My Lady Enslaved (7 page)

He watched broodingly as without hesitation she dropped her grown baring her ripe perfectly shaped breasts. Then she held the squalling Sebastian to one of them. The boy was dead-center, he would have to give him that. Sebastian latched onto Rosebud’s pink nipple with singular greediness, and absurdly Harrison felt a brief shock of jealousy, and then instantly something else much deeper. More haunting and profound. He had never witnessed a mother taking a babe to her breast before and the scene before him was soul stretching.

“There is milk, Raven. Oh praise Buddha, there is milk,” Rosebud whispered, peeking up at him briefly.

What might he do to protect this picture set before him, Harrison wondered? His woman soft and vulnerable, involved in such an intimate chore that protective instincts he had never known he possessed were thrashing alive in his soul. Protection, possession, and need overwhelmed him, tensing and expanding his muscles as he clenched and unclenched his fists gazing down at Rosebud and now Sebastian. It was then he turned and left the room stiffly . . . and briskly.

“Raven,” Chloe whispered, watching Raven ignore her plea and shut the door firmly behind him. She listened intently for the click of the lock and sighed with relief when she heard it. Perhaps she was irrational, about to become mad, however now that she had Sebastian back there was not any place else that she would rather be. There was no other place where she was safe except in Raven’s home, behind his locked door, within his presence. Here, she and her baby were safe and she felt it deeply.

Later she must have fallen asleep curled on the bed with Sebastian cuddled next to her because the next moment she became aware of was waking to a muffled conversation. Immediately rising upright in alarm she saw the servants. It was Raven’s footman, butler, and it even appeared to be his cook. All were engaged in setting up a nursery in the far corner of Raven’s bedchamber. A nursery? Chloe softly gasped when the full implication dawned on her.

“My cook’s helper tells me that he has enough of a way with children to watch them sleep. I have employed him for that task this evening.” Chloe turned her gaze. It was Raven behind her. How long had he been there? Did he watch them sleep? “I will expect you for dinner at seven. Dress in this.” Raven’s gaze swept across a gown laying on the chaise lounge before returning to her as he walked toward the doorway. “You may move through my residence at your pleasure. However, you are not . . .” He paused at the door, tall, elegant, and dark. “. . . Allowed to leave.”

Freedom? He was allowing her freedom? Chloe could not help the shiver that caught her as she clutched the gaping bodice of her gown. “You will not lock me in here?” she asked in a whisper.

Raven’s sculptured black eyebrows rose. “I have said not,” he answered mildly.

“B-But I wish it,” she exclaimed softly. “Please.”

Raven turned his face into the shadow of the doorway, and murmured, “What are you afraid of, Rosebud?”

Chloe lowered her head, gazing at her sleeping baby, and she whispered, “Everything, Raven, . . . everything.”

At quarter to seven that evening Chloe looked into the mirror adjusting the finishing touches to her upswept hair style. There was no one to help her and she had never really tried to style her hair before, yet the gown Raven had given her was so beautiful it demanded the extra attention. It was not nearly as scandalous as the other garments that he required she wear. She would nearly feel comfortable being seen in the gown, even though the décolletage was extremely low and the half corset bodice pushed her breasts upward. Although, she had never moved in London society, she knew from years ago while being at her diplomatic father’s side in France and Hong Kong that women of society did wear such revealing apparel without a qualm.

Not having any jewelry, she fashioned a black velvet ribbon around her throat just like the one she used to hold up her hair. Both complemented the purple and black silk of her gown. She did not have any cosmetics and had never wished for any before, but tonight she especially wanted to please Raven. He had brought her baby back and she would never be able to repay him for that. However, she would try to be all that he wished for, and tonight was the beginning. It was nearly seven and she went to check on Sebastian one last time before she left. Raven had even thought of a screen that separated the corner from the rest of the bedchamber. His actions spoke louder than any words.

 

Chapter Eight

 

She had changed again . . . Changed again with the coming of the baby . . . damn, her. Harrison paced his study, brooding. Well this evening he would disabuse her of any notion that the features of their relationship had changed. Not even one degree. He had done what he had to do for Sebastian out of commonsense and this evening he would again begin his campaign to make Sebastian’s mother his sexual slave until she . . .

“. . . Raven, this gown is beautiful.”

Harrison turned quickly, not believing that he’d been so lost in thought that he'd not heard Rosebud entering the room. Christ, she was exquisite and the gown was a bare complement to her lush curves. How was he ever going to keep his commitment to . . .

“Raven, I do not know how I will ever be able to repay you for everything you have done. Bringing Sebastian back to me was . . . ”

“I did not,” Harrison rasped sharply, interrupting Rosebud as he gazed down at her. She had moved so close to him the skirts of her gown brushed the tops of his evening shoes.

“You didn’t?” she exclaimed, appearing extremely startled as her hand clasped his forearm.

“No, I did not. And I will be extremely interested to hear from you just who you believe had Sebastian and how they would know to deliver him here.” His gaze raked her stunning décolletage as he lowered his voice menacingly. “And how, Rosebud, they would give him up without payment if he were truly kidnapped in the first place, and in danger.”

Rosebud immediately backed away from him, clearly upset as she clutched her arms about her small waist. “Oh, Raven,” she whispered helplessly.

He stalked her then, stalked her until she backed into the arm of the settee and could go no further while he towered over her and he finally reached out to grasp her bare shoulders. She was trembling and she dropped her gaze to his chin. “I do not know, Raven,” she whispered, tensing for his reaction.

