3 comments/ 73425 views/ 4 favorites In The Hands Of Fate By: Czarina We never think of ourselves as vulnerable. As we walk from the Midtown Deli to our cars, we rarely looked down that darkened alley. That type of thing happens to others. We are invisible to crooks and robbers, so we turn our heads and pretend the alley doesn't exist. The dark recesses of the alley hide the seamier side of life. Denizens, whose only mission is to exalt themselves and lay to waste the lives of innocents, crouch in the shadows. But they do not wait for us. They wait for some other hapless soul who breaks the rule and stares down the long corridor between buildings. That is what we think. But, then suddenly a hand juts out from the darkness. As a chicken hawk swoops down on its innocent prey, the hand grabs from off the street an innocent. An innocent who was just walking to the car to make the trip to hearth and home. One whose only goal was the safety of metal and rubber that would deliver them to the true safety of hearth and home. But the hand is the hand of fate and other destinies have been chosen for our dear innocent. The hand grabs and pulls roughly, gathering the prey into the dark bowels of the alley. Other hands appear, grasping and grabbing, tugging and tearing. Clothes rip and a package flies. The innocent is dragged away, into the deepest and darkest part of the city cavern. Looking into the face of the wolves, the lamb trembles. On the street, no one would suspect there were ever fear in the trusting little lamb. But here, deep inside an evil lair, the lamb shakes. The wolves bare their fangs and growl, uttering animalistic noises. An evil gleam shines in the eyes of the tormentor. Toy with the prey before you move in for the kill. Make the lamb tremble and cajole. Perhaps by talking in a soft tone of voice, the innocent might convince the wild ones that the innocent is not a part of their plans. Talking human to human will touch their innermost sensitivity and they will release the lamb unharmed. But it is a myth, for true evil hears nothing that is uttered from innocent lips. They circle, like vultures above a near dead, frail deer. The deer looks up, for now it crouches in the midst of sure and certain doom. Perhaps they will release the deer if the deer will only beg. Perhaps on bended knee the deer can make a case for leaving it to the destiny it had planned. Plead with evil. Hands folded in a stance of pray. But evil reviles prayer. A hand lashes out and the innocent cringes. A wound, no blood, but a wound nonetheless. No one has raised a hand to the innocent before. No one has dared to harm the fair-haired one. But harm is imminent this bleak and dismal evening. Coverings are rent, ripped and torn. The innocent kneels before the captors in shreds. A hand reaches out and grabs hair. A head is turned upward. Eyes glare the message to look upward to the stronger and give sway to the evil ones. No resolve can hold in the presence of such cruel eyes. The innocent must give them their way. Perhaps by giving evil what it wants, the lamb can limp away to soothe the wounds and live. Privates are bared. The lamb is held. Rough hands hold the innocent. Hair is grabbed and the head uplifted. A cock plunges deep into the warm, wet opening. A mouth is fucked. Hard. Deep. The throat is felt by the cock. The throbbing, pulsing of the cylindrical weapon is felt on tongue. The taste of precum trickles down the innocent's tongue and into the throat. The virgin throat. A mouth never fucked. Lips that have never tasted cock. No one would ask the innocent to do such disgusting things. No one would dare request such vulgarity. Not of our dear innocent. Yet, the cock probes deep, plunging in and ebbing out. Moans, growls. The animal is in ecstasy. Barked commands to take it. Take it deeper. Suck! Lick! Orders to do those things thought vile by the dear one. Piercing, plunging, fucking by an object held in disdain by our lamb. Feelings of disgust. Feelings of helplessness. A desire to run. A fear of the cock. A sudden shout of triumph. A yell by the victor and the flow of semen into the virgin's mouth. Overflowing and dripping, the tide of semen washes and swirls in the mouth. More commands. Yells of swallow. Swallow! Fingers grip the nose. Air! The innocent must breathe. A throat obeys and swallows. Semen slides down the virgin throat. Semen lines the mouth, clings to the lips. Semen adorns the chin and dangles in streams. Lips reach to kiss the semen-covered lips. Lips press hard against lips. A tongue dives into the mouth, tasting the semen. A tongue probes the mouth and presses deep. An innocent is no more an innocent. Our lamb is changed. Swirled around and dumped on the ground. Soft elbows skinned against gravelly pavement. An ass exposed. An opening never touched. A frontier no cock has entered. Pleading from a lamb. Laughter from tormentors. A body presses against warm, soft flesh and a cock grows hard. Our lamb begs. Our lamb pleads for a savior. A cock plunges deep between cheeks. A cry flies from semen crusted lips. A cock fucks hard, where no cock has been. Cheeks held open, a cock fucking hard and deep. A call from others to fuck harder, faster. Take the ass. Fuck it harder. Inciting the marauder to plunder more. Take what does not belong to the thief. A lamb begs for mercy. Cries fall on deaf ears as the thief pumps a load of thick semen into the ass of our dear one. What more could befall our precious? What more can be tolerated? Animal paws grab at the dear one. Flesh against flesh. Cocks pushed into openings. Mouth. Ass. Fucked hard by evil ones who desire the virgin flesh of the lamb. Devouring innocence. Delving into passages never taken. Fouling the spaces of body and mind. Cocks pump and fuck. The throat is filled, the ass fucked. Over and over. Again and again. Cocks plunge deep and growls emit from the villains. Animal lust prevails as cocks shoot the fluid of lascivious whoremongers. Hands grab the body. Dread nightmares play out as the dear one is ravaged. Cocks use the body of the lamb to satisfy the dreams of evil. Our lamb's body goes limp, yet they assault it still. Lust of evil knows no bounds, it knows no limits. Our lamb lies in a heap, frail and fouled. Semen coats the hair, the body, the mouth, the ass. Semen lies spent on the pavement. Animals laugh at the prey. Growls of beasts who are at last sated. A lamb's tears unheeded. A dread quiet falls on the lamb. A pallor of doom shrouds our precious. Where to go? What to do? Whom shall be told? Our lamb gathers what is left of dignity. Picks up the shreds of a life gone and an innocence shattered. Home. Home to safety of the hearth. The dear one limps out of the dark into the street to the womb of metal and rubber. Home calls. Hearth beckons. Our dear one points the chariot in the direction of home. In the room, alone. What shall become of our lamb? What shall our lamb do. Innocence is gone. All that was thought of life and love now lies in tatters. All that the lamb was lies in the dark city cavern. The essence of the lamb drowns in a pool of semen in the alley. Our lamb holds up the head and meets eyes in the mirror. What now? He shudders and wonders will he ever be the same? In the Hands of Fate Pt. 01 This started as a short story on here, but I have tweaked it and improved the plot and it has the makings of a great series! Hope everyone enjoys! TC Ardress wasn't afraid anymore. The prince had spent much time wooing her. His favor upon her had been unprecedented. Not in the history of his people had a common woman been so pursued by royalty...not for marriage anyway. Fear had been her first concern when her guardians had informed her of his interests in her a year ago. She was only a girl then at 19 and until then, meeting a prince had only been a fairy-tale to her. Her parents were dead and her guardians, Bubi and Tamah, couldn't even afford to send her abroad to further her studies. Since school had stopped for her when