Primal Attraction

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Chapter Twelve

Johanna walked through the gates of the palace, deciding to skip the fireworks display. She had given Patrick a break and met up with her aunt and Martin, sending him off to enjoy the rest of the festival with his wife. After they visited a number of booths selling home designed pottery and wooden crafts, she found Michael and decided to use him as her escort.

They spent hours talking about the old days, and everything that was currently happening in each other’s lives. He told her that he met a young man at the coronation celebration, who talked him into joining him at the bordello. They had rented, as he called it, the services of two lovely Ladies. With the guidance of this new friend, he discovered an interesting technique of seduction, and actually enjoyed a woman’s pussy for the first time in his life.

Johanna wasn’t in much of a mood to hear the sorted details but learned that this new friend of his was into men as much as he was women. They spent an entire night in the company of the ladies, having sex with them, as well as with each other. He assured her, he found a way of fucking that he never knew existed. After he returned to the palace, he called his ex-boyfriend, Jordan, and invited him to Westerly to explore this new avenue of sex. Much to his surprise, he said yes.

Michael was excited to see him again, and even arranged an encounter with the new friend at the bordello. He insisted that sex was much better in groups and was eager to join the men with a couple of rented ladies for a night of perverted depravity, as Johanna termed it.

By the time the fireworks were ready to go off, she was ready to return to the palace. Michael hired a horse-drawn carriage and sat as her escort until she arrived back at the front gates of her gilded cage. Now she was alone, allowing her a chance to review her day’s events, as she always did before going to sleep.

She had just about reached the top step of the palace entrance when the sound of footsteps fell on the cobblestone path behind her. Immediately, her nerves came alive and she turned, ready to defend herself against anyone trying to sneak up on her. Instead of finding a sneaky thief, or would-be abductor, she saw the handsome figure of the man she’d been longing to see all afternoon.

Samuel stepped up beside her and bowed, aware that photographers were still lingering just beyond the gates. He smiled at her as he opened the door, escorting her inside. Once the barrier was closed, he took her into the dark parlor. Before she had the chance to speak, he had wrapped her in his arms, easing her against the hard wall of his chest, and claimed her mouth as his.

“I’m sorry I left you,” he whispered a few heated moments later. “I had to get away before I punched someone.”

“I completely understand,” she said as she ran her fingers through his hair, smiling as he closed his eyes enjoying her touch.

“So, Patrick told you about that braggart?” he asked walking with her to the settee and sitting down with her beside him.

“Yes, he said you were schoolmates and he claimed to have had an affair with Melinda before you married her.”

“I didn’t believe him at the time, but after this morning…” his voice trailed off as he looked down at their conjoined hands. “She wasn’t a virgin on our wedding night as she claimed to be. Since I have never bedded a virgin, I had no idea she was lying to me. Oh sure, she acted as if it were hurting her, but there was no blood, no tenderness the next time we had sex, like there was with you.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, unsure exactly how to respond to him.

“Spend the night with me,” he said suddenly, turning to her. He slipped his hand into her hair, cupping her cheek gently. “I need you with me. I don’t know if I have the strength to let you go.”

“How am I supposed to explain a man in my bed when Annette comes up to lay out my clothes in the morning?” she asked him, closing her eyes and enjoying his warm touch.

“Then come with me. You used to be very good at sneaking out. We’ll take a change of clothes with us and I’ll have you home before your maid notices you’re gone.”

“But that would be lying, and I don’t lie.”

“It’s only lying if you try to make an excuse to leave.”

“What would you tell your parents?” she asked, contemplating how she was to escape unseen.

“We won’t go to the manor,” he told her watching her eyes as she considered the possibility. “I have my own place. I just haven’t used it in a really long time. I spent the past three nights there, dreaming of you.”

“Then nobody will know I’m not here,” she said, with a thoughtful expression. “I can pack a small bag with a change of clothes, but I’ll have to be back here by dawn.”

“I’ll bring you home whenever you tell me,” he promised with a smile.

“Give me five minutes,” she said excitedly, leaning into him and kissing his lips briefly as she hurried from the room and up the stairs to her private residence.

Samuel stood and walked to the bar, flipping on the lights above it. He had spent a fitful day in remembrance of the past and had to come to the realization that Melinda had lied to him. She was so good at lying, there was no reason not to believe her. She always had a way of turning on the tears whenever they were needed, which she did when the rumors of her affair with Sorensen came out. If he had known what kind of woman she was before marrying her…his thoughts trailed off. He wasn’t sure what he would have done. Maybe he would have refused to marry her. He definitely would never have defended her in the face of the rumors.

He poured a generous amount of brandy into a snifter then returned to the settee to wait for Johanna. If Melinda had lied about her innocence, then maybe the rumor he’d heard about her being pregnant before they were married was true. Did that mean he had buried another man’s child with his name?

He swallowed a large mouthful of the liquor then leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He could still feel the lifeless body of that tiny baby in his arms as he cried for him. Regardless whether the child was his or not, he deserved a name and a loving burial. The baby was innocent in his mother’s deception, as much as he was. In his mind, the child would always be his, and he would always mourn his loss.

The door opened again, and Samuel looked up to see Alissa step in. She was in the arms of Martin who pressed her against the wall behind the door, kissing her passionately. Samuel felt an awkwardness he had never been a party to. He wasn’t sure if he should interrupt them, or try and sneak out, but there was no other door, besides the one leading to the terrace. If he went out there, then that meant Johanna would catch her aunt in a situation she had turned her eyes away from.

