My Lady Gambled (4 page)

Kit started to climb the fifty or so steps to the entrance of the Commissionaire de Police building. Perhaps, it was because she had started to care for Nick, in the beginning, but now she would not let Nick’s falseness win. She had been a shadow in her father’s life, because she was a girl. Yet, even then she had tried to out do, to show her worth. She would now too, she thought. Nothing had ever felt more important to her or urgent in her life. Clay had always treated her as significant, nearly equal. Maybe it was the adversity that Clay had to endure by being what people thought was different. A lover of men, what their father thought was perverted.

Kit nodded her head to the uniformed man who opened the doors to people entering. Then, she swept inside, hoping that she looked like she was an important presence. She had searched Clay’s entire apartment and the more that she had looked through his things, the more urgent the knowledge came to her that this was not a man gone off on some unexplained wander, but a man suddenly ripped out of an active and thriving life.

While she found little to explain to her what could have happened to him, she did find things that told how abruptly he had disappeared, leaving important matters undone in his business. There were written missives from any number of sources asking where their shipments were, what the time schedules were, and demanding Clay contact them immediately. Many of these had been unopened, collected in a pile of waiting mail that Mademoiselle Lillian had taken delivery of when she could not reach Clay. Kit had opened each one, feeling more desperate with each one that she read. Clay would not do this. He would never do this!

In Clay’s apartment, Kit had found only one good avenue to pursue, and that was the name of a man that had written Clay a love letter. She had found it tucked in the bedside table and it looked as if it had been read many times. By Clay, she assumed. It surprised her to find that it sounded like any other love letter one might read between a man and a woman. But, this was man to man with deep heartfelt feelings, and while Kit had felt like a voyeur, she had also felt the tug of her heart. This man, Marco Remior, cared for her brother.

So, she would rouse the police to the best of her ability, and after that she would find Marco Remior and begin her own search. No matter what it took! Or what she had to do! She would find Clay, for she loved him deeply.

Thus fortified and inwardly emboldened, Kit fairly marched with authority to the reception counter inside the Commissionaire de police of Paris.

Lady Chloe Ravenscar stood in perfect stillness with her naked body freshly oiled from her neck to her toes by her husband’s, roughly scarred hands. “Raven,” she passionately called him, but his real name was Lord Harrison Ravenscar.

Her oil-slick flesh gleamed, illuminated by the numerous candles lit about the bedchamber. It cast her skin to ivory with the lightest yellow tint, while touching shadows here and there over her feminine curves. Glistening darker shadows beneath her heavy full breasts, barely traced shadows over the slightly rounded protrusion of her soft belly. Never to be flat again, after bearing two children, nor her breasts as uplifted or compact.

She had given Raven a daughter, and Chloe realized in the depths of her soul, by Buddha’s great wisdom, that with the gift of a child, she had soothed some of the wounds in Raven’s heart. Her first child, Sebastian, was not Raven’s. Yet, Raven treated him as his own. But, there was a special bond between Niella, their year-old daughter and Raven, not because Niella was his blood, but because she was his daughter. The peace inside Raven had started after they had committed their love to each other as man and woman. Then, it had grown these several years and enlarged greatly with the arrival of their daughter.

Raven had brooded less and smiled more, even laughing with his children. He had become more open with his family and friends. The peace inside him had flourished with warmth, to be strong and true.

Until tonight!

This week a demon lurked. It thrashed its ugly head, and Chloe thought she knew why the demon had returned. It was because Raven thought they would expect him to kill again, to return to being an assassin. The moment last week, when Chloe had heard Joelle telling the tale of her, Saxon, and The Order of the Satyr, Chloe had felt it too. The demon’s talons had scraped her soul and frightened her. Raven would not survive again. He could not go back to what he was, just as she could not go back to what she was. She was Raven’s woman now, which between them meant much more than simply being his wife.

Raven looked at the gleaming sculptured shapes and curves of his woman standing nude before him, while he slowly circled her. The animal within him was rising again. It was dark and lewd, filled with unnatural cravings.