she turned 15 she had been helping her family farm and sell produce. It was in the market that Prince Kadari saw her. Her locks were almost waist-length but she had them tied up off her neck. Her lips were full and her breasts filled the bodice of her threadbare dress. She was poor, there was no mistaking that, but she was beautiful. Kadari wasn't a lewd man, but the way Ardress had been positioned in the sunlight had made her dress nearly invisible. His eyes lingered over the silhouette of her thick nipples and he imagined them in his mouth for a brief moment. He caught himself in mid-lust for her and chided himself inwardly for being so easily withdrawn from his character. But the woman was beautiful...which probably meant that she was ignorant, vulgar and loose. Such was his luck with the women so far and he wasn't having it. But she had surprised him. Though she hadn't been schooled since 15, she had been at the top of her class when she finished. She was no fool as he found out during their first conversations together. She had suspected he was royalty when approached her...but she was shocked when the young man who had been coming to chat with her was actually a prince. There were other prince's in the area...many wealthy families claimed royal bloodlines, but Kadari's lineage was official and able to be traced. He had hid his majesty from her at first and when she questioned him about it he was caught off guard and lied to her. It could have ruined his chances with her because Ardress hated liars, but he explained how he had been used by so many who had only wanted to be with him for his status and wealth. She had mercy on him because she had wanted so badly to believe that he was sincere. After that they were inseparable and though his family was the cliché stuck-up characters that Ardress expected, Kadari proudly made it clear that she was his choice as a bride and that his wishes would be respected or he would estrange himself from them completely. She hadn't anticipated him declaring his stance so vehemently, but he had won her heart even more-so by doing it and by the time their wedding day arrived she was being treated like one of the family. It wasn't hard for Kadari's family to fall in love with Ardress; she was polite, intelligent and innocently cute in her ignorance of refined culture. Everything about the wedding ceremony had to be practiced and practiced for her to get all the ethnic rituals of the service right. It had been exhausting all the way up until the reception. Finally, it was just the two of them. All day people had pressed and jostled for their attention and they had graciously endured it for the sake of Kadari's political relations but in the back of both of their minds had been each other and the night to come. Kadari had already baited her mind with the things that he'd wanted to do to her and the moment they entered the back of the limo he rolled up the partition between them and the driver and then took her in his arms and kissed her like he never had before. They'd kissed, even upon the lips, but not like they were kissing right then. His tongue softly parted her lips and tasted hers. The flavor of champagne was still in her mouth and it made him even hungrier. The kiss deepened and her tongue met his with a passion that spread between her legs with a rapid heat. She felt like she was melting and desire pulsed within her core. She had never been with a man, but for some reason she couldn't explain, she needed to know what he felt like inside her. She would have given anything to discover that feeling and she had no idea her lust could be so powerful. She'd made out before, but guys were so anxious to have her she would be instantly turned off. But Kadari had pursued her with self-control. He hadn't hid his desire for her, but he respected her limits, and now that they were married she felt no inhibitions with him. She was his and she was glad to belong to him. She wanted to do everything she'd heard about from her friends who were more experienced. She'd listened to their tales of being pleasured by a man's mouth and shook her head in ignorance, but when Kadari had pulled her to the side earlier that day and whispered that he wanted to lick her everywhere, the first place she imagined his tongue licking her was between her legs. Without breaking their oral embrace, Kadari pulled Ardress on top of his lap like a bad Santa. He sat her atop of his hardness and pressed his hips up against her round bottom. Her dress material was satin and she could clearly feel his desire beneath her. His hands slid up her thigh, raising the hem as he did so. He gripped the side of her hip under the dress and pressed her even harder against his groin. He began slowly grinding against her as the limo drove them. She had no idea where they were going and she didn't care. He finally tore his lips away from her and kissed her neck. The sensation of his mouth on her clavicle was exhilarating and she moaned softly. He smiled at her reaction, happy to be pleasing her in a way they hadn't experienced. As a prince, he'd had his share of women throwing themselves at him, and not that he was proud, but he'd taken advantage of some of them in his weakness. He knew how to please a woman and he planned to reward his bride for being purer than he could offer her of himself. Her dress was strapless and she watched his head move as he kissed her bare shoulders and chest. "You are so beautiful," he whispered as he skillfully unzipped the side of her dress and peeled it away from her naked breast. She gasped and shivered as she felt his mouth enclose her nipple and suck. Her eyes closed and her sex trembled as she savored the feel of his tongue licking over her tips within his mouth. First one breast, then the other as her head rolled back. She completely went limp in his arm as he lapped at her nipples and then sucked them, pinching them softly between his fingertips and grinding his hardness against the underside of her rump. One arm supported her back while the other fondled her breast and then went back under her dress hem, sliding up her inner thigh. She parted her legs like her body told her to; surprised by her own actions...the fact that she had no shame. When his fingertips reached the apex of her thighs he lightly caressed the imprint of her crease. Her panties were wet to his touch and he rewarded her desire by flicking the tip of his tongue against her nipple as he continued tease her through her panties. "Sir, we are here," the voice of the driver crackled on the intercom. Kadari haphazardly pressed the button and muttered, "Keep driving." "Sir?" The driver's voice indicated that he was puzzled by the request. "Keep driving," Kadari repeated before suckling Ardress's nipple again. "But...where to?" "Anywhere...just go and don't ask me anything else," Kadari ordered with frustration. The driver got the hint and pulled away from the curb with a knowing smirk. He lit a cigarette. Kadari had specified no smoking but something told him that nobody would notice right now. He stared at the partition as if his x-ray vision would kick in at any moment. What he wouldn't give to be Superman right then. Gravity pulled at the couple as the limo spun away from the curb again and Ardress was glad not to have to give up her seat of pleasure so soon. Kadari's touch between her legs was driving her insane. It was more pleasure than she had ever felt and yet not enough. Her legs widened upon his lap invoking his touch beyond the soaked panties that clung to her. She had no control over it. She had no idea how wide she had spread them until she felt his hot fingers against her naked desire. He stroked her where the creaminess flowed and his manhood tightened at how wet she was. Her tiny opening was readying itself for him and when he thought of that truth, his hardness throbbed feeling like he would burst from out of his own skin. He rubbed her with his hand as she panted and arched her hips to his