyone before. His hand brushed against my breasts gently, and I let out an involuntary moan as I reached up to pull him closer. Instead, he moved back and gave another quick flick of his wrist.
"Ow!" I gasped, as my arm stung from another whip, earning another snap to my skin before he went back to stroking it lightly.
So the game continued, where he punished and praised me in equal measure while a tumult of emotions raged within me, such as I'd never felt before.
Eventually, he discarded the quirt and moved atop me, the sensations intensifying. There was desire, longing like I'd never experienced. And shame too, a perverse sort of feeling that I had let him dominate me, yet, for all the humiliation of having to submit, I wanted more. It confused me, but I was lost in his touch, the heat of his palms through the fabric of my dress as his hands roamed my body, his mouth on my neck, his breath coming fast.
I kissed him back fervently, my blood singing; when his hands moved lower, bunching my skirts around my waist. With one hand still teasing my body, the other unlacing his breeches, I felt a sudden sense of fear. Despite the feeling of energy coursing through my body, I was not ready for this.
With difficulty, I fended off his insistent hands and scooted away. He looked up at me, dazed, eyes still hazy with desire.
"What?" his voice was raw with longing. Maybe, if I were an older girl, I would have let him take me there and then, but half of me was angry; angry that I'd let the situation get so far out of hand that he had had complete and utter control over me, angry that my body betrayed me by responding to his voice alone.
I wouldn't let it happen again.
"I didn't get a turn," I said loftily, picking up the discarded quirt. "I want to have a go."
He blinked in surprise, then gave a lopsided grin. "All right. Just a few mind, I want to pick up where we left off."
"Of course," I agreed, tugging on the ribbon that held my hair. It sluiced into my hand and my curls came ubound. "Only, I want to add something else. Sit still."
Then I blindfolded him, making sure that the knot would be difficult to undo. He smiled, then lay back into the grass.
"Do your worst then."
"Oh I shall," and with that, I gave him a kiss; my tongue darting into his mouth teasingly, before I pulled away abruptly and headed back towards the manor, leaving him alone in the field, blindfolded, his desire unsated.
I was delirious with the heady sensation that every woman feels when she's wanted.
He caught up to me, one arm coming about my waist as he span me around to face him, drawing me into his embrace.
"I've caught you," he leaned in close, close enough that I could see the flecks of silver in his blue eyes. "Now, you owe me a boon."
I let my eyes widen, as though I didn't already know what he wanted. "And what boon would you claim?"
His grip tightened around my waist. "A kiss of course."
As he leaned in, I smiled and quickly pecked him on the cheek. His eyes snapped open in surprise and I darted away from him.
"There's your kiss," I said sweetly, letting my skirts swing behind me as I walked a little further to lay in the grass. I grinned up at him as he joined me, his face taking on a wry look. I had tricked him, but he wasn't defeated, not yet anyway.
"Do you know the Kusheline game of courtship?" he asked off-handedly. I shook my head and he began to braid strips of grass into a quirt. "It's simple. Move, make a noise, and you earn a lash. Be good, and you earn a kiss." He traced my skin lightly with the quirt. "Do you want to play?"
"Yes," I said, and was immediately rewarded with the kiss of the quirt, my skin turning a faint red where he'd struck it. I bit back a yelp, just so he wouldn't have an excuse to do it again.
"Good girl," he whispered, leaning in to kiss me. His lips were soft and warm against mine, sending a tingle through my body. I'd never been this close to anyone before. His hand brushed against my breasts gently, and I let out an involuntary moan as I reached up to pull him closer. Instead, he moved back and gave another quick flick of his wrist.
"Ow!" I gasped, as my arm stung from another whip, earning another snap to my skin before he went back to stroking it lightly.
So the game continued, where he punished and praised me in equal measure while a tumult of emotions raged within me, such as I'd never felt before.
Eventually, he discarded the quirt and moved atop me, the sensations intensifying. There was desire, longing like I'd never experienced. And shame too, a perverse sort of feeling that I had let him dominate me, yet, for all the humiliation of having to submit, I wanted more. It confused me, but I was lost in his touch, the heat of his palms through the fabric of my dress as his hands roamed my body, his mouth on my neck, his breath coming fast.
I kissed him back fervently, my blood singing; when his hands moved lower, bunching my skirts around my waist. With one hand still teasing my body, the other unlacing his breeches, I felt a sudden sense of fear. Despite the feeling of energy coursing through my body, I was not ready for this.
With difficulty, I fended off his insistent hands and scooted away. He looked up at me, dazed, eyes still hazy with desire.
"What?" his voice was raw with longing. Maybe, if I were an older girl, I would have let him take me there and then, but half of me was angry; angry that I'd let the situation get so far out of hand that he had had complete and utter control over me, angry that my body betrayed me by responding to his voice alone.
I wouldn't let it happen again.
"I didn't get a turn," I said loftily, picking up the discarded quirt. "I want to have a go."
He blinked in surprise, then gave a lopsided grin. "All right. Just a few mind, I want to pick up where we left off."
"Of course," I agreed, tugging on the ribbon that held my hair. It sluiced into my hand and my curls came ubound. "Only, I want to add something else. Sit still."
Then I blindfolded him, making sure that the knot would be difficult to undo. He smiled, then lay back into the grass.
"Do your worst then."
"Oh I shall," and with that, I gave him a kiss; my tongue darting into his mouth teasingly, before I pulled away abruptly and headed back towards the manor, leaving him alone in the field, blindfolded, his desire unsated.