Authors note: please ignore the authors note at the end of Ch.04 where I said Marie was Leonn’s jealous and neglected mistress. I’ve since changed my mind. : )
PART 5
A day had passed since Leonn had punished her in the dungeon. A whole day in which the promises she had made while her traitorous body was tormented with pleasure and pain played over and over in her mind. She was still disbelieving that in a moment of weakness she had promised to enjoy every thing Leonn did to her. She had been kidnapped from the convent, her innocent body ravished, her freedom denied her. To also promise that she would not make any further attempts to escape him… She hung her head in shame. She hated herself for giving those promises so easily, yet she knew she would hate herself even more if she went back on them.
Deep in thought as she gazed out over the small garden below, she was at first grateful for the distraction provided by the unexpected visitor. She was dazzling, tall and voluptuous with thickly fringed ice-blue eyes and honey locks that tumbled over her shoulders and glinted with golden highlights. Her gown was exquisite, made of rose silk cut low over sun-kissed mounds and cinched in tight beneath their heavy weight before flaring softly to the ground. Matching beaded slippers peaked from beneath its hem.
“So you are the little whore Leonn has stashed in his tower,” the woman said coolly, striding further into the chamber. Cold blue eyes narrowed as they raked over the sweet face and creamy shoulders, the small upthrust breasts and the mound of red curls at the apex of her thighs. “Passably pretty, I suppose.”
Isabella blushed to the tips of her breasts, striding over to the bed to gather up the bed-sheet protectively before her body. Never had she been so looked at by another woman, with a mixture of scorn and fascination.
“You, I presume, are Isabella.”
Bella could do no more than nod, the arrogance of the woman taking her breath away.
“I am Marie de Angel, mistress of this pile of rocks,” the woman moved to stand before Bella, hooking an imperious finger over the edge of the bed-sheet as she gazed down into wide green eyes set in a gentle face.
“You are young. Much younger than I had been led to believe.” At Bella’s look of surprise, the woman laughed. “Gossip of Leonn carrying you through the kitchens spread like wild fire.”
The finger nestled between the valley of her breasts dragged on the material, revealing a rosy tipped breast. Bella’s face burned, and she lowered her eyes.
“Ah,” the woman murmured, as if realising something about the young girl’s shy demeanor. “Tell me, Isabella,” the woman demanded coldly, her small fingers gripping Bella’s chin and forcing her to meet the woman’s gaze. “Was it Leonn who burst your delicious little cherry?”
It took Bella a few moments to realise what the woman meant, and her flush deepened. The woman smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
“Did you enjoy the feel of his large cock filling your hungry pussy for the first time?” Marie whispered, leaning close as though sharing a confidence, the sweet cloying scent of her filling Bella’s nostrils. “Quite a lover, isn’t he?”
Was it possible that Marie was Leonn’s wife? Bella was horrified at the thought. Had she been intimate with another woman’s husband? Had Leonn betrayed this woman in the cause for revenge?
“N-no,” she gasped hesitantly, her moss green eyes widening as she felt the material tugged from her suddenly nerveless fingers.
“No?” A fine blonde eyebrow arched in surprise as the older woman yanked the sheet fully from Bella’s grasp, tossing it behind her. “You didn’t squirm and writhe as you worked yourself on his big juicy pole, loving the feel of it sliding deep inside your little love purse?”
Bella swallowed hard, unable to answer. A teasing nail circled her rosy areola, its tip puckering shamefully. She was scandalised that another woman would touch her so. She knew it was a sin to be intimate with a man before marriage, but a woman…
She gasped as the long nail trailed down over her belly, delving scandalously in the fleecy mound between her thighs.
“I think you are lying. Perhaps we should investigate, hmm?”
Bella stiffened as the finger curled between her pink folds. Without thought she instinctively stepped back, feeling the bed brush the backs of her knees. The woman moved quickly, slapping her across the face.
Bella cried out, her hand flying to her face as the stinging spread like fire across her cheek, tears brimming in her eyes.
“You dare defy me, your mistress? You wish to incur Leonn’s wrath?” Marie demanded, gazing down at her with flashing blue eyes.
A shiver traced down her spine as remembered the dungeon lined with sinister whips and paddles. Bella silently shook her head, unable to prevent a tear from sliding down her raw cheek.
“Good,” Marie smiled coldly. “Now lay on the bed and spread your legs. I want to see this honey-pot the servants have been raving about.”
Bella gasped, shocked to the core. She couldn’t…
“You don’t want to displease Leonn, now, do you?”
Marie’s eyes narrowed as Bella hesitated. Biting her lip, Bella slowly sat on the bed, turning to lie lengthways. She eased her quivering thighs slightly apart. “Wider, that’s it,” the woman murmured appreciatively as Isabella obeyed.
