I hope you are enjoying the Thanksgiving holidays. I have been busy working on a new novel, tentatively titled, Dueling Desires - A Naughty Rumpelstiltskin Tale. This scene takes place between the heroine, Katarina, and the evil warlord, Aleksander, who sequestered her in his dungeon until she spins a heap of straw into a pile of gold. I hope you like it! :)
Dueling Desires Teaser
“Betsy, you may be dismissed,” Aleksander said to the governess. As soon as the old woman disappeared out of sight, he advanced on Katarina. He lifted her hand and laid a kiss to her limber wrist. He stepped back, then twirled her around as if on the floor of a ballroom. She pirouetted twice before he stopped her. Aleksander clutched her hip with his unyielding grip and pulled her against his strong, athletic build. His erection flush against her pelvic bone. Katarina’s fingers automatically grasped his broad shoulders to keep from falling at the same time he inclined his head to whisper in her ear. “I make it a habit to treat my guests well. As long as they deliver what is expected.”
It was obvious Aleksander wasn’t talking about her work on the spinning wheel. Katarina cleared her throat and stepped backward toward the bed. Her captor pursued her, his intent clearly sexual. She picked up the gold fabric she had woven, and whirled around to face him. “Here is the textile you asked me to weave,” she said, anything to distract him from his mission to seduce her.
He took a brief gander at the material, then turned his attention back to Katarina. This time, so close she could smell the brandy on his breath. “Very nice. But that’s not the only reason I brought you to my estate,” he admitted as he cornered her body between the wall and the bedpost. She had nowhere to run. No place to hide from the onslaught of his desire. “I need to taste you.”
Suddenly his mouth descended upon her sensitive skin, leaving a trail of kisses behind her earlobe and down the slender column of her throat. His fiery-hot tongue ignited a blazing inferno along her untouched flesh. Katarina moaned and draped her languid arms over his well-defined shoulders to keep her balance. She suddenly felt weak. Light-headed. Ready to pass out. She had to speak up, before she lost her nerve. “Please, Mr. Othman. If you have any respect for my honor. Stop this madness!”
Aleksander drew back and stared at her, his decisiveness unwavering. His eyes wandered to her breasts for only a moment, before he yanked on the lace fabric of her bodice, revealing her achy, swollen bosom. One cherry-red nipple peaked its head out of her corset. A draft hit her exposed skin and sent a chill up her spine. It was enough to cause her nipple to bead expectantly, begging for his eager caress. Katarina whimpered as his thumb grazed the tip. Heat exploded in her thighs and liquid from her womb drizzled down the inside of her leg.
“No need to worry your pretty little head, Katarina. We’re just having a bit of fun. I plan to leave you fully intact. At least for tonight.” Without warning, he turned her in his arms and pressed her lithe curves flat against the stone wall. He nudged her legs apart, lifted her gown, and delicately removed the matching red panties he’d left for her earlier. Each stroke was purposeful. Each movement precise and deliberate as if unwrapping a gift on Christmas Eve. Then he stepped back and stared. Katarina watched him out of the corner of her eye. His mouth gaped open, saliva forming in the hollows of his mouth in preparation for attack. Katarina could feel his gaze focused on her rear and on the delicate flesh of her womanhood that glistened in the early morning sunlight.
Aleksander extended his index finger and slid it over her heated nub, down her thigh and over her round bottom, collecting the sweet nectar that pooled in the crevice between the two. Katarina writhed in his arms. Her knees grew weak. Aleksander seemed to relish her enthusiastic response. He lifted his finger to his lips to savor Katarina’s unique flavor. He leaned his forehead against her back and groaned. “Hmm. Just as mouth-watering as I imagined.”
Katarina leveraged her sweat-soaked body against the cool pavers plastered to the wall. She took in deep inhalations of air to calm her battered nerves. “Why are you doing this, Aleksander?” she asked him.
“Because I can.” With his forehead still pressed between her shoulder blades, he let out a wicked laugh. His heated breath glided across her prickly skin. A moment later, he slipped her dress and undergarments back into place and stepped away. He snatched up the gold material laid across the foot of the bed and bolted to the door. “Now get back to your work at the spinning wheel. I shall return later this evening to check on your progress. And if you’re a good little slave, I’ll reward you with a night of pleasure the likes of which your virtuous flesh could never imagine. Even in your wildest dreams.”