Sabine wondered how long she had been there, in this room, in this fortress. She had tried to sleep, thinking if she slept the time would pass more quickly, and she would become strong enough to find a way out, find a way to escape. She decided that the way she had tried to fight Lord Talos before was an error on her part, she was vulnerable here, and she definitely couldn’t outmatch his brute strength, she would have to wait, until the right opportunity presented itself.
The dull ache in her head from when she had first been abducted had finally eased, but her body was achy still. As she lay under the sheets she could feel his hands on her body, as if his fingers had left an everlasting mark. She noticed more light in the room, the curtains were drawn open and it was day again, or was it still the same day? She wasn’t sure. She wrapped the thin sheet around her bared body and held her tender breasts close for support, even slight movement in them caused a throbbing soreness, and at the same time caused her peach nipples to become scandalously firm. Looking out she realized she was high enough into the fortress so that no one could see her through the window, and she recognized the rocky cliffs in the distance, behind the green valley. She knew where she was. She remembered being here once before. She had only been a child then, with her family she had come to this fortress to visit her father’s friend, Lord Hamier, but then, Hamier was Talos’s father. She hadn’t thought of that before, but the resemblance now was uncanny, they were both cold men.
She turned into the room, she had not had a very good look at it before, and the first thing she did was go to the door, checking to see it was locked. Of course it was, and as she looked around for weapons she found a bathing area and food that had been left for her. She disregarded both, her mind set on finding something to use as a weapon, but amusingly it seemed Talos had been sure to remove all sharp objects from the room, he had even taken the liberty of bolting the heavy candleholders in place. It seemed he had been prepared for her, which was somewhat of a surprise.
When she realized there was nothing she could use as a weapon her knees began to feel shaky, and the dull sense of exhaustion came over her again. She went back to the food and drink. She had some water, but she refused to eat, not trusting any food he had left for her. Holding the sheet close she could smell his musky scent, she reluctantly took it in for a few moments before she realized that she was growing damp between her legs again. She suddenly felt dirty and dropped the sheet to step into the bath. She needed to be clean again. She dipped her head under and surface, reaching for the soap and she began to spread it over her body, cleansing her sensitive breasts and her thighs, and she dared to admit she was enjoying the soft touch her own hands brought, and in her delight she momentarily forgot where she was. She had never enjoyed a bath this much before, and as much as she fought it she couldn’t help touching herself, teasing her own breasts. Was this more of the wickedness Talos had brought upon her? She wasn’t sure she cared, and then she stopped as she heard the gut wrenching sound of a door, the clicking as it opened. She immediately glared towards the locked door but it hadn’t moved. She decided it must have been a noise in the hall and continued to wash.
What Sabine didn’t see was the second door in the room; the one she had assumed was a closet, when in fact the second locked door lead to a second chamber, a second bedroom. Talos had made certain to place her prison near his bed, and Sabine did not suspect a thing until she felt the strong warm hands move over her wet shoulders. She flinched, demanding to look back but his firm hold pinched her shoulders, refusing to let her move until she grew calm under his hands. He carefully began to massage her shoulders, pushing her forward as he took the soap from her hand and washed her back, and then moved the bar teasingly over her breasts. She took in a breath, trying terribly not to squirm too much. She felt relieved when he put the soap down, but then he leaned forward, dipping his hands into the water and bringing them back over her, down her neck, cupping her breasts to wash away the soap. She felt his breath on her, sending chills down her sides.
When his hands finally left her she tried to turn around again, she wanted to face him, not trusting him one moment with her back to him, but he gently turned her head back and she felt him gathering her hair, and then the stakes of a comb as he carefully brushed the long tassels, careful not to harm the sensitive cut in her hairline. What kind of man was he? Brushing her hair? Bathing her? After his barbaric assault on her body she felt confused, because now he was acting like a maid. She decided for now not to struggle with him, she wasn’t strong enough yet. So even as he pinned her hair back and lifted both her arms, holding them with one of his large hands behind her head, she didn’t fight him. He had already seen every intimate part of her, what was there to fight now.
He took in a deep breath, aroused by the form of her breasts being stretched as he held her arms. He brought his bare chest closer to her shoulders as he pulled her against the edge of the bath. He might have come in after her, but now that he had her in such a provocative position removing the silk pants he wore hardly seemed worth the effort.
She wasn’t fighting him, he could feel her submission but he almost wished she would struggle. She had probably determined her struggling only aroused him, his clever Sabine, well, at least he knew he wouldn’t let her go that easily. If she actually thought he might get bored with her, well, he would show her. He moved gently with his free hand, down her neckline to where he rolled her nipples in his fingers, bringing his mouth to her ear, kissing her softly until she began to twitch with the chills. He sucked in her smooth neck, suckling more aggressively, but still made certain not to leave any resentful marks on her skin that he so loved to look at. He heard a soft gasp escape her as he left her breasts and moved down, forcing his hand between her clenched thighs and moving his finger to rub through the crease of her pussy.
“Open to me.” He whispered, pushing his touch deeper, causing her to squirm.
She closed her eyes, unable to fight her body as he molested her private place beneath the surface of the water, and the feeling of his mouth hungrily kissing her neck. Her back began to arch again, trying to fight the sheer bliss betraying her between her thighs. She felt her nipples growing tighter and he wasn’t even touching them, they had grown erect like small stakes coming from her cylinder rounds. She bit her lip, refusing to cry out in approval to him, she couldn’t approve this, there was no way, and yet she almost desired his touch to go deeper. She bit her lip harder, trying to cause her own pain, wanting to block out all the sensation, she was fighting again, just the way he liked it, and how could she have known he sensed the hostility in her? That it was profusely arousing him?
“Am I the only man who has touched you here?” He asked, rounding the gate of her opening pussy with more aggression.
Oh god, she thought, he was asking these terrible questions again, and yet she couldn’t help but answer.
“Yes.” She mumbled.