Deciding there was no other option, he softly cleared his throat, causing the lovers to turn and look at him. He grinned at them as they walked hesitantly into the parlor, switching on the light as they passed it.

“Good evening,” he said with a half grin.

“Hello,” Alissa said with a deep blush as she and Martin sat on the sofa opposite him. “We didn’t know anyone was in here.”

“I was waiting for Johanna,” Samuel answered, then instantly regretted it when he saw the curious expression cross the faces looking at him.

“Why?” Martin asked boldly.

“We are going to spend the rest of the evening together,” he answered, hoping it didn’t sound too suspicious.

“The fireworks should be fun to see,” Alissa said, offering the man a way out of his situation.

“They always are.”

“I know she’d enjoy watching them,” Martin said in a tone that assured his young intruder he was more interested in the evening’s events rather than the fireworks. “What are you going to do after they’re finished?”

“I’m…not sure right off,” Samuel said, looking down at his brandy. “I promised to show her through the festival, but I had work to do and left her under the care of Patrick. I feel bad I wasn’t there as I promised.”

“So…you’re going to show her the festival…after it’s closed down?”

“Not exactly,” Samuel said, fighting to hide the look of embarrassment from his inspector.

“Then what are you going to do?” Martin asked with a look of paternal concern on his aging face.

“I don’t know. Maybe take in a movie, have a bite to eat. We’ll leave it up to the stars to decide.”

“That’s about as vague of an explanation as I’ve ever heard,” Alissa smiled. “I suppose we’ll have to trust you with my niece’s care since you are her personal guard. Just be careful how far you take your…services to her.”

“Johanna isn’t about to let me do anything she’s not willing to do herself,” Samuel assured them. “I’m afraid if I stepped out of line, she’d knock me back into it.”

“There’s no doubt about that,” Alissa laughed.

“Yes…well…” Samuel hesitated, hoping to get free of the two before they started asking more direct questions he wasn’t prepared to answer. He quickly finished the drink in his hand then set the glass aside. “I’ll leave you to finish…whatever it was you were starting. I’ll wait for Johanna in the foyer.”

“Can I ask you something?” Alissa began stopping him from leaving the room. “When did you stop calling her by her title, and started calling her by her name?”

“I think it was when she was sixteen,” he told them honestly.

He didn’t pause to clarify his answer. He just left the room and the two lovers to speculate on his comment.

Johanna sat next to Samuel, watching the last of the fireworks as they exploded in the sky. She really didn’t regret skipping the event, though she assured herself there would be two more nights of participating in the display, and more years than she could imagine.

Samuel glanced sideways to her as they drove back to his home. He was glad now that he had called his housekeeper and told her he was moving back into the house. With his dirty socks picked up and the kitchen stocked with food, he knew he’d be able to offer Johanna anything her heart desired, from peanut butter sandwiches to eggs benedict.

“You still haven’t finished telling me about the first time you saw me,” she said, looking back to him as the fireworks ended.

“I can’t remember where I left off.”

“I was more interested in the foal than you, so you were able to stay off to the side and watch me.”

“That’s right. You really do have a photographic memory,” he smiled at her. “But as I recall it, we left off discussing your incredible body.”

“I hoped to skip that part,” she giggled. “It seems to have an odd reaction on your libido.”

“I don’t recall you complaining much.”

“The story, please.”

Samuel chuckled then reached across the seat and took her arm, pulling her closer until she was sitting right next to him. He gently placed his hand on the inside of her knee as he picked up his tale from where he left off.

“You know, you made me feel like a pervert,” he began. “I couldn’t stop thinking about that beautiful bottom of yours. I’ve kept the memory of it in my mind for five long years, hoping you’d return.”

“And now that I have?”

“We’ll discuss the options when we get home.”

“The story please,” she insisted again.

“Alright, fine. Now, let me see…that afternoon was my final lesson at the bordello, so I was filled with confidence and convinced I would be able to please any woman on the planet. If you had only been a couple years older…” his voice trailed off in a soft growl.

“I wish I would have noticed you,” she said.

“It’s probably a good thing you didn’t,” he chuckled. “I’d hate to think the little princess would be forced into marriage at such a young age.”

“Why would I have to get married?” she frowned.

“Because I would have stolen your innocence. It’s not exactly proper for the heir to the throne to be caught in such a compromising position.”

“You keep getting side tracked,” she giggled. “Finish the story.”

“Fine,” he grumbled as his hand began to caress her inner leg. “My father had been nagging me for months to get married. He thought I was old enough to take responsibility of a family, and he wanted to make certain there was an heir to his own title before he died.”

“How old were you?”

“Eighteen, and before you argue about it, most men on Westerly marry between eighteen and twenty. I suppose it’s because they need someone to practice all the unique sexual games we’re taught at the bordellos. Anyway, our parents had always been best friends. They were witnesses to each other’s weddings, and all of that stuff. They had gotten together and decided it was time both of us were married, and betrothed Melinda to me. The morning after I’d seen you at the stables, Father told me what they had decided and insisted I marry Melinda.”

Samuel’s voice held a tone of disinterest in the subject, and Johanna understood completely. Especially after speaking with Patrick.

“I had spent a restless night dreaming of a young, tight bottom, and full beautiful breasts. I can’t tell you the many ways I dreamt of making love to you. Even a hard hand job and a long cold shower didn’t help me forget you.”