touch. He lubricated his fingers in her cream and then slathered it all over her sex. She came with such magnitude that she cried out loudly. At first she had been wary of the driver catching onto what they were doing but as she climaxed she couldn't have cared less if the whole world knew. He brought his fingers up to her mouth and nearly came when she licked her own flavor from them. Kadari lifted her from his lap, laid her back on the long limo seat and slid her panties off as her orgasm still echoed within her. This is what it's like...oh my God, she thought, her desire still twitching with pleasure. Kneeling before her he asked, "How do you taste?" She placed her own hand between her legs and stirred. She brought a finger to his lips and he slowly drew it into his mouth, tasting her salty sweetness. "So damn good," he gruffed and cupped her underside, pulling her to his face. He beheld the beauty of her gift and inhaled the scent of her perfumed oils mingled with fresh desire. This time she was a little shy with his face so close to her most intimate place. He sensed her trepidation. "Relax," he assured soothingly. "I want you to enjoy everything we do," he gazed into her eyes. "I am," she admitted and he grinned like a school boy. This made her laugh and put her at ease again. "Lie back." His tone was gentle but his look was firm. She laid back and admired the scene in the mirrored roof of the limo. What a sight she made: her dress was scrunched up between her breasts and waist. Her bosom and bottoms were exposed. She'd never seen herself as sexy as she saw herself right then. "Now open your legs for me," he almost whispered and the words itself sent chills up her spine. She spread her legs, still watching herself in the mirror. She watched him kiss her inner thighs. She blinked slowly, her eyes threatening to close in pleasure, but she couldn't stop watching the scene before her. He spread the flesh of her thighs with his palms and blew against her. The sensation of his breath made her bud tighten. He did it again and watched her pulse. Her breath was becoming shallow and he could tell that she was getting really turned on again; her hips arched to him...begging him to touch her there and stop teasing. "What do you want," he whispered so close to her that his breath felt warm this time and her belly flipped with more butterflies than she had ever felt at once. Her breath became ragged. "What do you want me to do," he whispered again and then licked the inside of her thigh slowly from the inside of her knee to the inner joint of her hip bone. He stopped just shy of her sex causing her to writhe...she needed him to touch her and he wouldn't. "Please, Kadari" she pleaded. "Please what," he asked before licking the opposite thigh in the same fashion. "Oh my God," she called out. "Please taste me." He wasted no time obeying her command. Her legs were open wide for him and with his fingertips he delicately spread her folds and licked the length of her pink flesh. Her mouth opened to cry out but no sound came. Instead she gasped for breath as her head spun out of control. Kadari opened his mouth wide and filled his appetite, winding his head with each devouring move he made with his lips and tongue. He felt so good that Ardress had stopped moving her hips completely. She lay under the spell of his mouth and let him work his magic. She lifted her head up and watched his head swirl as he pleasured her. The sight of him sucking her hardened jewel was unbearable. She sucked in her breath through gritted teeth when he flicked the tip of his tongue wildly against her firm desire. She almost climaxed but he stopped. "You like that huh," he said. "Yes," she sighed. "I like it...I like it, please." He did it again and she crooned. He gave her bud a long wet suck and flicked his tongue against it again. "Sh-h-h-h," she began to curse but couldn't finish before a hoarse cry emerged instead. Kadari knew he was blowing her mind and it turned him on to see her in a way no man ever had. He repeated his slow sucking and gently pressed the tip of his forefinger against her opening. She was so wet. He raised his head and gauged her reaction has he slowly worked the length of his finger inside her. When she had taken all of his finger, he swirled it around. She moaned and wound her waist against his hand. He deftly inserted his middle finger too. He worked her tight opening with his two fingers and squeezed his hard member with his other hand. He wanted her so badly, but he didn't want their first time to be in the back of a limo. He decided to finish her off again and let the driver finally drop them off at the penthouse he'd rented for the evening. They'd be off to the Cayman's in the morning. He bent his face back down to her flicked his tongue against her desire while his fingers plied her. His hand was covered in her juices as he worked a third finger inside her and stroked her g-spot with practiced precision. "Kadari..." she whispered forcefully. She wanted to say more but her brain couldn't think of anything else. "Kadari-i-I," she almost sung as his fingers and mouth drove her crazy. He let go of his erection and reached up to muffle her loudening cries. With his soft lips against her stiff clit he shook his head vigorously from side to side and pressed his fingertips firmly against her swollen wall. Her hips bucked wildly as her second orgasm ripped through her with even greater force than the last. She bit down into the flesh of the palm muffling her loud outcry. She tasted blood as her walls rippled around Kadari's deft fingers. To his credit, he didn't even acknowledge the injury. He was so hard that all he could think about was putting his desire where his fingers were. He laid his head on her abdomen and slid his fingers from within her as she caught her breath. "I'm so sorry, love," she said with concern as she admired the handiwork of her teeth on his hand. He smiled, her juices smeared around his mouth like a small child with a favorite treat. "It's nothing. I'm glad I can make you cum like that." "Is it always like that?" Ardress was serious and that made him laugh aloud. "This is only the beginning. There's so much more I want to do with you...so many ways I want to please you." Ardress' stomach flipped with anticipation. This was the best thing she had ever experienced and there was more! Pleasure beyond what she had just felt was unimaginable. What she had just experienced made her feel guilty for not pleasing him in the same way. She sat up and leaned forward, placing her hand between his legs and squeezing the thick erection. He moaned deeply as her hand caressed his shaft. Instinctively he throbbed and she was amazed at how alive he felt against her touch. She unzipped his trousers and he was about to tell her to stop, but he felt hot skin close around his rock-hard desire and his voice caught in his throat. "No not like this." "But..." "No buts," he replied and removed her hand from his crotch. He pressed the intercom button and instructed the driver to return to the original destination. Ardress looked disappointed and he laughed aloud at her pouting face; she looked like a school girl. "There'll be plenty of time for pleasure, my love, I promise. There's much more but this isn't the place. Trust me...I've got the perfect spot for us. You're going to love it." His excitement was starting to get to her. Being a poor girl growing up, this life of luxury was new to her and she couldn't believe her luck in living a fairytale that most girls only read about before bedtime. Kadari was everything she could have wanted and she couldn't wait to explore the depths of passion with him. Before the two of them could share another word, the limo screeched to a halt. "What the..." Kadari started to say, when shots were fired around them. "Get down, Ardress!" Kadari grabbed the back of her head and shoved her down to the floor of the vehicle. "What's happening," she screamed as rounds dinged the