My Lady Compelled (9 page)

 

"First," Drummond uttered as he grasped Gabriella's shoulders, pulling her to her feet. "We are going to do it this way." Drummond forcefully turned her away from him, then crowded behind her with one hand snaking over her hip, until he took hold of her naked loins.

"My god," he groaned . . . and Gabriella groaned with him, while her spine and buttocks undulated backward against him excitedly. "Bend over," Drummond rasped, not waiting for her as he pushed his chest along her back taking her down across the table. "Have you ever been fucked like this before, Gabriella?"

"Oh, God no, Drummond, please," she whimpered, catching wads of the tablecloth in fists above her head as Drummond's hands separated her thighs from behind and his fingers began to circle her clit. "Oh, umm-ummm," she moaned excitedly.

"That's it. Your orchid is so sweet and hot," Drummond murmured huskily as Gabriella felt the scorching head of his cock pushing against the quivering opening of her sex. "And, this begging little entrance is mine."

"Ohmygod," Gabriella squealed passionately as Drummond filled her with a searing, jarring thrust of his cock, lifting her feet upward as he pumped his massive organ inside her!

Drummond's cock stretched and stretched her tightly, filling her with blissful pressure and hot torrid friction. Then as he withdrew, she could feel his entire rigid length, like a molten rod of steel, until the plumper crowned-head nearly left her, and then he thrust forward again. "Ah-Ahhh!"

"That's it, kitten," Drummond panted. "Take all of me." Drummond pumped faster. "All of me."

"Oh, Drummond-Drummond," Gabriella gasped as Drummond started a staccato rhythm of thrusts, while his fingers smeared hot friction over her throbbing clit. With each rapid pump inside her, Gabriella's bottom rose upward, and her sex speared fire, until she could barely breathe.

Then, Drummond slowed his fast-flying thrusts, moving his fingers from her impassioned clit to grab her bare buttocks with both hands as he languidly stroked his thick organ deeply inside her, over and over again. The change of tempos was intoxicating and Gabriella squirmed on the length of Drummond's piercing column. Then, he changed position, leaning forward with his hands under her arms and his legs bent so his thighs pushed upward against the back of her thighs.

"Ohh, God," Gabriella mewled throatily as her bottom plumped upward against Drummond's taut belly with each solid and spearing stroke that he took.

"You are so tight, kitten," he uttered with labored breath. "Each time I try to leave you, you grab my cock back." Drummond started pumping faster. "So hot and slick." He rotated his hips in a circle with each thrust. "So passionate," he hissed, losing breath as his thighs slapped Gabriella's buttocks faster.

Gabriella's body slid back and forth on the table, riding her toes up off the floor beneath each of Drummond's powerful thrusts. "Rub— my clit— Drummond— please," she begged in breathless pants.

"Yes," he answered, and then he pulled the scorching heat of his throbbing cock out of her. Making her whimper at the loss, but Drummond lifted her instantly, turning her to face him at the same moment. His lips crashed down over hers and his tongue burrowed deep into her mouth as the momentum of his weight carried her spine onto the table. Instinctively, Gabriella lifted her legs upward with her inner knees catching Drummond's flexing and sinewy buttocks. Drummond tore his lips from hers.

"Rub your clit, Gabriella, and I will watch while I am filling you." Drummond straightened, hooking her knees behind each of his elbows, spreading her thighs open before him. Then the head of his cock was at her entrance, pushing inside her slowly. "Do it," he commanded with fire in his charcoal eyes.

"Drummond," Gabriella whimpered, arching her back upward as the sensation of Drummond pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside her made her pant with pleasure.

"Do it," Drummond commanded roughly again, as he pierced her fully with one powerful thrust!

"Ah! Ah!" Gabriella could barely breathe as her fingers found her feverish clit and she petted it, piling her breasts up into mounds between her arms as she stretched to reach.

"Yes," Drummond panted. "Your bare little pussy drives me wild!"

God, Gabriella was ravishing, Drummond thought ardently as he watched Gabriella's opulent breasts bouncing with each of his stabbing thrusts. He took the heels of Gabriella's feet up to his neck, holding her legs along his chest as he bent forward. He was sweating and he was on fire as he picked up the pace, pumping his jutting cock into Gabriella's contracting sheath of liquid heat that grabbed his cock back with each stroke.

Drummond turned his gaze to see his engorged shaft sliding in and out of Gabriella's tight vagina as she fingered her clit feverishly. This sight brought him so close to ejaculation that he had to strain to hold back. Waiting for his love . . . his life, to climax first as he coupled Gabriella harder and faster and she began to unravel.

"Oh god-god, Drummond!" Gabriella cried, arching up off the table, quaking.

