Read Online By My Choice...: A Valentine's Day Story (Valentine's Day Stories) by Christine Blackthorn - Free Book Online

your teens, no matter how much I chastised myself for wanting you. Yes, I want the power, very much, but don’t deceive yourself into thinking I am not going to enjoy the package that power comes in, or that I would not have made a play for you the next time we would have met. You are mine.”
    The last three words had an almost physical impact on her in their absolute confidence. It challenged her natural wilfulness.  
    “I don’t want you!”
    It was a lie, they both knew it. Her voice might ring with all the obstinacy, all the stubborn resistance in her character, but it still was a lie. She wanted him, had done so since she had been old enough to see men as men. But even though she had fallen in lust with him very long ago, this did not mean she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, did not even necessarily mean she wanted to act on the lust. She definitely did not want the position of the ErGer, did not want to lose her independence, her emotional and physical distance, her mind to him. She did not want to be so utterly in his, or anyone’s control. It took more courage, more trust, than she was able to give. So she threw the words as a challenge at him, a gauntlet and statement of intent. He accepted it.  
    “You won’t have a choice.” He crooned, his lips playing over the sensitive skin of her ear and drawing an involuntary moan from her mouth as she felt his caress in every pore of her body. “No choice at all. You will be mine tonight, the only question is how it will come to pass.”
    She lived in no illusion that he was giving her any choice, asking her for an opinion in the matter. A suspicion supported when his next words whispered over her ear, the touch of his breath a caress that made her tremble.
    “I could hold you in my arms until you scream from need but I think it would be harder for you to overcome the injury to your dignity than any fright I might give you. So I will carry you over to the bed and take my time playing with you, preparing you until you are lost in the pleasure of my touch and there will be no space for any fear, any embarrassment, when I take and bind you.”  
    His lips had found her throat, nibbled along it, the sharp incisor’s scratch a counterpoint to his oh so soft lips. She knew she would not escape him, would lose the life she knew in these rooms —   and that there was nothing she could do against it. Still, her hands formed fists and dared to hit his chest, barely making him hesitate in his movements. A gentle nip on her shoulder was all the punishment he meted out as he lifted her.
    “Fight, little one. Fight as much as you need to. I will enjoy it.”

Life  

    He carried her through an archway, ignoring her flailing fists with the ease of a man more than triple her strength. Only when she managed to split his lip with an errant elbow did he react. All of a sudden she was airborne, tossed through the air like so much wet cloth — it was frightening and exhilarating. A moment of flight she could never gain in her own, a moment of childhood, a sensation still familiar but fogged by time.  
    She impacted the soft surface of a large canopied bed with a yip, bouncing twice before her body stopped moving with the momentum. She was not entirely certain what had robbed her of her breath, the laughter bubbling up or the unexpected flight, the surprise. For that first moment she was disoriented, and disarmed, by the whimsy, the excitement and the pure animal strength. Most importantly, she realised she might fear and hate what he wanted to do — but there was not one ounce of fear of him, as a person, in her heart or mind. It was a sobering thought.  
    She lay there, her breath stolen, her wits frozen, caught between fear and exhilaration. Her eyes skittered over the heavy velvet draperies surrounding the bed in a canopy of emerald and pine, the soft fabrics in hues remnant of the greens of deep forests and high meadows, cradling her in their embrace. The