He fully expected her to fight him and was taken by surprise when she relaxed beneath his hands and further stepped into an embrace of her own making. Her arms circled his waist and her cheek rested on his lapel. “Yes, Raven. Anything you desire,” she murmured.

Damn her . . . “I want you from behind,” he uttered in a harsh rasp as he grasped her buttocks through the silk of her skirts. Two lusty handfuls, then he deliberately pressed his thumb into the crease of her bottom until . . . “Here, Rosebud, I want you here.”

She gasped once breathlessly, and shivered, clutching his biceps through the superfine material of his evening coat. Her face burrowed into the crisp linen of his shirt. “Raven, I . . .”

“You will not deny me,” he charged, swinging her around to bend her over the arm of the settee. Instinctively, she threw her hands out to catch the bottom cushion as a brace for her palms. “Lower, Rosebud, bend over more,” he commanded as he held her hips steady from behind and gazed down at the gentle expanse of her nape.

“If y-you wish it,” she finally murmured hesitantly, then she lowered her upper body to lean on her elbows over the armrest, raising her round silk-covered derriere upward to exactly the right position.

“Oh I wish it, my elusive little darling,” Harrison whispered, huskily. “My nature is perhaps darker than even yours.” Without pause he swept her purply-black silk skirts upward in one fluid and aggressive motion revealing her wholly naked ivory-fleshed buttocks. She wore nothing but black silk stockings that reached upward to mid-thigh and were held in place by red garters with tiny white satin rosebuds. Her knees instantly clamped together as he took hold of her rounded plush hips.

“R-Raven,” she gushed, with a pleading and uncertain exhale.

For himself, he was momentarily rooted. A statue of churning masculine ardor at the sight before him. What could he say? What could he think? He was hotly aroused as never before and very nearly excited. Rosebud’s siren-shaped ass was a man’s lustful dream of femininity. The crevice was intoxicating and the little peek of her rose petal pussy lips that he could see was inebriating. He rotated his hands on her hips drawing on her pearly-white flesh and separating the inspiring crease of her ass just enough too . . .

“Oh,” she gasped, squirming her entire bottom beguilingly as she tried to keep her knees clamped together. Yet it only served to firm and define the rounded contours of her delicious ass, rotating the womanly plump cheeks upward and arching the small of her back downward more. He continued to separate the sultry crease of her ass with the pressure of his fingers kneading her bottom. The entrance to her anus was pretty pink and crimped tight.

“Spread your legs, Rosebud,” he commanded. “I will see all of you.”

“Sacred Buddha,” Chloe whispered, helpless. She was hot and excited and at the same time she was coldly terrified. The mixture was so volatile that she felt as if she could struggle and faint within the same instant. Raven’s domination of her somehow engaged her sexual desires until feeling faint and then clutching the cushions beneath her, she slowly separated her legs for him. Exposing herself shamefully to him until cool air brushed the separated folds of her sex and her body quivered with the emotions assaulting her.

Raven’s long scorching fingers continued to hold open her buttocks as he whispered dark erotic urgings above her. “I will start slow, Rosebud. Just the head of my cock first. Stretching your tight little hole bit by bit.”

Chloe tried to breathe with her breasts heaving erratically as Raven’s big insistent hands heated her bottom cheeks with circular rubbing motions. Then all his fingers spread wide as he stroked over the trembling curves of her buttocks pushing her silk skirts higher until he held her bare waist nearly encircling its entirety in his large hands. “Then I am going to fuck you hard, sweet witch.”

She quaked uncontrollably as he pulled her waist toward him and her hips arched higher as her shoulders dropped lower. She clutched her fingers into the cushions above her head and a whimper escaped her throat, a sudden catching sound as her thighs and bottom quivered. She felt the brush of Raven’s satin evening pants, and then the outline of his large erection as he rolled the impression over her buttocks, teasing her with the size and length. How could she take this thick pole of him inside her-her . . .

“You will take all of me,” he murmured with a barely caught whisper. “The entire length in your tight ass,” he finished on a bare breath.

“Have mercy, Raven. I-I don’t think I can,” she whimpered jerking her hips in the first motions of escape.

Chloe! Did Raven realize that he called her Chloe?

. . . “Oooo, Raven!” she squealed abruptly. Coming up onto her toes because Raven had gone to his knees behind her, and all in one motion he was licking his tongue deeply into the crease of her behind! There, where his hot tongue was still embedded! “Oh hh! Oh! Mercy, my one!” she cried uncontrollably as incredible pleasure itched down the back of her thighs and whorled tight with one hard inner pump deep into her sex. Chloe clutched the cushions above her head as Raven prodded her with his tongue again, clamping his hands above the back hollows of her knees.

“Crawl up onto the arm,” he uttered with a raspy command. Yet without waiting, he lifted her up until her knees caught the edges of the armrest and instinctively for any type of balance she came up on her straightly locked arms with her hands braced on the bottom settee cushion.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he rasped, and then his tongue was lower, inside her sex so hot that she squirmed and spread her knees brazenly wider.

The position Raven held her in was entirely submissive and completely exposed as his tongue alternated, licking deep into the pillowed folds of her pussy, and then back to slide in circles around her rear entrance. She had never felt such hot passion in her life! Mewls and whimpers of intense pleasure escaped her throat involuntarily and she heard Raven chuckle in satisfaction.

He clasped the front of her thighs pulling her to him riding her bottom higher and seating his face between as his tongue lapped her sex in devouring aggressive motions. His hungry licking rocked her back and forth with a mating motion as her knees spread further to his invasion.