“You don’t have to go into that much detail,” she frowned, looking at him with a playful snarl.

“I suppose I could blame my marriage…or at least my agreeing to the idea…on you.”

Johanna frowned for real this time, wondering if he held her responsible for all that happened in his marriage.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, bringing his eyes back to look at her.

“Hey, it’s not your fault,” he told her when he saw the hurt echoing in her deep purple eyes. “Our parents were determined to have grandchildren, and my father insisted he needed an heir for Spring Arbor. That’s all he cared about at the time, and there wasn’t going to be an escape for me, short of death or dismemberment.”

“But if I hadn’t come to the stables…”

“I wouldn’t have known the princess was such a beautiful young woman, until you arrived back on Westerly. Sweetheart, I don’t blame you. The marriage was destined to fail, even before we walked down the aisle. Melinda was a hateful, conniving, spoiled little bitch, and I was too stubborn to give her what she thought she deserved. We were complete opposites and after the first week, the only way we communicated was by fighting. If she hadn’t died…we would never have lasted. I had already contacted my attorney and filed for full custody of Jason. I promised to give her a considerable sum in exchange for a quick, uncontested divorce.”

“Just please don’t hate me,” she said in a quiet voice.

Samuel pulled over beneath the limb of a banana tree and placed his car in park, then turned to her. He lifted her chin with the gentle touch of his finger and kissed her lips tenderly.

“I could never hate you, my darling,” he assured her. “What I feel for you is so much deeper than anything I’ve ever felt before, especially with Melinda. I’ve spent the past five years dreaming of you. When Nora began to develop an admiration toward you, I helped encourage it. The more she knew, the more I knew. Johanna,” he began, cupping her cheek in his hand and looking into her eyes. “I care very deeply for you. I have for a long time. I think I’m beginning to fall…” he stopped when he saw the horror fill her face as she braced herself for the dreaded ‘L’ word. “I won’t say it,” he promised as he leaned into her and kissed her soft lips. “I’ll just say…I’m obsessed with you. and addicted to this…amazing body.”

“Samuel, I’m cursed. You can’t…”

“Shh,” he told her kissing her again. “We’re not discussing that now. Maybe never. Just know I don’t blame you for what happened between Melinda and myself. All I want is for you to trust me, and to know I’ll never be far from your side.”

“I spoke with Patrick this afternoon,” she began watching the anger cross his blue eyes. “He cares a great deal for you. You’re very lucky to have a friend like that.”

“Thank you,” he told her, kissing her briefly before pulling his truck back onto the road.

“I talked with Michael today too,” she told him a moment later. “He told me about spending the night at the bordello.”

“I thought he was gay?”

“He is…or was…or something like that. Anyway, he said he went there with a guy he’d met at the coronation, and they enjoyed the ladies as well as each other.”

“I know when some men go to the homes, they explore each other as well as the women.”

“Have you ever…”

“No, I’ve never been curious about another man’s body. I enjoy the touch of a woman, and the heat of her mouth.”

“Would you ever?” she asked watching the frown pull his brows down across his blue eyes.

“If you’re suggesting we join your friend…”

“Not at all. That would be really creepy.”

“Then why do you ask?”

“I suppose I’m just curious about that place,” she told him honestly. “I watched a documentary on the formation of the homes. At least I think it was a documentary. There were some pretty explicit sex scenes. I wasn’t expecting it to be so…detailed.”

“Did you enjoy watching it?” he asked with a grin, pulling his truck into the driveway of his house. He pressed the controller on the visor above his head and pulled slowly into the garage.

“I suppose so,” she told him honestly. “I didn’t understand that much about sex until I watched that show. It left me with a lot of questions, but I know if I tell Alissa, she’ll flip her lid.”

“You can ask me,” he told her as he shut off the truck and opened the door. “I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

Johanna slid across the seat, bringing her small bag with her then waited as he closed the truck door. They walked hand-in-hand to the door joining the house to the large garage, and she paused beside him as he pressed a button, securing the vehicle inside from vandals or would be thieves.

“I have a bottle of wine in the fridge,” he told her as they stepped into the house, walking down the hallway to the kitchen. “If you’ll get that, I’ll put your bag upstairs.” He flipped on the light and kissed her briefly before turning around but paused in the hallway. “I have three bedrooms, if you want your own.”

“Is that why you brought me here? So we could share opposite beds?”

Johanna smiled as Samuel tossed her bag across his shoulder, whistling as he headed up the stairs without answering her question.

She found the bottle of white wine on the shelf in the fridge, along with a bowl of strawberries and a wrapped block of cheese. She took two crystal wine glasses out of the cupboard beside the fridge, then turned to the sink. By the time Samuel returned, she had poured the wine, and cut off several pieces of cheese. She was working on removing the stems and leaves of the berries when he slipped his arms around her waist, kissing her neck. Johanna tipped her head to offer him more of her neck to explore, sighing as his hands slipped under the front of the tee-shirt she had changed into back at the palace before leaving. For a brief moment, all she could do was enjoy the sensation he was creating by playing with her breasts through the soft lacy fabric of her bra.

“You look very domesticated in the kitchen. I’ll bet the press would love to get a glimpse of you right now.”