It aroused him, to try to hold it at bay, even as he assuaged its unreasonable cravings. Chloe knew it lusted for her. He could see Chloe’s reaction in the circle of her nipples, puckered a dusky rose, with her nipple tips jutting outward in deeper red. Below, the lips of her cunt took on a light rouge color. The slit clearly seen and vulnerable, glistening wet. Her ass, his personal treasure, was round with the feminine globes shivering lightly.

She feared the animal. She desired the animal. She loved his barely edged control of it. She sensed the heightened danger this time, even as she submitted to him. She would forever be the only thing that could save him.

His wife exuded the warm aroma of cinnamon and husky arousal as he stopped, fully clothed in an open edged shirt and dark britches before her. He held a roughly braided rope coiled in his left hand, one end hanging freely. Chloe’s almond eyes traveled along its length to the frayed end. He lifted the frayed end of the rope up to Chloe’s lips, brushing their full bowed shape lightly as her brandy eyes deepened to dark whiskey.

“Kiss it,” he whispered, with his rasping voice barely sounding in low insidious drawn out vibrations.

The allure of Chloe’s lips plumped as they kissed the roughened hemp. The movement swayed the lustrous and straight length of her black hair around her bare waist, as she suddenly exclaimed, “I beg to go with you! Don’t leave me!”

Harrison felt shock stiffen through his lean muscular frame, even as he rasped, “No!”

Harrison knew Chloe did not plead for him to take her into the submission and ecstasy of the moment. Their bond was not just of the body, but of the mind and soul. She would not tempt the fates to beg anything from him that he did not already give her, unless the demand inside her was forcefully out of control. But, his devious and lecherous mind twisted this with the perverted logic that what he was about to do to her had just been proven it was needed.

He was completely confident that in a short amount of time he would have Chloe mindlessly aroused beneath his command of her. It was clear that she needed his direction. He would provide it, and Chloe craved their unique kind of passion as much as he did. It was what bound them, made them one together.

Harrison moved then, walking to Chloe’s side, then behind her. He let out more length of the frayed end of the rope, while lowering his hand, until the end dangled against Chloe’s oily buttocks. He snaked the end along the plush crease of her ass, watching her ivory flesh shiver alive with the sensation.

“Please,” Chloe whispered.

Damn it, Harrison’s mind cursed. “Put your wrists behind your back, Rosebud.” Just saying his pet name for Chloe stroked Harrison’s cock. Her hesitation showed her reluctance.

But, her wrists still moved behind her back. “Raven, I need to talk to you,” she tried.

“No!” he uttered with his hoarse voice, and he meant more than saying no to talking. His woman knew that. He roped her wrists once, but he held the hemp closed by his grip alone, without a knot. He pulled the rope, lifting her wrists behind her, arching her back and thrusting her naked breasts outward. She gasped a sound of excitement as he stepped to her side, lifting his free hand with the rope held coiled up to her throat. He grasped the slender column knowing the rope would be rough against her silky flesh, while the looped ends would sway and abrade the bare flesh of her breasts. He arched her neck back, bending her until his lips hovered with harsh breathing over her open and slightly panting mouth.

“No!” he expelled, right before he took her mouth.

Chloe moaned as the demand of Raven’s tongue submerged into her mouth. He was not gentle, but jarring, using his hand clamped over her throat to arch her back further as her wrists twisted to be free of the rope. It was an instinctual need to brace herself or defend herself against the consuming carnal invasion of her mouth. Raven’s tongue lashed against hers as his lips twisted and sucked, bruising her tenderness. The roughness, the slight pain, and the torrid heat excited her with fear. Her mind tried to fall away into the intense moment of harsh ecstasy, but she fought its usual course. Nothing had withstood it before. Raven’s command of her had always made her mindless in complete surrender.

But, this time her love for him was stronger! When Raven pulled his lips away from the ravishment of her mouth, she would have fallen into a panting puddle on the floor, but for his hand clasping her throat. Still, she had the strength of love to say, “Please, Raven! I beg you. Do not leave me! Take me with you. I will die without you!”

“Die?” Raven asked, with a harsh rasp. “I will make you die and come back to life.”