limo and nicked the bullet-proof glass. Kadari hit the intercom button, "get us outta here!" He lifted his head just enough to see over the edge of the headrest. "Shit," he spat and ducked back down, looking around frantically. Ardress still lay upon the floor, half-naked and trembling in fear. The door locks popped and Kadari rushed to manually click them back locked but he was too late. The door swung open on Ardress' side and she screamed as she was yanked from the limo by her locs. "Take your hands off of her," she heard Kadari say before a shot fired. She was being stuffed into another vehicle by s strong pair of arms and she couldn't see the limo or Kadari. She couldn't see if he had been shot...but she couldn't hear him yelling anymore. Then she blacked out. When Ardress awakened, she thought she had dreamed everything. She was in an exquisite room with fresh flowers beside the bed and huge French doors that let in copious amounts of bright sunshine. She sat up, expecting to see her groom come into the room and prove that everything had just been a nightmare. Instead, a cold voice came in on an intercom and instructed her to get up and get dressed in the clothes that had been provided for her. She was ashamed to look down at herself and see that she was completely naked under the covers. She wondered where she was and how she had gotten there...most of all, where was her husband. Mikahr watched Ardress on the monitor as she awakened. He watched her startled as his voice crackled over the intercom. She pulled the covers about her as she rose from the bed, searching the corners of the ceiling for cameras. He expected her to go to the bathroom to change. There were cameras there also. She must have suspected so and he smiled as she went back to the bed and dressed herself under the covers. Smart girl. Not that he hadn't already seen her naked body when she arrived in her ruined wedding gown, breast spilling over and causing his manhood to twitch. She was beautiful. He hadn't expected to be so attracted to her. Kadari had done well for himself in picking a bride...but not so well for himself in the mistreatment of Mikhar's people. He doubted that Ardress even knew of the cruelties her groom had been responsible for. "Tell her to exit the room and have Cassie take her to eat," Mikahr was ordered by prince Hirundi. Once she was dressed, she stood, looking around the room. Mikahr ordered her to exit the room and a maid was waiting to escort her. "Where am I? Where is my husband, Prince Kadari?" She pleaded, but the tall brown-skin woman kept her mouth shut as she led her down the corridor and then down a flight of stairs to a magnificently set table. She gestured for Ardress to sit and the woman refused. She nodded oddly and left Ardress standing there awkwardly, unsure of what to do, though something told her that trying to flee the immaculate home would be foolish at the present time since several guards silently stood against the corners of the room. In the Hands of Fate Pt. 01 Mikahr wanted to smile when he entered the room with Hirundi and saw her standing there defiantly. Cassie, the maid had informed him of Ardress' refusal to be seated. "Princess Ardress, what a pleasure to meet you. Might I add that you look beautiful in our country's colors? Ardress looked down at that sari she was wearing. She wanted to rip it off. "Where is Kadari? What is going on?" "I know this seems confusing to you...please have a seat, perhaps a bite to eat and let me explain on behalf of prince Hirundi." Mikahr nodded toward the silent prince. Ardress was confused. She didn't know who to trust, even if this man seemed kind. Mikahr smiled as she pondered. Ardress noticed his deep set dimples and boyish twinkle in his eye. Yet there was a deeper emotion there than what he chose to show. She finally sat and though her stomach was touching her back, she didn't touch a morsel of the fruit fresh bread that was set before her on the grand table. "There is something that you must know about yourself, Princess, and that is that you were a princess long before you married Prince Kadari. Ardress shook her head, "what?" "Your great-grandfather was royalty here...a king." "Where is here?" Ardress looked around as if something in the room could give her a clue. "This is your land...where your father is from." "But..." she paused, "I don't even know who my father and mother were." "They were royalty, my dear...you are royalty and prince Kadari is our enemy. For many years he has oppressed our people...killed our babies...raped our women." "No," Ardress shook her head. "Not Kadari, he would never do such things." "But he has. He is responsible for many deaths...so many deaths," Hirundi finally spoke. His visual presence was powerful. He was dark as fresh coffee beans with smooth taut skin. He was large and full, muscular and stout like a man-sized giant. His features were familiar to Ardress...much like her own. "Who are you?" She asked "Your brother," Hirundi answered without pause. For years it has been unsafe for anyone to know who we were. I did not even know you existed until recently, when you began to court prince Kadari and your whoring was made public." "Excuse me," Ardress couldn't believe the nerve of this man who claimed to be her bloodline. "Oh, no need to play innocent here. I am royalty, in know the things women do to capture powerful men like myself." "Not that you deserve an explanation, but my husband pursued me...I am no tramp, I'll have you know." "Well, you certainly haven't been cultured in the ways of royalty; we found you half naked in the back of that limo...certainly your standards have no foundation." Blood rushed to her face and rouged her brown cheeks. Mikahr interceded on her behalf by clearing his throat. "Perhaps the Princess should continue to take rest," he suggested and Hirundi smiled. "Ah yes, why don't you show her the estate, Mik...I'm sure she's the type that's easily pleased." Ardress started to tell him where to go, but Mikahr quickly grabbed her arm and gently squeezed it. She looked at him and he shook his head discreetly. Ardress wasn't intimidated by Hirundi and she wanted to defend her integrity and honor, but she decided to heed Mikahr and reserve her sentiments once she knew more about this man who was her brother. Outside, Mikahr made apologies on behalf of his liege. "This situation has him very tense right now...you must understand." "I understand that he is an arrogant, presumptuous, filthy-minded..." "Enough," Mikahr cut her stream of insults off. "You will not speak of the king-to-be in such a manner." He didn't raise his voice, but his tone and facial expression was stern. "Oh, but he can insult my chastity?" "You were the one half-naked in the back of that limo." Ardress huffed, "With my husband! I was with the man that I married and free to do as I pleased. You attacked us during a private moment and now you judge me based on what you saw. How dare you?!" She raised a hand to slap his face but he deftly caught her wrist in mid-air and brought it to her side. The gesture brought him close enough for her to feel his body heat. She couldn't explain the stirring that was happening in her abdomen as he searched her eyes with his. He gave her a long, stern look before finally speaking. "For attempting to lay hands on a royal official, a person could be executed, here," he said evenly. "Then I suggest that you remove your hands from me...I am Your Highness," Ardress returned his glare. He released her wrist. "Cassie, take her back to her room and lock the doors," he ordered without taking his eyes from hers. "Why, so you can watch me? I know I'm being watched in there." Cassie approached Ardress and tightly grabbed her arm. Ardress yanked away from the woman. Cassie looked at Mikahr for approval and he nodded it. The woman then rushed Ardress like a linebacker and knocked the wind out of her. As Ardress struggled to catch her breath, Cassie swooped her up to her feet