Proserpina
In a day's time, we were making our way back to Hollowford, seated in the same aircraft that had brought us here. I was sad to leave the beautiful house, but I was truly longing to return to Hollowford, where I had lived with my husband for so long…
Snuggling up to him, I sighed. He was engrossed in his tablet, tapping away, his face a grim study of concentration. His cell phones lay nearby, and every so often, he would glance at them.
Beatrice had accompanied us. Sophie was left to return with the rest of the staff by road. I had wanted to bring Paddy along with us, but Lucien had brusquely dismissed the idea.
The maids were also traveling with us, and I knew they were seated somewhere in the back. Ria and Piers had initially run around the large aircraft, but one stern look from their father had made them settle down. Now they were asleep on the large bed in the spacious sleeping quarters. I sighed again, rubbing my hand over my stomach. I felt slightly queasy and had only had a couple of dry biscuits.
Suddenly, Lucien’s large hand was on mine, gently following the motions of my hand as he stroked my slightly rounding baby bump.
“You feeling okay, woman?” he growled.
I looked into his grey eyes, so cold and cynical but now narrowed in concern, and smiled. Leaning up, I kissed the side of his harsh mouth, lingeringly. Daringly, I put out the tip of my tongue and licked his lower lip before moving away with a stifled giggle when he turned his head to capture my mouth.
His eyes went to my dimpling face, hovering over my mouth, and he said in a rough voice,
“Stop it, woman, or I might just tear off your clothes and f*ck you right here.”
The absurdity of the statement made me giggle.
I laughed and touched his harsh face, tracing his mouth, and gasped as he bit my lingering finger hard.
“You left your mark on me, little woman. Remember last night?” he said, still in a hoarse voice.
I blushed.
He continued, his voice still a harsh whisper,
“And I let you get away with it. Such actions should be punished, don’t you think, eh?”
I remembered being unable to control myself, sinking my teeth into his shoulder and letting him taste what he did to me so often.
“Getting pregnant makes you a wild thing, doesn’t it?” he went on conversationally, lowering his tablet and turning in his seat to look at me as he continued, conversationally in a growl,
“You become like a greedy hellcat… eager to have my c*ck…” His eyes gleamed, and I felt my face grow warm.
“And one that is not easily sated at that, woman.”
“Sssh! Someone will hear us,” I said urgently, suddenly aware that I had awakened the sleeping beast in my lover. Feeling excited and fearful about what might happen next, I could feel the wetness between my thighs and knew my panties would be dripping wet in a few minutes if Lucien continued to talk.
He placed his tablet on the table beside him and turned to face me.
“My plane. My Woman.” He growled, and I dimpled at him.
“So if I want to take you here, I will,” he went on slowly, his eyes on my mouth.
Arrogant as ever, I thought as I licked my lips provocatively.
And then I stopped as I saw the glint in his eyes.
He would not dare… I thought, breathing faster.
He leaned into me, his hot breath fanning my cheeks as he murmured,
“Do you doubt me, woman?”
“No, Sir,” I breathed. And I could not refrain from teasing him a little.
“But this is impossible even for you, my Master,” I murmured, tracing my finger down his trouser leg, stopping inches away from what I could see was a huge hard-on. Teasingly, I let my hand trail over his hard member, and he grunted.
The children were on the bed, and I knew Lucien would not do anything to disturb them.
Condescendingly, almost pityingly, I said in a soft tone,
“Let us wait till the aircraft touches down. And then you may…”
He looked at me, his cold eyes heating up, glowing with a desire to take up my challenge. His eyes dropped to my demure white suit, lingering on my full breasts straining against the buttons, and I prettily placed a hand on his hard jaw and whispered.
“There, there, Lucien Delano. You cannot win them all. You might be a Boss and all that on the ground, but up here…”
I let my voice trail away and lightly flicked his hard cheek.
His eyes narrowed to slits as he grabbed my hand and, turning my palm to his warm mouth, he bit the inside of my thumb. I groaned, shuddering. Just the feel of his mouth made me want to arch my body into him.
“Challenging me, eh, my little slave?” he rasped softly, and I shivered in anticipation at the note in his silky tone and pouted.
“Would I dare, Master?” I whispered saucily.
The cold eyes burned into me, branding me as his belonging.
He came to a decision. Gripping my elbow firmly, he stood up.
“Get up, woman,” he ordered hoarsely.
Raising my head, I stared at him in bewilderment.
Lowering his voice so that I was the only one who could hear him, he growled,
“I am taking you to the washroom. I need to put my c*ck in you, where it belongs, and teach you a few lessons. And while we are at it, I need to tutor you on obedience, little wife.”
He stood up, and I rose to my feet, knowing that he meant what he was saying. My breathing quickened, and I knew I was getting aroused just by seeing the determined look on my husband’s face. He was going to make good on his threat. And I longed for it.
Truly, being pregnant made my hormones go wild, I thought hysterically. I simply could not have enough of this man. And the more dominant he was, the more my body seemed to crave it.
The maids glanced at me questioningly, but one look at Lucien’s hard face, and they quickly lowered their eyes. They were mortally afraid of him.
“I need to use the washroom,” I said brightly as I was led away, my lover’s hard hand in the small of my back guiding me purposefully to the washroom.