back from
punishing her. His rigid arms were like a cage around her, preventing her from
scrambling out from under him or rolling away to escape.
“What do
you think you’re doing?” he said.
“Escaping!”
she wheezed, thrashing beneath him. Then she managed to get one knee up, and
made every effort to connect it with his balls.
He
blocked her attempt--barely--and then moved to pin down her bucking hips,
sitting on top of her groin as he continued to hold her arms on the ground with
a grip that felt like steel manacles.
“I
realize that,” he said. “Why are you trying to escape? Do you love the king
so much that you would risk your life to return to him?” His face hovered
directly above hers. The deep shining of his hair caught the moonlight, making
him look entirely wild.
Ebony
laughed, noting a slight hysterical edge to her voice she wished she could
curtail. She sucked in a deep breath, willing her nerves to settle down. He
hadn’t beaten her to a pulp yet and she judged he probably wouldn’t if she
could just keep her cool. “I hate the king.”
He glared
warily at her. “You and me both. But if you are to be believed, why would you
try so hard to return to him?”
Ebony
blew her straggling hair out of her face, and became still. There was no use
battling against him in a fight she could never win. “I don’t know. Maybe
it’s like they say: Better the hell you know than the heaven you don’t.”
“I think
I need to make myself clearer to you, Ebony.” He spoke with quiet menace. “Just
so there is no confusion: Do not try to escape from me again. You will not
like the consequences if you do.”
Looking
up at him, into his blue eyes that pierced her even in the dark, she felt a
flutter of nerves in her belly. The weight of him pressed her into the soft
forest floor, and the great strength in his arms and shoulders kept her there
with no effort at all. Ebony choked back her nervousness, disliking the
uncomfortable emotions running through her. “Good,” she said. “I was
beginning to think you were all bark and no bite.”
Fallon
said nothing for a long moment, studying her face as though she’d grown a third
eye in the middle of her forehead. “You wouldn’t like my bite, but I am happy
to oblige you if you ever test my limits again.”
She tried
to move beneath him, but he only held her more firmly. Ebony arched her back a
little--all that she could--and heard him catch his breath as her breasts,
covered only by thin red silk fabric, pushed up against his chest. She moved
her hips again, almost grinding against him, and then--as she expected –began
to feel him harden against her thighs.
“Will you
rape a member of the king’s own harem, Fallon?” she said, as innocently as she
could. “How will King Kore feel about that?”
He
stopped and became very still. “If I wanted to do such a thing, no one would
know and you could not stop me. And I promise you,” he said, gritting his
teeth and holding her arms even tighter, “I will do whatever I must to see this
plan through to the end. There is far more at stake here than you realize. If
you interfere with those plans again, I promise that you will suffer the
consequences--member of the harem or no. Do you have any further doubts as to
my intentions?”
She
swallowed convulsively. “Oh, no. That’s all right. I’ll behave myself from
now on. I promise.”
Fallon
stood up and hauled her to her feet. She stumbled against his chest, and he
righted her. “A promise from you is like sand in the wind.”
She
wrinkled her forehead, looking up at him as he dragged her back to camp. “Irritating
to the eyes?” she asked.
He
glanced down at her. “Exactly. Irritating and of no value. But you will come
with me now, and stay with the other women the rest of the night, and make
punishing her. His rigid arms were like a cage around her, preventing her from
scrambling out from under him or rolling away to escape.
“What do
you think you’re doing?” he said.
“Escaping!”
she wheezed, thrashing beneath him. Then she managed to get one knee up, and
made every effort to connect it with his balls.
He
blocked her attempt--barely--and then moved to pin down her bucking hips,
sitting on top of her groin as he continued to hold her arms on the ground with
a grip that felt like steel manacles.
“I
realize that,” he said. “Why are you trying to escape? Do you love the king
so much that you would risk your life to return to him?” His face hovered
directly above hers. The deep shining of his hair caught the moonlight, making
him look entirely wild.
Ebony
laughed, noting a slight hysterical edge to her voice she wished she could
curtail. She sucked in a deep breath, willing her nerves to settle down. He
hadn’t beaten her to a pulp yet and she judged he probably wouldn’t if she
could just keep her cool. “I hate the king.”
He glared
warily at her. “You and me both. But if you are to be believed, why would you
try so hard to return to him?”
Ebony
blew her straggling hair out of her face, and became still. There was no use
battling against him in a fight she could never win. “I don’t know. Maybe
it’s like they say: Better the hell you know than the heaven you don’t.”
“I think
I need to make myself clearer to you, Ebony.” He spoke with quiet menace. “Just
so there is no confusion: Do not try to escape from me again. You will not
like the consequences if you do.”
Looking
up at him, into his blue eyes that pierced her even in the dark, she felt a
flutter of nerves in her belly. The weight of him pressed her into the soft
forest floor, and the great strength in his arms and shoulders kept her there
with no effort at all. Ebony choked back her nervousness, disliking the
uncomfortable emotions running through her. “Good,” she said. “I was
beginning to think you were all bark and no bite.”
Fallon
said nothing for a long moment, studying her face as though she’d grown a third
eye in the middle of her forehead. “You wouldn’t like my bite, but I am happy
to oblige you if you ever test my limits again.”
She tried
to move beneath him, but he only held her more firmly. Ebony arched her back a
little--all that she could--and heard him catch his breath as her breasts,
covered only by thin red silk fabric, pushed up against his chest. She moved
her hips again, almost grinding against him, and then--as she expected –began
to feel him harden against her thighs.
“Will you
rape a member of the king’s own harem, Fallon?” she said, as innocently as she
could. “How will King Kore feel about that?”
He
stopped and became very still. “If I wanted to do such a thing, no one would
know and you could not stop me. And I promise you,” he said, gritting his
teeth and holding her arms even tighter, “I will do whatever I must to see this
plan through to the end. There is far more at stake here than you realize. If
you interfere with those plans again, I promise that you will suffer the
consequences--member of the harem or no. Do you have any further doubts as to
my intentions?”
She
swallowed convulsively. “Oh, no. That’s all right. I’ll behave myself from
now on. I promise.”
Fallon
stood up and hauled her to her feet. She stumbled against his chest, and he
righted her. “A promise from you is like sand in the wind.”
She
wrinkled her forehead, looking up at him as he dragged her back to camp. “Irritating
to the eyes?” she asked.
He
glanced down at her. “Exactly. Irritating and of no value. But you will come
with me now, and stay with the other women the rest of the night, and make
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