Drummond could feel the spasm of Gabriella's orgasm clutching his enamored cock in ripples so hot and tight that it drew up his balls as his vision faded and his belly clenched. "God!" He spilled his seed in an explosion of pleasure that shook him and continued with each slapping thrust he took. Each grind was rapture, gutting him until he could barely stand.

Finally Drummond slowed, dropping Gabriella's legs to his hips, his cock now limp, but still inside her. Drummond leaned his arms over Gabriella's shoulders as he tried to catch his breath and she began to rub his biceps languidly. She was a kitten stuffed with cream, so dreamy and sated were her lovely eyes. A woman well mated by her man. And what a woman, Drummond thought. God, she was worth everything to him.

However— he was not through with her yet, Drummond decided with an arrogant grin as he gently lifted both of Gabriella's legs to one side. Curling them up onto the table, while he pressed his hips forward, keeping his partially stiff cock still inserted inside her. Gabriella gave him an endearing, questioning look.

"Again," he stated.

"Oh, amour."

It was well after midnight when Drummond finally carried Gabriella upstairs. They were both nude and he smiled, thinking there was no one to see them. He would have to remember to give his servants the night off more often. He and Gabriella were both happy and well loved. It was a night neither of them would ever forget. He had taken Gabriella on the floor, in the chair, against the wall, and several times over the table, until they were both beyond replete. As happy as he was though, he still had not forgotten their need to talk. That and the present rumble in his stomach announcing its claim that he had gone without dinner. He was therefore pleased, upon entering their bedchamber, to find food waiting in a candlelight offering before the fire.

"Did you believe that I would starve you?" Gabriella giggled as she stroked his chin. "Although, I can see that I am absolutely no judge at how long these, um – affairs could take, and our food is surely somewhat wilted."

"Affairs," Drummond murmured as he nuzzled Gabriella's cheek. "As in loving my lady until her knees are weak?"

"As in that," Gabriella agreed with a smile, while Drummond seated himself in the chair with her in his lap.

"We shall simply have to salvage, madame," Drummond advised her as he leaned forward to take a cover from one of the dishes. "And, I am so weak you shall have to feed me," he finished looking down to investigate his find. "Apricot tarts! Kitten, how did you know?" Drummond exclaimed, with a deep purr of pleasure.

"I remember, Drummond," Gabriella replied sweetly.

Drummond turned his gaze to Gabriella. "You remembered," he barely whispered. He was touched.

"Everything, Drummond. Every detail," Gabriella replied, kissing his cheek.

"Lord, Gabriella." Drummond hugged Gabriella to him fiercely. "I do also. Everything . . . through all these years." He swallowed hard. "I just could never fathom why you-." Drummond stopped at the tightening in his throat.

"Oh, Drummond," Gabriella exclaimed softly. "Drummond, I must tell you, I can see that." She embraced him tightly. "We were so wronged, my love," she finished in a whisper.

Drummond tightened his arms around Gabriella as he nuzzled his face into her hair. "Then, we shall eat while you tell me the story, my love."

"Yes, Drummond, I will tell you all of it."

The story of events Gabriella told was considerably short for all the wealth of sordidness it contained, Drummond thought sometime later as he lay on the bed. Gabriella had simply cried herself to sleep, tightly embraced in his arms. It seemed that no amount of assurances on his part could completely wipe away the guilt that she wrongly harbored. All over events that had taken place twenty-five years before . . . nearly to this day.

Did Gabriella remember that, Drummond wondered gazing down at her, sprawled comfortably across his chest? Of course she did, he admonished himself angrily. What woman could neglect to remember being raped . . . no matter how long ago it had been? Still, he could barely fathom it. Gabriella had been raped these many years ago by her only other suitor at the time, Reginald. She had been ravished in her own bedchamber in the dead of night. She had screamed, but no one had come. Of course not! Reginald had, had the key.

Gabriella had not revealed that piece of information to him, he had heard Reginald say it. Then there was Gabriella's father— that sick, sly, old bastard. Had he hated Drummond's suit of his daughter that much? It appeared so. At the time Drummond had only been the second son to a duke, not as fine a prospect as Reginald, who was the first son of an earl.

Greed . . . could it all have been for greed, Drummond wondered? Greed of power . . . of position. He did not know yet, but he would. He would know every detail before he was finished and perhaps then allow this crime to rest. Possibly and nearly certainly he would find things even Gabriella did not know about because he now shared the guilt completely, even though he had not known of it for twenty-five years.

However, that was the point, wasn't it! How could he not have questioned Gabriella's sudden changing of affections those many years ago? How could he not have been more positive of their love and fought harder as a man convinced of that love? Nay, Gabriella had nothing to feel guilty for!