“Let them,” she smiled, watching as he moved to stand beside her, stuffing a piece of cheese in his mouth and leaning his hip against the counter. “I like cooking, and I’m quite good at it. I had a tutor whose parents owned a restaurant in France. She taught me some amazing dishes, despite Alissa’s insistence that a duchess and a future queen never had to know how to cook.”

“Well, I for one, am very happy you know how. I can cook a few simple dishes, enough to prevent starving, and I’m great at grilling steaks, but I really don’t care much for the whole house-husband thing. I’d rather be the one shooting the meal than cooking it.”

“Primal instinct,” she said under her breath.

“What’s that?” he asked her with a curious look.

Johanna drew a deep breath, uncertain if she should tell him her theory of the logic behind their attraction to each other. Instead, she rinsed off the knife and set it aside, then lifted the plate with the food and handed it to him.

“Shall we eat in front of the telly, like commoners, or in bed like perverted deviants?” she asked with a smile.

“In bed, of course,” he chuckled as he took the plate and led her out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

“This is a lovely home,” she told him as they passed the door to the library.

She had to control the nerves jumping in her stomach before she backed out of the whole thing, and investigating her surroundings was the best excuse she could think of.

“Thank you. It’s not as elaborate as the manor or the palace, but it’s mine and it’s paid for.”

“How long have you lived here?”

“I purchased it the summer before Melinda and I were married,” he told her as they reached the bedroom door.

“Did you live here with her?”

Johanna couldn’t hide the jealous tone from her voice, causing him to look at her with a knowing grin.

“Sort of. We were only here a week before I left her.”

“If you don’t want to discuss it, I won’t pry.”

“Good,” he smiled, setting the plate on a small table outside the bedroom door.

He turned and took the glasses from her hand, setting them aside as well, then with a playful grin, he bent over and lifted her across his shoulder, carrying her into the bedroom.

Johanna giggled as he easily supported her weight, then yelped in surprise when he slapped her backside hard enough to sting. Samuel chuckled when she reached behind her with a hand to rub her bottom.

“That’s my job,” he told her, slapping her bottom again before tossing her on the bed.

He watched her as she bounced once on the firm mattress, then winked at her and walked away. He stepped back into the hallway, retrieving their evening snack then kicked the door closed behind him as he moved toward her. He set the glasses on the bedside table, then took the plate he had balanced on the top of them and set down on the bed next to her.

“That was not very romantic,” she argued with feigned irritation as he slipped a slice of strawberry into her mouth.

“Perhaps not, but the last woman I carried across that threshold was a beast. I didn’t want to repeat history.”

“So, I’m not a beast?” she asked him, lying beside him on the bed, bracing herself on her elbow.

“Nope,” he smiled taking a bite of cheese. “You’re the beauty to the beast.”

“Oh, so you’re a beast?”

“Yep, and I’ll prove it soon enough. Right now, let’s discuss these questions you had about the bordellos.”

Samuel watched her frown while she took small bites of a slice of cheese, knowing her brain was racing a mile a minute. The one thing he admired most about this woman was her intellect. She had the mind necessary to correct the mistakes her cousin created - or rather allowed the Elders to cause - as well as logically analyzing every detail of any situation she was confronted with.

“The show told the reason behind the women shaving their…down there,” she began with a soft blush when she saw his smile. “But why did they have to wash inside?”

“Because he didn’t like to bed women who had traces of another man’s cum on them,” Samuel answered honestly, nearly laughing at the color stealing into her cheeks.

“Could you possibly use a different phrase?” she grumbled, stuffing the last of the cheese in her mouth.

“Perhaps, as soon as you stop saying down there. Every body part has a name, and if you don’t want to use it then use the slang.”

“I’d rather not, thank you.”

“Next question,” he said with a smile as he placed a piece of strawberry in his mouth, licking his fingers afterward.

“What was with the sponges?”

“They were used as contraception at one point,” he told her as he reached for the wine glasses and handed her one. “Today there’s no need for them, but some couples still like to use them. It heightens their anticipation.”

“What for?” she frowned, taking a sip from her glass.

“For one thing, it adds flavor during foreplay. King Edward once suggested lemon juice, which was a common belief that it would make the sperm sterile. It didn’t, but they didn’t have many other choices, besides lamb intestine to use as condoms.”

“That’s gross,” she grumbled with a sour expression.

“You wouldn’t have thought so back then,” he assured her. “King Ian created a fruity concoction of pineapple, orange, and lemon juices. Men loved it, and it’s still used to this day. It’s the main staple for the cleansing step.”

“So, it’s used primarily for the purpose of…” her voice trailed off as she frowned, trying to understand exactly how the product was being used.

“Oral sex,” he clarified. “The women use it vaginally and rectally to encourage a man to eat her. She can also use it on him, by washing his penis with the juice before she…”

“And do they like it? The women I mean,” she asked, interrupting him from explaining the act in detail.

“The juice or licking it off?”

“Both, I suppose.”

“Yes, they do. Nearly as much as a man enjoys it.”

“I see,” she said, taking another piece of cheese. “The juice is an original idea, but what about gratuities? What’s the purpose of those?”

“You read Edward’s journals. It explained why didn’t it?” he asked with a half grin as her face continued to color.

Even as embarrassed as she was to talk about this, she was far more curious. She was like a sponge. Absorbing every ounce of information as she could.

“It did, but I didn’t understand it, and the movie didn’t do much to explain it other than what I’d already read.”