and forcefully escorted Ardress back to the room, shoving her in and locking the door in one gesture. Ardress went to her bed and collapsed against the softness. Where was her love? Kadari could be dead for all she knew. The last thing she remembered was their intimate exchange before shots were fired around them. She was so confused. One minute she had been anticipating being deflowered by her handsome husband and the next she had been thrown into this reality that she had no knowledge of. She still had so many questions about her birth and her guardians...it was all so overwhelming. Tears began flowing and she couldn't make them stop. Ardress drifted off to sleep with swollen, puffy eyes exhausted from weeping. She was back in the limousine again and in her wedding dress. Kadari's hands were all over her and the familiar fire of desire flipped inside of her. Atop of the covers, her hand subconsciously touched her sex as her dream lover sucked her nipples. Her brain had memorized the new sensation and her body reacted, coating her fingers as she stroked herself slowly. In her dream her eyes were closed in pleasure and she relished the languid assault of her breasts by his mouth. She stroked herself faster under the covers, massaging her stiff clit between her fingers. She was almost there...she opened her eyes to gaze upon her lover and gasped to see that it was Mikahr and not Kadari. Her excitement rose as she watched him lick the tips of her breasts. She grabbed a handful of his shoulder-length dread locs as he laved his tongue over her thick nipples. She orgasmed from her fantasy without waking or even knowing what she had done to herself in her sleep, her body having pleased itself. Mikahr had watched her cry herself to sleep. Strangely, he felt the need to comfort her, though he couldn't figure out why. She was pretty, but he knew nothing of her, except that she had already tried to strike him in his face. That would not be tolerated. Seeing Cassie handle her had been comical. And yet, here he was feeling sorry for her...the bride whose world came crashing down on her wedding day. No matter how she may have seduced Kadari to bed him for marriage, she didn't deserve what was happening. He had spent most of the day watching her, not knowing why he was compelled to do so. He had hidden his shame when she had called him out earlier. Mikahr thought his eyes were playing tricks on him when he saw her hand snake between her legs. He zoomed in on her and watched her hips began roll. He hardened instantly, disgusted by her lewdness and turned on by her sexuality at the same time. She knew that he was watching and yet she had no shame in pleasuring herself. His erection throbbed at the thought that maybe she was inviting him to come to her...to please her. Maybe she was putting on a show for him. If what Hirundi had accused her of was true, she was used to seducing and bedding men. Mikahr gripped his hardness through his pants imagining what Ardress' fingers were doing beneath the fabric of the sari. When she spread her legs apart to better accommodate her hand, Mikahr couldn't take the temptation anymore. He locked the door of the video room and unzipped his pants. Pre-cum already glistened at the tip as he licked his palm and gripped his shaft. He studied Ardress intently, momentarily obsessed with what she was doing to her body. Her plump hips writhed to the rhythm of her own hand and Mikahr pumped his cock while imagining being with her. Before he could climax, he was interrupted by keys in the door. Shit! He scooted his chair under the desk and snatched the keyboard to change the view on the monitor as Kara, one of the cleaning girls made her way in with a rolling bucket and mop. "Oh, so sorry master Mikahr, I did not know you were in here," she bowed her slightly as he fumbled with the keyboard. When Kara noticed what was on the screen she smiled and quickly shut the door behind her and came to stand beside him in the dark room. "Is that her," she asked as she pointed to the monitor. "Prince Hirundi was right, she has no shame." Kara shook her head and sucked her teeth in mock disgust. Mikahr sat as still as a glass, not wanting to draw any attention to the fact that his elongated penis was exposed underneath the desk. "Can you come and mop at another time, Kara?" Mikahr finally asked once he cleared Ardress from the screen. "Are you sure, master Mikahr? There is nothing else you wish for me to do before I go?" "No, please...just go and come back in a few minutes." "Forgive me, sir, but she cannot please you through that screen. If it is pleasure you seek, I can service you." Mikahr couldn't believe his ears. Kara had never approached him in that manner. He was already embarrassed at being caught masturbating at Ardress' expense and now Kara had made things even more awkward. "Kara...I'm not that kind of man. I would never take advantage of a woman." She looked at the monitor as if to silently question his statement. "It's not what it looks like. I was...she was..." Kara squatted next to the chair he was sitting in, "You don't have to explain anything to me master Mikahr. The evidence is right there. Before he knew it she had swiftly reached under the desk and grasped his semi-erect cock in her hands. Blood immediately began to flow back to the member. "Kara..." Mikahr's breath slowed. "What are you doing?" "Sh-h-h...let me," she cooed as she slowly spun the desk chair out to face her. She took in Mikahr's size with pleasure before leaning in and licking the pre-cum from the tip. He moaned and his eyes rolled back as she sucked him in. She quickly pumped his shaft while she took as much of him into her mouth as she could. He grabbed a handful of her hair and guided her head as his hips rose up, instinctively trying to get as much of himself inside of her mouth as possible as he neared orgasm. It didn't take long before Kara felt his climax building and increased her voracity...pumping him fast and wildly sucking. Mikahr came hard, spewing his seed onto her chin and neck as her hand milked him slowly. He imagined Ardress' face...her body. What was this hold that she had over him? He held the vision of her until the last wave and then opened his eyes. He grabbed tissue from a box on the desk and handed her several before wiping himself. "You must not tell anyone about this," he said once his pants were clasped. "Yes master Mikahr," Kara nodded knowingly and part of Mikahr felt bad for using the girl just for his sexual pleasure...but then again, he hadn't asked her to do what she did. She had wanted it...taken it. Still, he regretted the whole thing now that his desire was sated and he was thinking clearly. It was never wise to engage in sex with any of the royal servants. It most always led to scandal or illegitimate children. Mikahr had no intention of letting it get that far. He would never let something like this happen again. It was that princess and her seductive show that had gotten so worked up. All he had to do was think of her and his manhood tightened. This wasn't like him...thinking with is little head instead of his bigger, more intelligent one. But there was electricity when he was near her. Or was she simply playing him for the fool. Women were wily like that; Mikahr knew from past experience that women could be some of the most conniving game players...especially women as beautiful as Ardress. Well he was through playing games. She had known that he was watching. She had wanted him to see her masturbate...but why? Had she wanted to turn him on? Did she want him to come to her? The thoughts tortured him in his quarters as he tried to sleep that night. Damn her! His lust quickly turned to rage as sleep eluded him. She had meant to do this...tease him...get him all worked up and play him to get Hirundi's trust. That's the only way it made sense to him for her to have given him the show that she had earlier. The thought of it made him sit up in his bed. He seethed for a few