 

 

Gabriella sighed happily. It had been nearly two weeks since she had confessed about the rape to Drummond and she need not have worried so, because these two weeks had become the happiest weeks of her life. At first she had been a bit surprised by Drummond's reaction, because he had not again mentioned the betrayal, nor had he mentioned it in all the two weeks past. Which was glorious with her, for she was living completely in the moment with no uncomfortable past or uncertain future.

Oh heavens, and what glorious now's they had been. She was discovering, much to her secret and unrepentant delight that she was utterly brazen. She could flirt and tease, demand intimacies passionately and seduce! Oh, and the places that Drummond insisted on carrying on their intimate liaisons. Why once in the kitchen, then the stables, another time in the gaming salon and once outside under an oak tree in the wide open . . . and last night! She grew flushed just remembering. She had been so bold, so hedonistic perhaps, and with Drummond's encouragement, she had gotten down on her knees and suckled Drummond's beautifully aroused cock. All in the carriage as they were returning from a trip to the local village!

The heady part was that she had been able to drive Drummond wild. It was one of the few times that she had been in complete control of Drummond's passion. She adored it so much that she was already planning the next place to take him unaware. Mmm, Gabriella mused, lost in thought as she strolled toward Drummond's study. It would have to be anyplace but the bedroom. That was a must! Perhaps that oak tree-.

"What seductive mechanisms are you about, madame . . . hmm?"

"But the servants," she protested. Someone had to be the least bit reasonable.

"Would never dare enter the room without knocking," Drummond stated firmly. Then, he oddly stepped behind her when she was expecting him to face her and take her into his arms. He was right however, the servants would not enter even though it was only midmorning, but she did think to mention.

"The Archangels?" They had been coming and going from the manor at the oddest hours for the past two weeks.

"Shall not be present again until this weekend," Drummond replied from behind her with a decidedly husky quality to his voice as Gabriella felt his hands grip her waist firmly. "Now if there are no further questions of propriety, my love." Drummond's warm breath fanned the nape of her neck from where she had piled her hair high on top of her head. "I believe that I owe you for your enthusiastic generosity last evening in the carriage." Drummond's tongue suddenly lapped the curve of her neck hotly, making her shiver in anticipation of the unknown.

"Bend over my desk, kitten . . . I want to lick," he finished in a low purring murmur.

Ohmygod. "Drummond, what will you do?" Gabriella asked, already breathless and quivering as she bent over the end of Drummond's desk, laying her cheek to the smooth wooden surface. Immediately, Gabriella felt Drummond raising her skirts, baring her bottom to his view because he allowed her to wear no linen drawers.

"Simply returning a gift, my love," Drummond murmured, and Gabriella could hear him shifting behind her. "Spread your legs apart for me, Gabriella."

"Oh, Drummond."

"Wider."

Gabriella did, feeling the cooler air caress her moist loins.

"That's it, kitten."

Gabriella nearly jumped out of her skin in anticipation when she felt Drummond's hands clasp each of her thighs beneath the curve of her bottom. It was maddening, yet completely arousing to not be able to see what he was going to do next.

"Amour," Gabriella squealed in surprise, coming up on her toes as Drummond's warm tongue laved right through the cleft of her pussy from behind. Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Drummond held her firmly, lifting her thighs upward and out as he buried his head deeper!

Gabriella wiggled up on her toes as she clutched her fingers around the edge of the desk, flushing hot and feverish with passion, while Drummond bathed her bare clit with rapid flicks of his tongue. "Uoo— oh, more," Gabriella mewled ardently as Drummond bent his neck and nibbled the flushed lips of her pussy with his teeth. "Ah-ah." Gabriella could not speak, she could not breathe! Drummond's tongue pierced her swollen channel with a stiff thrust! "Oh, Drummo–nd!"

Two of Drummond's finger pads circled her shuddering clit as he mated her with hot pokes of his tongue. Making her rock on her toes with sexy sounds gushing from her throat with each passionate jab. Then, he slowed, making her tremble and breathe harder, while she gyrated her bottom, back and forth in begging motions. "More, Drummond, more," she begged him shamelessly.

"My god! Excuse me!" It was a man's tenor exclamation behind them!

Gabriella squealed in shock and Drummond answered with a growling sound of anger.

"I never-never would have entered!" The man's voice exclaimed.

"Samuel!" Drummond expelled in an exclamation of pure surprise and not a little bit of irritation.

"Ohmygod-mygod," Gabriella cried, trying unsuccessfully to right herself from the desk. "It's your son!" she finished with a feminine squeal of mortification.

Drummond finally shook free of his shock and thought to help Gabriella from her more than ignoble position as he rose swiftly, tugging her skirts down.

"I'm leaving," Samuel choked, still from behind them.