“The gratuities were the only money the whores got for themselves. The barkeeper, or the madam, whoever was in charge of keeping the women in line, took all the money from the men and gave the girls enough for a single meal a day. Most of the whores either didn’t have a place to stay, or they lived on the streets or in squalors. They never earned enough money to pull themselves out of the gutters. Edward felt that the women did the work, so the women should receive the payment, not whoever they worked for. That’s why he developed the gratuity system. It’s still followed, and demanded, by the bordellos today.”

“But why did they have to use their own bodies? Why not a coin purse, or even their shoes?”

“The madams or the tavern owners, wherever it was the women worked, searched the girls after every trick they turned. If they were holding out on them, keeping a share of the money the man paid, then they were beaten. The only way to give the women what Edward felt they were owed, was to hide it in a place nobody would look, so the money, or for some pirates, jewels and trinkets, were placed inside the woman’s vagina after she cleansed at the end of the session. They are held secure by gauze wrappings, or even cotton. Since the invention of tape, some men prefer to tape the woman shut.”

“Why?” she asked with a horror-struck expression.

“Because it hurts to peel it off, and the idea stimulates the man’s mind when he leaves her. A lot of people really enjoy pain during sex, even a little bit.”

“Okay…again, why?” she asked sitting up on the bed and folding her legs under her.

“A little pain can take the mind off whatever is happening at the time and create a stimulating experience,” he told her. He inspected her from head to knee, feeling the side effects of talking about sex on his libido.

“Are you saying, the Bordellos encourage men to become sadists?” she asked with a worried expression.

“Nothing like that. The pain is for the benefit of both partners. Spanking is a fun way to introduce pain, without causing injury, especially when you consider the pleasure received by soothing the sting. There are some men who like hard, sadistic pain during, or in place of sex, but most of the men just like a bit of stimulation.”

“Edward’s journals explained the punishment process,” she continued looking into space as she thought about the encounter described in her ancestor’s research. “Why do the women only get six chances? Why not ten, or twelve?”

“I’m not sure if there was a reason behind that, other than six was a round number. I always thought it was because a man can’t hold back his excitement any longer, and more than six can become very painful, and that turns off the mood they had set between them.”

“I see,” she said, reaching for the strawberries. “What about multiple partners? The documentary showed two whores with Ian. What’s so exciting about that?”

“Close your eyes and imagine two men,” he told her watching as she raised a single eyebrow. “Just do it,” he chuckled reaching over and gently closing her eyes for her. “Now, imagine two tongues caressing your neck. Moving slowly down your chest.”

Samuel moved his fingers down her body as he spoke, noting the slight increase in her pulse.

“Can you feel the heat of their mouths on your skin?” he asked, smiling when she nodded. “Now, imagine two mouths on your breasts, sucking and licking. Take one of those mouths and move it down between your legs.”

Johanna gasped as she felt the heat of his words caress her. His fingers trailing across her breasts and down her stomach, massaging her inner thigh very gently, almost like the touch of a breeze.

“Can you feel it?” he asked in a husky whisper.

“Yes,” she answered, her breath panting very slightly.

“Men like two tongues, two mouths, just as much as a woman does.”

Samuel very quietly moved the plate of snacks aside, then leaned over her, pressing her against the mattress as his lips found hers. Johanna moaned against his mouth as his tongue moved slowly into the berry sweet depths, teasing and playing with just the end of her tongue. It was a touch so tender, it nearly made her cry.

“Is that all the questions?” he asked her as he moved his mouth across her cheek.

“Yes…for now,” she answered in a soft whisper.

“Ask me anything, anytime, as long as you’re prepared for the consequences that follow.”

Johanna giggled as his mouth latched onto her collarbone and began to suck. He knew she would be angry in the morning when she looked in a mirror, but he wanted her to remember their night together, and he didn’t care who else knew. He was going to make this woman his, despite what anyone else thought.

Samuel pulled the hem of her tee-shirt up, bunching it under her breast, then slid down the bed and began kissing her exposed stomach. Across her ribs he trailed a moist hot path, deliberately tickling her with the tip of his tongue. Johanna giggled and squirmed beneath him but was held in place with a strong hand across her hips. Using the fingers of the hand restraining her, he unfastened the button on her jeans, then tugged them across her slender hips with her silky panties, keeping them around her knees.

His tongue moved further down her body until he reached the apex of her inner thighs. Slipping his hands beneath her bottom, he lifted her upward toward his lips as he moved off the bed to kneel beside it. Johanna moaned again, then gasped when he raised her legs above her, holding them in midair.

The feel of his mouth against the back of her thighs was enough to drive her wild with desire, but it wasn’t until he began kissing his way to her buttocks that she felt the erotic dizziness begin to take over her senses. All the talk of sex, combined with Samuel’s tongue, had her panting with need. He smiled as he burned a moist trail across the firm cheeks, one at a time, before nipping at them with his teeth. He knew she was nearly spent, but he also knew how to bring a woman to full satisfaction. After all, wasn’t that the purpose of four years of lessons in the art of making love?

Johanna’s fingers wrapped around the duvet beneath her to try and regain her composure. She wanted to take this further. She wanted to explore him as eagerly as he was her, but he was pushing her closer to the climatic edge. Just when Johanna was certain she could take no more, he lowered her legs and removed the material keeping her restrained. With a lustful smile, he took her hands in his and raised her to a sitting position in front of him.