minutes then got up and headed for Ardress' quarters on the other side of the estate. He crept deftly, not wanting to be seen visiting her at such hours. He had a respectable reputation to keep and he intended to maintain it. But Ardress was up to no good and it made him angry. She wanted to play games...he would make sure to beat her to the next move. In the Hands of Fate Pt. 02 **I am completely in love with this story. It just keeps coming. Read them in order and I hope you enjoy...feedback is most def welcomed. Part 3 is in the oven! ~ TC * Ardress was dying for a shower but she was wary of whatever surveillance there may be watching her. When she had awakened from her cry-induced nap, she had distinctly noticed the moistness between her legs and the coating on her fingers. She glanced around the room, horrified that someone may have been watching her touch herself in her sleep. She felt dirty and wanted nothing more than to shower. She peeked into the bathroom, it was huge. The fixtures were modern and gleaming but the layout of the room still screamed antique. The tub stood alone in the center with an elegant shower spout and clear glass encasement. Under other circumstances, Ardress would have found the décor gorgeous, but at the moment all she could think about was Kadari and a fresh shower. She got an idea and grabbed the linen from her bed. She draped them over the top of the shower so that the whole tub was canopied and secluded by the fabric. After locking the door and placing against the lever, she undressed standing in the tub, placed her clothes outside and glass door and proceeded to start the shower. While under the hot stream Ardress' mind raced. She had to get out of there and back home...only, she didn't even have any idea where she was. The estate was so big that she had yet to see what surrounded it, what landmarks there were to gauge how far away from home she was. She concluded that the next time she saw Mikahr, she would demand that he tell her where Kadari was...if he was safe or harmed. She had to know either way. She closed her eyes and let the water wash her tears away. She lathered soap onto her washcloth and proceeded to clean herself, when she heard the chair scraping against the floor. She jumped at the sound of an intruder. "Who's there?" She called out, her voice shaky from fear. She was naked in a strange place. She looked around for something to defend herself but there was nothing and she yelped as the linen was snatched from off of the shower. They both stood there for a moment, Mikahr taking in the sight. Ardress held her hands against her body, not knowing what to do. The fact that he was looking at her with such desire caused her abdomen to tighten and this confused her. "Come out of there," he ordered through the glass. "Get out!" She shouted and pointed at the door, exposing the breast that her hand had been covering. His gaze dropped and he was speechless for a moment as he watched the water cascade over protruding nipple. A wave of pleasure went through his shaft, before she quickly realized her error and covered herself up again. "Oh, now you want to act modest? After the show you put on today, you aren't fooling anyone with the act...now get out or I'll drag you out." He threateningly opened the shower door. What show was he talking about? Ardress was even more confused. "Turn around," she ordered. He hesitated for a moment and then turned around with a huff. She quickly snatched the linen from his hands and wrapped her body in it under the running water before turning it off and stepping out. Mikahr turned around to face her and another wave went through his crotch. The wet sheet did little to hide the flesh that it was clinging to. He could make out the dark triangle of womanhood. She followed his gaze and gathered more sheet around herself. "What is the meaning of this? If I am royalty, you certainly have no right to be in here," Ardress tried to sound in control. "What was the meaning of this afternoon?" Mikahr ignored her statement. "What are you talking about?" "Your little show," he pressed. "You keep saying that...I don't know what you mean." "I don't like the games you're playing," he added. "Acting like you are so innocent. You're nothing more than a beautiful whore...a gold ring in the nose of pig." She gasped, "How dare you?" "No, how dare you touch yourself the way you did? Have you no shame?" Ardress was embarrassed that he had seen her masturbate and her face flushed as she averted her gaze to the floor. "You said yourself that you knew there were cameras...you knew someone was watching...that I was watching. What did you expect to do...tease me...try to use me to get to Hirundi?" "What? No...I don't...I didn't..." Ardress stuttered, searching for the right words to defend herself. Mikahr stepped up to her, his face inches from her own as he stood slightly over her; she was tall. She smelled fresh soap and cinnamon on his skin. Another tingle fluttered inside her. "I'm onto your game, Princess," he whispered. "I know your type: the ones who try to use their beauty to control men. Maybe that works on pawns, but I'm more of a knight." "Certainly not the king," she quipped, and surprised herself with that one. "It's the queen who really has the power anyway, right?" "Apparently not or you wouldn't have the audacity to come in here while I'm naked." "You are not the queen. And when I call you 'princess', I jest. You are just a pawn. We were going to use you to get to Prince Kadari but he doesn't even care that we have you." Her heart leapt at the mention of Kadari in the present tense. He's alive. Her heart rejoiced. "He'll come for me," she nodded with certainty. "He said that he, 'has many wives and one is not worth the life of a prince'. So you see, Princess, he is not what he seems." "You're a liar," she pointed an accusing finger at Mikahr. "And you are a silly pawn who has been check-mated. You lost the prince and no one here respects you as royalty because of how trashy you are." She raised a hand to slap him but he caught her forearm. She swung at him again with her left and he grabbed that arm too, locking them behind her and then backed her up against the glass of the shower with his body. Fear and excitement coursed through Ardress' veins as he spoke through clenched teeth. "You dare raise your hand to me again?" She struggled against him and felt him harden. Her eyes widened when she felt the familiar throb between his legs. He pressed it harder against her. "This is what you wanted right? That's why you wanted me to see you touch yourself, isn't it?" "No...I didn't know..." "You did know. You said so yourself, that you knew there were cameras...that someone could be watching." "I didn't know what I was doing...I was asleep," Ardress pleaded though his erection had caused a pooling of desire between her legs. Why was her body betraying her? "Yeah, of course, Princess," he husked. He reached between them with one hand and snatched the sheet away from her breasts. She took the opportunity to free a hand and swung at him again. She caught him hard across the face before he reigned in her arm once more and pressed her even harder against the glass. Once he had her subdued, he put his attention back on her breasts. He bowed his head and flicked his tongue against her nipple, circling the areola before taking the tip between his plush lips and into his hot mouth. Ardress gasped as her crevice slickened even more. "No, please don't," she whispered, unable to find her voice. "Is this not what you wanted, Princess?" "No..." she said with uncertainty laced heavily in her response. Did she want this? Mikahr was handsome with his dark brown skin and long locks framing his strong face. His arms were corded with strength and his stature was manly and sure. And what throbbed against her was more than a little bit. The familiar ache returned and she wondered what it felt like to be penetrated by a man. She had been so close with Kadari