Proserpina
It was Valentine’s Day, Camille had told me earlier that day, beaming from ear to ear as she walked about with the single rose her beloved husband, Antony Beston, who was also our Head of Security, had chosen to give her.
I smiled wanly. Ria was off with her beloved Capo and I had not had the heart to break up those lovers.
*
I waited for my husband to return that evening but he had sent me a terse message that something had held him up. He did not turn up the next day and I worried whether he had seen Schwartz kissing me and had misconstrued the entire matter.
Sighing, I brushed my hair out and prepared to go to bed. The kids, my triplets, that is, had gone away on a field trip. Melissa had come to tell me about it since she knew of how fiercely possessive Lucien was about the kids. She knew that he would not give the permission for them to leave Hollowford easily.
But she had been excited and eager to have the children join the trip. Something about a writer who was visiting the nearby big city and so, the children were going to watch a play and meet the writer, she said. True to their nature, neither Dom nor Louis had been too keen on going but Tara, who seemed to be daydreaming most of the time these days, if she was not being snappish, had seemed elated.
Again, I made a mental note to ask Melissa about her performance in school.
Although I had called to ask Lucien for permission to allow the kids to attend the outing, he had not replied directly. Just a message from his secretary had made me understand that he was all right with it.
*
I sighed again and weighed my heavy breasts in my hand. My little baby, Rudolph, was growing well and he was also a greedy little fellow. My nipples were tender from his eager suckling and I smiled, thinking of how tiny he had been at the time of his birth. I studied my reflection in the mirror pensively. I had also grown older, I thought whimsically, a far cry from the naive, gauche teenager who had succumbed to the seduction of the practiced lover, the notorious Mafia Don. That fateful night, I had tumbled eagerly onto the carpet and allowed the Don to claim me as his forever; I had given in to the expertise of a stranger who had changed me for life…
I loved Lucien, I thought with a small smile, and I would not regret having given him my heart and body all those years ago.
*
Even as I sat there, smiling dreamily and gazing into space, the door was flung open and Lucien strode in.
I froze, my breath catching in my throat. He had grown older, my lover, my husband, but the unmistakable air of command, of authority he carried about himself, was still the same, in fact, it had increased.
Now he stopped, meeting my eyes in the mirror and I blushed as I covered my body with the towel hastily, having just emerged from the shower. A thick bushy brow went up quizzically and he began to unbutton his shirt, exposing his muscled torso, the chest liberally covered with grey hair.
*
He came to me; a couple of strides were all that it took.
I stood up, my face tilted up to receive his mouth and his hands went about my waist, jerking me to his suit-clad body. He tugged the towel off, leaving me naked and exposed to his hungry gaze.
Lucien Delano could still make me dripping wet with a look, a touch, I thought desperately as I clung to him mindlessly. He gripped my chin and kissed me, a dominant, hard stamp of possession. I was like putty in his hands.
My arms went about his wide shoulders, hands burying in his grey hair which was already snowy-white at his temples.
He lowered a hand, rolling a taut nipple roughly between his fingers.
‘Have you fed the boy?’ he growled hoarsely, and I nodded mutely, already prepared for him, blind with desire and longing, my sex throbbing with want.
*
He grunted, slipping a hand between my thighs, and he growled in satisfaction as he felt my wetness for by now, at his touch, my thighs were also slick with my creaminess. Helplessly, I rubbed myself against his body, wanting him, longing for his rough touch, the fire in me that could only be doused by my lover.
‘Ah, I like to come home to a well-trained wet bi*ch, ready and waiting for her Master’s c*ck,’ he growled mocking me, his rough unshaven chin rubbing abrasively against my breast and I moaned.
‘Open your legs, sl*t,’ he commanded and I complied as he hefted me up on the table beside the large mirror. I loved him although his abusive, vulgar words as he made love to me, never ceased to jar.
My full breasts were shuddering, the hard nipples invitingly thrust out for him to take them in his warm mouth.
As he continued to toy with me, trailing a hand, fingers slick with my wetness, down to my throat, I met his eyes, begging him silently to take me. I moved and his eyes, those pale, grey-blue orbs, gleamed with lust, as they moved over my body.
But my lover was in a mood to tease me cruelly, to punish me.
Gripping a handful of my damp brown hair, he tipped my head back, his teeth grazing my earlobe, moving to my throat as he murmured,
‘So, Schwartz kissed you, eh?’
I stiffened my eyes going to his face, moving over his cold, controlled expression.
His eyes glinting, he easily held my arms, overpowering me as he said,
‘Remember, wh*re, the only man whom you will service is I. Lucien Delano.’
I moved back, face flaming, becoming aware that I was perched on the table, naked, my thighs wet ad he pinched my clit, making me sob.
“Lucien,” I whispered,’ You know…’
His mouth moved to mine, crushing my lips and I wilted under his brutal kiss of ownership.
He lifted me easily and carried me to the bed where he threw me down, climbing over me in one swift movement. I lay, wide-eyed, willing him to understand.
There was a contained violence in him and I felt a flutter of anticipation, of fear within me.
‘Lucien,’ I began again but he reached up and before I knew what he was doing, my hands were bound above me, to the bed. I lay, wriggling, trying to free myself. But my lover was already taking out his massive member and I gasped as he thrust into me, fiercely and with a kind of controlled violence.
‘B*tch, you belong to me, understand,’ he growled hoarsely and he proceeded to bring me to the edge of a climax, only to withdraw himself and empty himself on my belly. I stared at him, eyes wide with unfulfilled desire, panting.
He smiled, an evil smile as he bent to take my mouth.
‘You deserve to be punished, little sl*t’ he snarled.
I writhed about,’ Please Lucien, I …’ he watched me and then, he was lying beside me, his hands on my belly, moving to my quivering breasts.
‘Tonight, I shall make you understand what it is to tease your Master, little one, by inviting the advances of another man,’ he breathed as I turned my face to his helplessly. Then his hands slid further and I moaned, hips rising as he slipped a hand over my mound, two fingers roughly invading my wet, eager sex, playing with my clit.
I sobbed, hips rolling as I whimpered, begging him to give me release. But once again, the hand withdrew and I turned to look at him helplessly, begging for fulfilment.
He bent his head to my hard nipples, taking them between his teeth, one after the other, nipping hard as he said,
“You are MINE.’
I nodded helplessly and said, in a tortured whisper,
“I want you, Lucien Delano! Please, please, let me come…’
“Ah, Woman.’ He growled, ‘Just shut the f*ck up.’
But he was swinging his leg over me, mounting me and I breathed in longing and relief as he shoved his manhood into my core, making me raise my hips with a gasp, to accept him fully.
He placed his hands on either side of my head as he bit my lower lip as I climaxed repeatedly, and then he growled, raising his head and sinking his teeth into my neck, as I cried out in exultation as I came in a rush,
‘Happy Valentine’s Day, Woman.’