“You have never looked lovelier,” he told her as he smoothed her hair away from her passion filled face. “I could spend the rest of my life looking into those eyes and never see the depths of your unique soul.”

“Don’t say it,” she warned him, feeling the confession growing far deeper than she was willing to accept.

Samuel smiled at her, then leaned in and kissed her with all the love he wasn’t allowed to voice. He traced her soft lips with the tip of his tongue before slowly slipping it into her mouth, teasing and caressing the sweet texture.

Very slowly, he allowed his fingers to stroke the embers burning inside her as he unfastened her bra and slid her shirt upwards. Moving away from her for a brief moment, he removed the last of her clothing, then tossed them aside and looked back down to her.

She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever known, but it wasn’t just a physical attraction he had to her. The feelings went so much deeper than that, and a part of him felt the sorrow for never being able to tell her.

“I want to know everything,” she whispered, hesitantly reaching out to unfasten his pants.

“You will know it all, I promise,” Samuel moaned deep in his chest, staying her hands on his belt. “But not now. I’ve waited far too long as is, and I haven’t the patience for much more.”

Johanna moved back on the bed, settling against the soft duvet beneath her. Samuel quickly removed his clothing, then joined her, settling between her slender legs, bracing himself on his elbows above her. He caressed her cheek tenderly with one long finger as he explored her beautiful features, setting to memory each line and curve. He smiled down to her, kissing her lips with a soft brush of his, before deepening his touch and kissing her with all the desire he held in restraints.

Slipping her hands around his neck, Johanna held him close to her as he settled down across her breast. She could feel the soft, almost invisible hair of his chest stimulating her nipples, his manhood strong and warm against her inner thigh. She bent one knee, bracing her foot on the bed next to his hip, allowing him to settle against her more intimately.

Samuel growled at the contact her simple movement caused, then shifted his hips slightly until the tip of his throbbing penis was pressed against her moist portal. He remained tight against her for a long moment before he broke their kiss and stared into the deep purple color of her passion filled eyes.

“I have never wanted a woman more than I do right now,” he whispered. “I know how you feel…I know you’re more frightened of what might be, more than not knowing what is, but I will never leave you. I will always be right beside you, through every trial and every victory you endure. A curse only works if one believes in it, and I don’t.”

Johanna braced herself for the next words she knew he would say, and yet a part of her didn’t want to stop him. She wanted to hear his confession, and she only prayed that one day she would be able to return the sentiment. When Samuel leaned into her, his eyes locked with hers, she knew the moment had come, but when she felt the heat of him press into her, she gasped. She had prepared herself for a confession, but it didn’t come. Instead, he told her what his words couldn’t as he made deep passionate love to her.

By the time they had climbed between the sheets and fell asleep, she knew that words meant nothing. It was the emotion and the physical promise that made the expression more endearing. In his arms, she was protected and loved, and for the first time since she was a child, she fell asleep knowing that she wasn’t alone. Her grandfather used to say, hope and love were the greatest voyages yet to be explored, and Johanna knew, with Samuel by her side, she was ready for that trip and many more just like it.

Samuel woke to the bright morning sun shining through the open window and frowned. He turned over and buried his head beneath his pillow and pulled the covers up high. He wasn’t ready to face the day. He was still tired, but when he thought back over the events that left him exhausted, he smiled. He turned back over and tossed the pillow to the end of the bed and sat up. Johanna wasn’t next to him as she had been a few hours ago, and a sudden jolt shot through his heart. What if she regretted their night? What if he frightened her off with his love?

Quickly, he tossed the covers aside and pulled on his discarded pants, hurrying downstairs. He passed the table by the back door and noticed his truck keys were still there, then the open door registered to him and he looked out onto the small side yard facing the east.

Johanna had taken a small rug from the hallway outside and was currently bent forward from the waist with one leg high in the air behind her, her arms stretched out in front. She looked as straight as a board, with only one slender leg to support her. The movement looked difficult, and yet she managed to do it with ease.

Samuel smiled, deciding to leave her to finish whatever it was she was doing and moved quietly into the kitchen. He poured two glasses of orange juice, then looked around. The kitchen had been cleaned with the glasses they had used the night before sitting on a towel next to the sink, along with the plate that held their midnight snack. The sink was cleared from the strawberry stems, and the knife used to cut them was sitting beside the drying plate. The oven was on and the kitchen smelled like a mixture of bacon and eggs, yet there was nothing on the stove. He opened the oven and peeked inside to see the glass casserole dish sitting on the top shelf.

“Stay away from that, or you’ll make it fall,” Johanna said, coming up behind him.

She wore a cream-colored pair of very short shorts and a tight tank top of midnight blue. Her hair was in the usual thick braid, and she appeared wide awake and refreshed. Samuel only hoped he looked awake at this point, after having slept only four hours.

“What is it?” he asked, fighting to ignore the pull on his libido as his eyes drank in her beauty.

“It’s a quiche.”

“What?” he asked with a frown as she moved to the oven and adjusted the temperature.

“A quiche. It’s an egg dish with cheese, bacon, mushrooms, onions, and green peppers. I found everything in your fridge.”

“You really do like to cook, don’t you?” he asked with a grin as she moved to the counter and lifted the full glass of juice.

“I love it. I just wish there were more opportunities for me to do it.”

“Well, if it means anything,” he chuckled, walking behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist, kissing her neck, “you can cook for me whenever you like. I enjoy eating and you enjoy cooking. We make a great couple.”