and that had been snatched away from her, leaving a desire that wouldn't die down. Mikahr snaked a hand down between them. Ardress cried out when his finger dipped between her lips with ease. She was embarrassingly moist...practically drenching. Mikahr's hard-on raged against her and he sighed at how wet her pussy was. "If you didn't want this, why are you so wet?" Ardress was at a loss for words. She couldn't explain herself. There was no way to deny that she was turned on, especially as she trembled with pleasure while Mikahr stirred between her creamy lips, swirling his fingertips around her stiff clit and stroking her opening as it slickened his fingers incessantly. His cocked throbbed against her thigh and she tried not to like what he was doing to her, but her hips began to move against her will...moving against Mikahr's probing fingers. He dipped his head to her breasts again, licking and sucking her tips, nibbling lightly. His grip slackened and Ardress instinctively pushed him away from her breasts, but her strength was weakened by desire and after each push he'd press back, taking a nipple back into his mouth again as his hand continued to play between her legs. Her breath became ragged as orgasm neared. She hated herself for allowing him to touch her so erotically, but there wasn't anything she could do to stop the train that was coming. Mikahr felt her knees weaken and he knew she was about to cum. He slowly pressed the tip of a thick finger against her opening and teased the rim while he wildly assaulted her breast with his tongue, licking her globes thoroughly. He had expected her tight hole to be much looser. Ardress flailed her arms, striking his shoulders, but this time he didn't care about being hit...he knew she was in the throes of pleasure now, no longer fighting him. His fingers were driving her crazy. She wanted him to push deeper but he continued to tease her entrance, stroking until she convulsed, and cried out against his neck. His lips met hers in a hard, almost painful kiss, devouring her mouth like he couldn't get enough of her tongue. Ardress forgot who the enemy was...in fact she was sure the enemy was her own body. She couldn't stop the desire she felt for this man she barely knew and yet, when she looked into his face, into his eyes, she felt a connection that she couldn't account for. She had never been this free with anyone except Kadari, and only when he had become her husband. She couldn't explain what was happening between her and Mikahr...why he had such a power over her. He lifted her up and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. He continued to kiss her languidly as he carried her to back into the dark bedroom and set her on the edge of the bed. He stood between her legs and removed his shirt, his skin glistening in the single sliver of moonlight that sliced into the pitch black darkness. He quickly removed his linen pants and pushed Ardress back on the bed, looming over her with his arms holding his chest up above hers. His erection throbbed between them against her belly. Fear gripped her at that exact moment. His shaft felt long and thick against her, searing her skin with its fiery heat. "Wait," she hesitated. "Shut-up," he said harshly and Ardress flinched. He was being rough with her, now. He reached down and rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her soaked slit, teasing her clit once last time before positioning his tip against her opening. "Please, wait, I'm not ready...this isn't how I planned this," Ardress pleaded again. "I know. You planned to seduce me...but you're going to receive a taste of your own medicine, Princess," he snarled before pressing into her in one hard push. She cried out in agony. She was so tight around him he nearly came on the first stroke. He mistook her cry for pleasure and stroked again, then again burying his ridged length inside of her to the hilt. A broken cry escaped Ardress' throat and she heaved a powerful sob. Mikahr stilled his hips, his erection still deep inside her tightness. He looked down at her in the moonlight in disbelief. She can't be! He thought wildly as she wriggled beneath him like a delicate butterfly impaled on the tip of an anthropologists needle. She was so tight that his cock almost ached inside of her. He seemed frozen above her in thought. His stillness allowed her time to slightly adjust to the feeling of his hardness within her. Tingling happened within and her walls rippled around the length of his shaft. He shook his head...still in shock over what he was discovering about her...what he had just done to her. He withdrew himself, switched on the light beside the bed and immediately looked between her legs. Blood! Oh God what had he done?! "Princess Ardress..." he started but lost his words. His withdrawal left her feeling oddly empty and sore. "I assume you finally got what you wanted," she sniffled and looked away from him. He felt like the lowest piece of shit ever. He had taken her virginity...without any regard. But he hadn't known that she was pure. He thought she was a seductress...Prince Hirundi had told him so. " I am so sorry. Did I hurt you? God, I'm so sorry," he addressed her with sincere eyes. He wanted to hold her, but he reserved himself. He didn't deserve to touch her again and he didn't want to violate her any further. "Just get out," she bowed her head. God, she looked so delicate and vulnerable. Mikahr sat on the edge of the bed trying to think of something to do to make it better. "I said, just go," she repeated, her voice cracking with emotion. "Please, I didn't know," he tried to explain. "So that makes it okay?" She glared at him. "I thought...I thought you wanted it. I'm sorry, Princess, please believe me. I would have never touched you had I known you had never been with a man before." "I told you to wait...that I wasn't ready. You wouldn't listen," she sobbed, overwhelmed with the reality of what had just happened to her. "I never thought my first time would be like this." Mikahr couldn't deny her the truth. She had asked him to stop...told him she wasn't ready, but he had misunderstood her. He longed to comfort her, but he knew she probably hated him. So he rose, dressed silently, and slipped out of her room. He went to the video room and watched what had happened, then erased the footage. He was a monster for what he had done to her. He felt horrible, absolutely horrible and he was worried for her body and her feelings...he knew that both had to be hurt and it was all his fault. ************************************************** Ardress had spent the night in turmoil with her emotions and what she had been told about Kadari. She wouldn't believe that he would abandon her, or have other wives. Had she been so easily fooled? Was she that naïve? She tossed and turned, pondering her life at the moment. She had an identity that she knew nothing about, her husband could be nothing like what she thought and her first lover had been a man she didn't even know anything about except that he was devastatingly sexy in everything that he did. She hated him and she lusted after him at the same time. Her swollen privacy ached tenderly and there was a new sensation that was driving her mad. Only what she could describe as an itch deep within her that was unreachable. A new part of her had been opened up and it was begging for her attention. She was trying her best to ignore it and failing miserably. Ardress tossed and turned restlessly like that for what seemed like hours until finally, sleep claimed her weary body. However, it seemed like as soon as she closed her eyes she was startled awake again by a loud explosion. She sat up in the bed as the estate came to life. Smoke started to seep into her room and tiny licks of fire darted from under the door. She called out in the darkness. She didn't know why, but she called for Mikahr. She continued to scream as she frantically looked for another way out of the room. She ran for the French