“So soft,” the woman murmured, her fingers trailing along her calf and over the inside of her knee. “Like baby’s down.” The hand curved around her inner thigh, massaging the fleshy bit at the top of her thigh.
She quivered as the fingers gently cupped her mound. “Is this innocence an act?” Marie asked, her fingers curling into her heat. Bella moaned, a heavy pulsing beginning between her thighs. “You’re exquisite.”
Isabella squirmed as soft fingers peeled her plump lips apart, exposing her secret pink flesh to the inquisitive blue eyes.
“Mmm, someone’s been a naughty girl. The skin looks slightly tender. He must take you rigorously and often,” the woman murmured, as if to herself. Bella bit her lip as the fingers explored her there, soft and tender, melting her resistance.
She gasped as a finger was inserted inside of her. “You’re tight, extremely tight,” Marie murmured as her the muscles clenched around her invading finger. “Let’s get you wet, shall we? Then we can see what we can do about stretching your little cunny.”
Isabella shuddered as another finger entered her there. Shame welled up in her as the fingers began caressing her, drawing a response from her young body she didn’t wish to give.
“Please don’t,” Isabella whimpered as a finger found her pleasure nub, and she turned her head to the side, her eyes closed in misery. She felt the bed shift under the weight of the other woman as she straddled Bella’s spread thighs, sweeping her voluminous silk skirts out behind her.
Bella moaned as a hot mouth closed over a sensitive nipple, suckling her sweetly, the feel of her heat sliding against her thigh so wicked. She tried to imagine it was Leonn lavishing her breasts with kisses, his mouth hot and tender, not this woman with the cruel eyes and soft touch. Soon she found she couldn’t stop, her helpless body beginning to respond as a trickle of dew seeped between her thighs.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you, you little slut,” the woman said delightedly as she blew on her damp nipple.
Her back arched, seeking the woman’s mouth as she felt her control slipping. She was panting and writhing as the skillful fingers tormented her, so different from Leonn’s demanding caresses.
The mouth trailed across her chest to find the tip of her other breast hard and expectant. “No, please…I-I don’t want this.” Another hot tear spilled down her cheek. She shivered as Marie’s tongue swirled around its taut length before taking it fully in her mouth.
“Ah, but your sweet little body tells me quite the opposite. It can’t lie like your pretty mouth.”
A small whimper escaped her as another finger joined the others to plunder her pussy, and her body arched off of the bed, her hands clenched at her sides. “Oh…”
“Marie,” both women gasped at the unexpectedness of that quietly spoken word. Leonn leaned negligently against the door to the chamber, his narrowed amber eyes taking in the spectacle laid before him.
“Darling,” the woman cried, quickly turning toward the voice. She slipped off of Bella and crossed the room, flinging her arms around the tall silent man. “You’re back early.”
Bella’s breath caught in her throat as his eyes skimmed her creamy curves over Marie’s head, noting the dazed eyes and feverish cheeks, the taut nipples still damp from Marie’s attentions. Her whole body clenched under that unreadable gaze.
Leonn tore his eyes from Bella to stare down at the blonde woman in his arms as he slowly yet firmly grasped the woman’s wrists and removed them from around his neck.
Something about the stiffness of his shoulders chased a warning shiver down Bella’s spine. Slowly she sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed.
Bella’s eyes drunk in the sight of him, tall and forbidding as he gazed down at Marie. He was like a golden god, with gleaming gold locks that brushed the collar of his black leather coat. A snowy white tunic brought out his golden skin and tight brown breeches clung to his muscular thighs before disappearing into knee high black leather boots. She felt her body palpitate at the sight of him, and wondered if she could ever bear the sight of him without her traitorous body responding to his mere presence.
“I gave orders that this tower is out of bounds.” Leonn said quietly to the woman before him. Too quietly.
“But darling, I knew you couldn’t mean me, and once I heard you had a delicious girl up here, I simply had to find out for myself. And truly, Leonn, she is remarkable, so pliant and fresh.”
Leonn raised an eyebrow. “My orders were crystal-clear.”
“I haven’t seen you in days, ever since that convent slut arrived, and I was starting to get lonely.”
“Whether she is a slut is yet to be seen,” Leonn replied coldly, his eyes flicking briefly over Bella. “And if you feel the need to amuse yourself, there are any number of men or women willing to lend a hand. Now get out.”
“We could share her, Leonn.” The woman, in all her arrogance, seemed to be pleading. Isabella held her breath, wondering what his answer would be. He wouldn’t…
“Marie, you are not in a position to control me or make demands upon me. Now go. I will deal with you later.” His coldly spoken words were like a whiplash.