Chloe felt the effort Raven used not to shake her as he used the pressure of his hands to pull her toward their bed. She was angering the demon and not certain if Raven could keep his demons from harming her in more than pleasure-pain.

“Does your cunt throb, Rosebud?”

“Yes,” she panted. “Just as your cock throbs for it, Raven.”

Chloe shocked herself with her own blurted words, being more defiant than she had ever been before. She expected Raven’s swift, sure punishment, yet his hand did not squeeze tighter over her throat, while he pressed the back of her knees to the side of their bed. When she dared to peek upward, she was surprised to find a hint of amusement mixed with lust in his ebony eyes. Then, she felt the rope loosen around her wrists freeing them as Raven propelled her backwards onto the bed, rasping, “Let’s see who wins, my love.”

Chloe gasped as her spine fell against the soft mattress. However, before she could gasp again, Raven’s hand had clasped one of her ankles, lifting it until her knee yielded and bent. Then, in the blinking of her fluttering lashes, he had her ankle bound to her wrist. She tugged, darting her gaze to him. The only way her body could accommodate this was with her bent leg fallen outward stretching her inner thigh muscles, while her other leg dangled down over the side of the bed.

Raven straightened, standing between the V of her thighs, at the end of the bed. “Raise your other leg, Chloe.”

Chloe? Raven never called her Chloe during their intense sexual play, and now he waited for her to submit willingly to him, to show him that she desired this as much as he did. She would be completely vulnerable to him, and the promise on his shadowed and arrogant face showed that he intended to feed on her without remorse. Yet, she could only think that if she sated the demons, then she could perhaps get through to him, even as her pussy welled in arousal.

Raven’s body shifted with a deep and harsh chuckle. His nostrils flared, and Chloe knew he smelled the heady vapor of need drizzling in her pussy. Then, he began to take his shirt off, arrogant again, in confidence—as her knee bent upward.

Harrison had used ropes on Chloe once before, yet never to the extent he seemed compelled to now. Before, he had tied her to the bed. This time he tied her to herself, wrist to ankle on both sides. Just the sight of the ropes around her delicate and glistening ivory flesh was nearly more arousing than the splayed V of her thighs exposing her cunt. It was more than exposed though, it was split wide open, sopping wet and red. Her sheath was a dark circle, unprotected and inciting his cock to engorge more and stretch the flesh so tightly that it was painful. Chloe’s protruding clit, stripped away from the folds around it was fat and sassy with need. Yet as always, it was the rosebud of her anus that jerked his cock in his britches. The perfect pink pucker spread open, exhibited and flaunting his senses.

Yes! This is what he needed. This is what the animal demanded. More! Harrison brought the loose frayed end of the rope forward again, brushing it over his wife’s aroused clit as she panted with her dark irises shifting to an unfocused quality. He knew the rope was rough on her delicate flesh as her ass undulated and her breasts heaved.

“More?” he hissed through his sneer.

“Raven,” Chloe moaned, not answering, not admitting to him how much she craved this and more.

“You must always answer me,” he rasped, leaning over her, nearly as though he leaped, while he began to roughly tie the rope around one of her beautiful breasts, then the other. He did this in a circle around each mound, repeatedly winding the rope, pressuring the inner mass outward, crossing over her cleavage to bind each breast, until only one half of each globe protruded outward with scarlet nipple points jutting. Chloe’s belly rolled in tremors as her wrists twisted against her ankles.

“How does it feel?” he demanded.

“I’ve n-never,” she panted. “N-never felt-.”

Her head was thrown back with her entire body flushed with light perspiration. The animal within him was pleased that she was incoherent. Harrison stood back to view his lewd, lusty, and carnal masterpiece. It was part of the lust to see it and appreciate it. He took his pants down, tossing them aside. His cock was thick, and tinged nearly purple with engorged blood as he stroked it, watching Chloe bound and writhing on his bed, waiting for her to beg.

“Raven, you never have to kill again! Never!” Chloe’s sudden cry ripped the air.

Damn her! Damn her! Harrison leaped, and then his cock was thrust into Chloe’s slick sucking cunt before he realized it.

“Yes,” Chloe cried out passionately. “Yes, my love!”