“Then we’ll get fat together, is that what you’re saying?” she smiled, tipping her head back against his shoulder so he had further access to her slender throat.

“I’m sure we’ll figure out an exercise or two to help work off the calories,” he assured her, running his hands up the inside of her shirt to cup her bare breasts.

“Do you always wake up so…amorous?”

“Only when I have a beautiful woman sharing my bed with me.”

“You are a perverted deviant, aren’t you?”

“Damn right, and you’ll soon get used to it. In fact, I have every intention of making sure you enjoy all I have to teach you.”

“With that in mind,” she said, turning in his embrace and wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’m going to jump in a shower. Care to join me?”

“You don’t have to ask twice,” he smiled. “What about breakfast?”

“It still has forty-five minutes. I’m sure you can show me one or two things in that much time.”

“Count on it,” he smiled, kissing her lips hard as he smacked her bottom, holding her head in his hand to keep her lips against his and to prevent her from backing away. Again, he slapped her bottom, then began to massage it. Once he felt the pain was gone, he slipped his hand beneath the leg of her shorts and squeezed her buttocks.

“Shower,” she moaned when he, at last, let go of her lips.

“In a few minutes,” he growled. He bent over and lifted her over his shoulder, carrying her up the stairs.

Johanna giggled as he held her effortlessly across his broad shoulder, then stopped beside the bed. Samuel turned his face toward her buttocks and kissed her hip bone above the waistband of her shorts, then tossed her to the bed, smiling as she yelped in surprise.

He stood at the side of the bed, his hands on his hips as he watched her lean back on her elbows, her legs spread wide, her feet resting beside each of his knees.

“We need a shower,” she argued with a knowing grin as he unzipped his pants.

“Not yet. You said we had forty-five minutes, and there’s something I’ve wanted to do since the first time I saw you.”

“I thought you already did,” she giggled as he removed his pants, then reached for her.

He pulled on the waistband of her shorts, tugging them down over her hips and tossing them to the floor.

Johanna knelt on the mattress in front of him and lifted her arms above her head for him to remove her tank top, which he did with ease. Once she was completely naked, he squeezed her breasts with his large warm hands, then pinched her nipples hard until she gasped.

“I’m going to show you something very tantalizing when it comes to sex,” he told her. “Get off the bed.”

He moved aside just enough for her to crawl to the edge of the bed and climb off it. He reached for her, placing his hands on her hips and turning her to face the bed. His hands caressed the front of her, nuzzling her neck with his morning-beard roughened chin. Johanna giggled and tried to squirm out of his strong grip but managed only to move tighter between his firm body and the mattress edge.

“This thing you’re going to teach me,” she began while his hands continued to caress her from breast to groin and back up again. “Is it something naughty?”

“It’s very naughty,” he promised her, taking her ear between his teeth and sucking it into his mouth.

“Will I like it?”

“I’ll make you cum harder than you ever have,” he promised then pressed her forward.

Johanna braced her hands on the mattress to prevent falling over, as he pushed against her, holding her tight between him and the bed. She wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but she enjoyed the idea of playing with him.

“I don’t want you to move,” he began, his large hands caressing her backside. “When we’re finished, we’ll take a quick shower and eat, then get you back to the palace before the guard is called out to find you.”

“That would be interesting,” she giggled as she glanced over her shoulder to see him move to the closet. “The Captain of my guard called out to rescue me, from the depraved embrace of the Captain of my guard.”

“Don’t laugh,” he warned her. “I have no doubt we’ll both have a lot to answer for if we get caught. It’s tradition for the queen to be a virgin on her wedding night. I’m not sure how people will feel, much less your future…”

His voice trailed off when he realized that one day she would belong to another man. The image did not please him in the slightest, and he would not allow it to intrude in their time together.

“I’m going to show you something, and I don’t want you to be embarrassed or afraid,” he told her as he pulled down a pink box about two feet square, with a wide white ribbon across it.

He moved to the bed and sat down next to her, placing the box between her hands braced on the mattress. He pulled the ribbon and opened the top, watching her curious frown.

“What is it?” she asked.

“The bordellos have a tradition of awarding their graduates with a gift for them to use on their women after they complete their lessons. I was given this but never used it.”

Samuel revealed a foam lined box with a dark blue phallus, a string of five beads in different sizes from grape size to the size of a small plum, all in deep red. There was a small whip that looked like a leather cat-o-nines, two sets of handcuffs along with four purple satin ribbons, and a small black box that resembled an MP3 player.

“Do you know what these are?” he asked her, taking the leather whip out of the box.

“I assume they are sex toys,” she surmised, unwilling to tell him that she had seen the same items on the bordellos websites.

“Very good,” he smiled. “Now, what are these for?”

He held up the string of beads and she blushed scarlet red and closed her eyes.

“You wouldn’t dare?” she told him, listening to his deep chuckle.

“Not only will I dare, but I am going to,” he assured her, and she felt him stand up from the bed and pad across the carpet.

Johanna opened her eyes to see the beads missing, along with the whip. She could hear the water running in the bathroom sink and frowned. A moment later Samuel returned with a warm washcloth.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered as he began to caress her buttocks.

“You’re not going to do what I think you are,” she ordered him.

“Oh yes I am, and when I’ve finished, it will become a very important part of our private sessions. Now spread your legs. I don’t want to tie you down your first time.”