doors and flung them open. The terrace was too high up for her to make a jump. She saw an entourage of people running and yelled for their help. Hirundi slowed pace and squinted at the balcony before hurrying on his way to whatever escape vehicle he had waiting for him. "No," Ardress yelled. "Brother, don't leave me, please!" She screamed. "Help me, I am going to burn." She looked back into the room and flames had engulfed the whole wall where the door was. It was a raging blaze and she could feel the intense heat growing closer towards her on the terrace. She paced desperately surveying her chances of surviving the jump down onto hard pavement. She knew the impact would be enough to break a limb. She wept. Mikahr was nowhere in sight. The heat was becoming unbearable. The back of her neck seemed like it was sizzling and the smoke was beginning to burn her eyes even out there on the balcony. Another loud explosion rocked the palace estate. She coughed and lifted her leg over the ledge. She had to take her chances jumping because if she stayed on the terrace the smoke or flames would surely kill her. "Ardress!" She heard her name being yelled. She couldn't see, the smoke was so thick and the roar of the flames muffled the voice, but she was sure that it was Mikahr. For some reason, she had felt that he wouldn't leave her. Her vision was blurred and her eyes and nose burned. She felt hands grab her arm and a mask engulf her mouth and nose. The inhaled fresh air into her lungs deeply as she stumbled within the guidance of strong hands. She couldn't see where they were going but she could feel the air cool considerably as she was led away from the flames. After walking blindly for a while she felt wind on her face and heard the sound of water. "Careful, step up," she heard Mikahr's voice clearly for the first time. Her stomach fluttered. "Where are we going?" "Onto a boat...I have a safe place I can take us, but we have to hurry." "What happened back there," Ardress asked. "Your husband just tried to kill us all, including you," Mikahr spat more nastily then he had meant to. He had to remember that this wasn't her fault. That she wasn't how he initially thought her to be. "No," she whispered. "I'm sorry, Princess. He knew we had you here at the estate and he attacked us without regard for your safety. Had I not know how to get you out of there you would have died and would not have cared." She shook her head in confusion. "I'll prove it to you," Mikahr said, desperate for her to believe him, "but you have to trust me." "And why should I trust you...you hurt me?" The words stung Mikahr to the bone. He cared what she thought of him and he didn't want her to be afraid of him. He wanted to protect her...he had saved her life. After leaving her in the tiny cabin bathroom to douse her eyes, he went and maneuvered the boat out into the water. He was at the helm for a long while before Ardress came up from below, her eyes puffy and red but able to open and able to see. He killed the throttle and seated her safely before buckling her in, then he fired up the speed and took the helm again. Neither of them spoke for a long moment. The night air was warm and the water was still tropically-blue in the moonlight. Jungle lined the shore to the right of them and to the left of them was open sea. After a long ride in silence Ardress finally spoke over the roar of the engine. "Thank you for saving me," she said loudly and sincerely. "I really do appreciate it." He admired her in the moonlight. God she was so incredibly beautiful! "And I really am sorry about what happened...what I did," he hesitated. "There's no way I can ever make it right and...God I'm so sorry I hurt you and I will never harm you again, Princess." The way he called her 'princess' made her belly flip-flop and she became keenly aware of the newly acquired itch again. "Tell me how you can prove to me that Prince Kadari isn't the man I know him to be," she changed the subject without acknowledging his apology. In the Hands of Fate Pt. 02 "Where I am taking us, there will be proof." "And just where are you taking us?" "Somewhere safe, Princess, many people will be looking for you. You are the only living heir." "What? But I saw Hirundi escape," she exclaimed. "I saw him leave me." Mikahr shook his head, "He left me as well. I told him that I was going to get you and he left without me. All well though, his helicopter was shot down and crashed before it even got off the ground well. We would have been with him." "How did you rescue me from the balcony?" Ardress kept up her interrogation. Mikahr smiled, something she hadn't seen him genuinely do. His teeth flashed, sharp and white in the soft pale lunar illumination. "What?" she questioned his humored expression. "There were passages all throughout that palace," Mikahr explained. "Apparently royalty liked to do a lot of creeping around." "You were watching me; apparently you do too," she added and his dark skin rouged underneath. "I was ordered by the Prince to watch you and make sure you didn't have any ulterior motives," he defended. "Poor excuse for someone who claims to be a man," Ardress shot and the air grew thick between them again. "My manhood is not the question here, we both know that," he shot back and instantly regretted it. "How dare you throw that in my face," she quietly seethed. "I'm sorry, but you just...well," he started. "Take me back to my husband," she demanded on the verge of tears. Mikahr idled the engine again and faced her as she stood to her feet. "Look, I was out of line," he reasoned. "Fuck you, you arrogant bully," she hissed. "Alright, I'm the bad guy. Is that what you want me to say. Come on, Princess, I may have been mistaken about your intentions, but not that fact that you were soaking wet. You wanted to be made love to, admit it." "What you did to me...that's what you call making love," Ardress snorted a facetious laugh. "You took advantage of my imprisonment in that room and then impaled me with your big...thing." His expression softened and he stepped closer to her on the undulating craft. She lowered her gaze from his to avoid the intense heat of his eyes on hers. He lifted her chin with his finger. Damn! "I know that wasn't love-making," he said tenderly. He lifted her fingertips and kissed them softly, kissed her palm and her eyelids fluttered with passion. She still wanted him! "I would have kissed you like this," he leaned in and pressed his soft, thick lips against hers and the itch came back. He kissed her again and her lips parted against his, inviting his tongue into her mouth. He tiled her head back and deepened the exchange, still tender and languid as he tasted inside her. She moaned into his mouth as he pressed his front against hers, the sway of the boat lulling them romantically. "I would have taken more time here," he cupped her sex through the sari and she gasped as his hand rubbed softly against her mound. He knelt before and kissed where his hand had just been. His plush lips pushed against her sex. "I would have been so gentle with you, Princess," he whispered against her crotch and it sent chills up her spine. She quivered as she felt his hands part the split in her sari and caress her bare thighs. His caress rose higher to the apex between her cheeks as he continued to whisper erotically against her melting sex. "Let me love you like you should have been, Princess," he pleaded and gently spread her cheeks apart in his grip. She wanted to say yes. Her legs were weak with desire and the itch inside her was unbearable. Her nipples ached, swollen with desire and eager to be sucked and nibbled. Everything in her flesh screamed at her to be with him and yet, she resisted. "No," she gushed and he instantly backed away and stood. "I'm sorry," he apologized. "I just want to make things as right as possible. I know I hurt you Princess, but if you let me, I can bring you so much pleasure," he said sincerely and she almost collapsed from the temptation.