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"I want you to wear this." In his palm he held a lovely golden bracelet. With a little
heart shaped lock. Holding the two halves together, he unlocked it with a small key.
Eyeing him with suspicion, Jane wondered why he would give her jewellery.
"It's beautiful, but I can't accept such a thing."
This man did not like having to repeat himself. He simply seized her right wrist and
snapped it around, re-locking it. It was a little loose, but she could not get it off.
"You will." There was finality to his words which set Jane on edge.
"What is it?"
"Tis a promise bracelet. It will protect you from other men." Jane felt she was living in
a perpetual state of confusion with all the new things Drystan told her.
"How?"
"Tis my claim on you. You, Jane Walker, belong to me now. I am your Protector."
Jane blinked as she realised what he meant. Jane's temper flared and she jumped to
her feet.
"Oh, no, no, no. Take it off this instant." She tried tugging it over her hand. The thing
was too small. It would not go.
"Drystan, I will not belong to anyone, especially you! I am not, not property!" Her
voice level had risen. She had felt her cheeks flame red in anger and frustration.
"So you would prefer me to give you to Anyon or Saraid?"
"I'm not anyone's to give!" Jane refused to back down. "You're...you're an
intimidating bully. And I won't have it. I won't have you!"
He just smiled at her.
Grrrr! In all her life she had never known such a frustrating man! She stomped her
foot.
"Enough," he said. "Bed. You must rest now. Tomorrow will be a long day."
"No friggen way am I sleeping here with you," she said, folding her arms across her
chest. How dare he do this to her.
"Are all Earth women as stubborn as you?" he asked, seemingly undaunted by her
outburst of temper.
"Oh, matey, you have nooo idea. We are stubborn, headstrong, fiery. We are not
mild, meek or subservient."
"Then I shall delight in teaching you the error of your ways. The way a woman should
be to her man." Jane rolled her eyes, groaning in frustration at his arrogance. But the
exhaustion of the day was beginning to get to her. So much had happened. All Jane
wanted to do was sleep. Keeping her pride intact, there was no way she was going
to stay in the same room as Drystan or she'd never get any sleep tonight.
"I will not sleep on that bed. And I will not sleep with you." She waved her finger at
him. He gave a casual shrug.
"I think you shall miss my warmth, Jane. And the untold pleasures I can give you."
He gave her a seductive smile. Jane swallowed hard, having already tasted some of
the pleasure Drystan could give her. She fought against her traitor's body, screaming
to throw herself back into his arms, beg him to finish what he'd started earlier that
evening. Drystan sat down on the bed, giving the bed cover an inviting pat to beckon
her forth. "But I shall sleep here."
Jane glared at him, hands on her hips as she glanced around the room weighing her
options. She searched for a place to sleep. She wasn't going to give him the
satisfaction of giving in. Jane marched into the bathroom and slammed the door.
Here would do just fine.
 Chapter Seven
She was such a stubborn woman. He could hear her pacing back and forth in the
wash room, muttering aloud. "Stupid arrogant men, nothing but male chauvinist pigs,
never heard of women's rights. How dare he do this to me!"
Drystan lay on his bed, far from tired, his body still aching with need. He longed to
march into the wash chamber, rip off her clothes, and swallow her protests with his
mouth before sinking himself between her soft, creamy thighs. His mouth tightened
into a thin line. A muscle worked in his jaw. He needed release or would never get
any rest this night. He would not take it out on Jane. No, he wanted her soft and
willing. She needed to recognise her own body's needs and surrender to him freely.
Drystan jerked himself to the edge of the bed before releasing the top of his turrets.
He groaned as his hard, thick cock swung free. He would simply have to take
matters into his own hands. He gripped his cock, squeezing at the base, before
sliding up to his sensitive tip. Closing his eyes, he imagined Jane's hand soft around
his width. He pumped up and down, seeing her lovely, plump breasts, beautiful
nipples drawn into hard berries, aching for him to touch and taste them. He pondered
what her sweet mouth would feel like on his cock, hot, wet, and oh so sweet. Her
tongue would swipe along his slit before licking down the underside. Drystan
collected his weeping pre-cum at the tip to lubricate as he pumped his hand harder
and faster, tugging, pulling. It did not take long to feel the first pulls of his release.
Drystan groaned deeply, his hand pumping in short jerks until his seed spilled out
onto the floor. He let his breathing calm before pushing to his feet. It was no
substitute for Jane, but it would do for now. He would only be truly sated once he
had his Blue-fire. Even then he doubted he would ever get enough of her. Normally
he would do this in the wash chamber, but it was occupied...He needed a towel to
clean up the floor. Tucking his cock back in, he fastened his turrets and headed into
the wash chamber. He braced himself for the string of verbal insults she would hurl.
Surprisingly he was greeted with silence. Glancing around, he spotted her asleep on
a pile of towels and clothes in the corner of the chamber. Her pale, brown hair
splayed over a dark, makeshift pillow.
She had called herself plain. Why did she think herself unattractive? Surely she had
seen his desire for her. What kind of a world had she come from where women were
devalued thus? He knelt down, brushing a few strands of hair from her face. The
simple contact brought warmth to his skin. He was amazed at how this small woman
could affect him so deeply.
Self loathing was something impregnated from childhood, drummed, beaten into a
person. He would like to get his hands on the ones responsible for his woman's poor
self image. Drystan wanted to see her shine like the jewel she was. He had seen
such strength of spirit. It was his duty as her Protector to draw out her full potential.
He scooped her up in his arms. She stirred momentarily to nestle into his chest. It felt
right, holding her in his arms, her feminine softness against his hardness. He carried
her to the bed, laying her down on the sheets. Gently, swiftly he undid his belt from
around her waist. The turrets loosened, slipping them down her lovely creamy legs.
Regrettably, he covered her again. He lingered a moment longer gazing on her
lovely face before turning and striding out of their chamber.
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"Jane, awaken." Oh, such a beautiful voice tugging her out of a deep sleep. Her eyes
opened, obeying the command. She sat up dazed from sleep and rubbed her eyes.
Drystan came into focus. He sat at the end of the bed. He was fully dressed
complete with a sword attached to his belt. She frowned, realising she was in his [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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