“Samuel…” she began but gasped when he slapped her bottom.

“Either you do as you’re told, or I’ll do it for you, and then I won’t be gentle.”

Johanna looked across her shoulder to where he stood staring down at her, a wicked smile on his handsome face.

“You asked me last night to teach you,” he began. “Now I am. Do you want to learn the depths of orgasm, or do you just want to take a shower and eat?”

He waited patiently while she considered her choices and smiled when she spread her legs. Alissa said she never backed down from a challenge, and this was the first step in a plan he began to develop last night as he held her in his arms and watched her sleep.

“This isn’t going to hurt,” he promised as he began to wipe the warm washcloth over her bottom and between her legs.

The feeling was simple but combined with the heat of the moment, it proved to be intriguing and sensual. She closed her eyes as he slid the soft rag between her labia, then back up between her buttocks. A few moments later, he began to insert the slick beads one at a time, inside her tight rectum. She was panting by the time the last bead was tucked inside her, and she was eager to explore everything he wanted to teach her.

“Hold perfectly still,” he ordered, and she felt the cool strips of leather against her bottom as he moved them gently over the tender skin. “We haven’t time to grant you six chances,” he continued. “I promise, the time will come, and you’ll have the opportunity to build up to the real punishment, but since you were concerned about this part of the sessions, I believe it’s a good place to begin. Once you understand there’s nothing to fear, maybe you’ll be able to relax and enjoy every aspect of the playing.”

“I’d offer you luck, but I seem to be in no position to do so,” she answered in a deep voice that seemed to be dripping with passion.

“Trust me, my darling, you’re going to enjoy this.”

Samuel very slowly began to caress the firm cheeks with the leather strips, up across her bottom, and down, then over to the opposite side. Over and over he moved the leather across her, and just as she began to pant, he flipped the handle, striking her with the whip.

Johanna gasped and clenched her bottom, then realized what he meant by enjoying this. He chuckled as he began the tormented caressing again. Strike after strike, against her bottom until she was panting as if she’d just ran a marathon. She clenched the sheet and covers of the unmade bed, moaning as he continued his torment. Then it ended. Johanna wasn’t sure what was happening until she felt the tip of his erection against her wet opening.

Samuel held her by the hips as he thrust into her, deep and hard. Johanna moaned, feeling the beads inside her bottom caress the tight canal as he moved in and out of her. She felt dizzy and hot but didn’t want the sensations to end. He continued to thrust into her, then just as she was certain she could stand no more, he removed the beads from her bottom with a quick jerk. Immediately, he felt her body clench around his hard penis, smiling as she growled savagely.

Johanna moved back against him, forcing him to quicken his thrusts. Harder and quicker he plunged into her until she shouted, filling the room with her urgent cries. Samuel answered her demands by filling her tight body with the heat of his orgasm, growling and slapping her bottom hard enough for her to grind against him.

Moments slipped into seconds, then, at last, they collapsed onto the bed, Johanna on her stomach panting, and Samuel beside her on his back, gasping for air. It was most likely the hottest, most demanding encounter they had ever had together.

“Pity we don’t have more energy,” he told her, pulling her against him.


“It’s a pretty decent bed. I could think of a few things to do with it.”

“Don’t you ever get enough?” she asked with a half grin and a deep blush.

“Do you?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her slender waist. “I happen to know how much you enjoy cumming, and I am always obliged to provide you with as much pleasure as you can handle.”

“Have you always been a pervert or is this a new side of you?” she giggled, squirming in his embrace as he began kissing her neck, nipping the delicate flesh in a playful way.

“I was celibate for five years, and content to remain that way. Then you came into my life, with your tight little bottom, and those incredible breasts, and you made me remember what it felt like to be with a woman. I’m like a bee. Now that I’ve had a taste of the royal nectar, I’m addicted. I can’t seem to go for long without it.”

“Bees flutter from one flower to another,” she told him with a determined look on her face. “Does that mean, I have to worry about where you are when you’re not with me?”

“Never. Besides, I’m your personal guard. It’s my job to protect you. You’re never going to be very far away from me. I’ve become used to protecting this…body,” he growled.

“You know, when we return to the palace, you’re not going to be able to…taste the royal nectar, whenever you want.”

“Why not?”

“I’ve caused enough scandal for one lifetime. And now with this,” she said with a heavy sigh. “There’s going to be more eyes watching my every move than before. What would people say if they saw my personal guard leaving my bedchambers every morning?”

“On Westerly, even royals are allowed to enjoy the physical pleasures the island has to offer.”

“Says who?” she asked with a feigned frown.

“Reginald was known for being a playboy before he married,” Samuel insisted, his arms still around her waist as he nuzzled closer to her. “Arnold’s wife delivered Reginald eight months after they were married, and Angelique had a child five months after she married Ian.”

“I don’t plan on having a child in five months, just so I can keep up with my ancestor,” she assured him.

“That’s something we have never discussed,” he told her. “On Westerly, contraception really isn’t an issue. Almost all women are on some form of birth control. Is it something that we need to discuss, or...”

Johanna interrupted him with the shake of her head.

“You can’t live in the desert, or trek through a jungle, and risk the scent of blood attracting an animal. I’ve been on shots since I first started…that habit.”

“Thank God,” he smiled. “I know you need a child to take the throne one day, but I’m not ready.”

“So long as we face all obstacles together, then there’s no worries.”

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