"No!" Gabriella cried, clutching her hands to her face. "Oh God no!" she sobbed running past Samuel and out the doorway in a flurry of skirts and choked sobs.

"My God, father, I never-," Samuel blurted, with his tanned face red with embarrassment as he looked at Drummond.

"You realize that I shall never seduce her into that position again, in another twenty-five years after this?" Drummond asked, wiping his mouth without a shred of remorse over the action or situation. Children and women, Drummond thought with aggravation as he strode over to shut the door, and then toward a hefty brandy.

"Aren't you going to go after her?" Samuel asked.

Drummond waved his hand negatively as he poured his brandy. "Not until she is done crying, son."

"Oh," Samuel mumbled, shifting uncomfortably.

Mmm, Drummond thought, Samuel never mumbles nor looks quite so vulnerable. Samuel was a strong and determined young man with a face and shape to match. Not many things disconcerted his son. Except perhaps, realizing in such a visual fashion that his father enjoyed sex . . . lavishly, Drummond mused, allowing his irritation over the situation to relax.

"Would you care for a brandy, son, before you explain your unexpected visit?"

Samuel finally unglued himself from his pose of appearing about ready to quit the room at any moment and rolled his broad shoulders walking toward the sideboard. "It is quite early, sir, but I believe this is one of those moments of undeniable need." Samuel appeared, if anything grim as he accepted the brandy and downed the two fingers poured in one swallow, before he set the glass back on the sideboard, saying solemnly, "And, it seems that I have my first question answered."

"Perhaps your second also," Drummond mused as he walked behind his desk to sit. Now that he had a moment to contemplate, Drummond thought that he had a pretty fair idea of why Samuel might be here. It should prove interesting, to say the least, Drummond decided, settling back as Samuel took a seat in front of the desk.

"I imagine that I deserve this unfair advantage which I have cornered myself into," Samuel said tightly, looking for all the world like he was the reproving patriarch, instead of sitting in front of said patriarch. "But really, your grace, now that I discovered all of these sordid rumors I have been hearing are true. I just cannot believe-."

Samuel paused, leaning forward from his chair to pin Drummond with and intense look. Here it comes, Drummond thought, stiffening and not a little disappointed. "What on earth has taken you so long? Good god, father, you've lived like a monk these past twelve years since mother's death. Unless the stories you've related to me about your spying ventures were not complete and I missed something?"

Drummond tilted his head to one side, rubbing his bottom lip with two fingers . . . really to hide his surprise. "No-no," Drummond managed to say, while trying to recover beneath the enigmatic facade of his features. "I was most detailed to you in everything."

Samuel, still looking quite serious, leaned over the edge of the desk, resting his elbows there. "I applaud you, sir, and back you one hundred percent. It is just that I realized, I could better negotiate the scandal brewing, if I, um – had more information. That, and I thought I should tell you that Tabitha sends her love and support also. In fact, sir, she has suggested a ball."

"You're both so certain that I have been honorable in all of this?" Drummond asked quietly.

Samuel smiled then, an immoral grin, with his dark eyes a bit sardonic. "Honorable, of course, sir, however I believe I shall neglect to tell Tabby how, um– honorably you have been addressing the situation."

"Scoundrel," Drummond reproached as he took a sip of his brandy. "However, in light of your unfailing support, Samuel, and I must say here, how much your good wishes mean to me." Drummond paused and leaned forward a bit, before he continued, "That I fully intend to marry Lady St. John when circumstances right themselves to allow me to do so."

"Then, it is just as I told Tabby," Samuel replied. "You have a plan."

"I am in the midst of creating one, you can be sure," Drummond replied sublimely.

Samuel chuckled. "Of course, father. Tabby and I always knew that Napoleon never stood a chance. And, I should tell you, up until now I have answered the rumors with a monumental amount of throwing your impeccable duke's title about."

"Mmm," Drummond murmured. "From this point forward I would ask that you rave, to anyone who will listen, the complete truth." Drummond paused. "Such as we see it, of course."

"Of course father," Samuel said expectantly.

"And our truth you will receive from Radford," Drummond said.

"So you are treating this as a venture then?" Samuel asked.

"Exactly," Drummond replied.

"I certainly would not wish to be this St. John then," Samuel said. "The man does not stand a chance."

"Nor should he," Drummond replied ruthlessly, then he collected himself. "Nevertheless, tell Tabby that I believe a ball should be just the thing and tell her we shall hold it in London at Kittridge house."

"It shall be done, father," Samuel answered, then said a bit hesitantly for him. "Ah, do you think I should try and apologize to Lady St. John now or at some later date?"

"Later," Drummond replied. Much-much later, he thought, wondering how he would right this situation. Ah, well he supposed he would just have to fall back on being imperious.