My Lady Captive by Shirl Anders Read Free Book Online

coupling a naked woman from behind, while the woman took
another man’s pene into her mouth. The naked threesome was on top
of a raised dais in the center of the last room that she and
Wyndham had just entered. These three people were on display, she
finally realized. They were performing, and it seemed the crowd
surrounding them was giving them instructions on what to do
next.
    “Dios,” she whispered, not consciously
realizing that she'd stopped to gape.
    But then, there was a strong masculine arm
angled across her back and a sturdy shoulder to lay her cheek upon.
Wyndham’s heat and strength enveloped her as he lifted her chin
with his knuckles, until she gazed upward into his eyes. They did
nothing more than gaze at each other, yet Wyndham’s nearly black
irises spoke to her. Calming her. This was not for her innocent
eyes, yet she must endure.
    “Fuck her in the ass!” the crowd shouted
behind them and Orèlan flinched, clutching the lapel of Wyndham’s
black evening jacket. She would not panic, Orèlan told
herself fearfully. Yet what would happen to her now, her
mind cried as Wyndham’s arm tightened around her.
    “Ah! Lord Hawkenge, and his, pretty Latin
whore,” Alexei exclaimed from somewhere behind them and the sound
of his voice, those words, made Orèlan whimper in anxiousness. She could not do this, she thought angrily. But just then,
Wyndham grasped her chin, forcefully lifting her skittering gaze to
his. The force of his will as seen though his blackening sapphire
eyes was uncompromising.
    “If you believe, Orèlan, that I will not
force you to my will in the public place . . . ,” he uttered,
“ You are mistaken.” Wyndham brought her up onto her toes
roughly, by his hands now clasping her bare shoulders. “ What would you do to stay alive?” he hissed lowly. “Would you fuck me? Here in public, if it meant a sharp knife would not
slit your graceful neck?” Agonized, Orèlan tried to turn her face
from Wyndham’s sneer, yet he would not allow it. He shook her.
“ Answer me,” he uttered with barely controlled
intensity.
    “Yes!” she cried, glaring at him. “I would
fuck you as the lowliest puta, to stay alive,” she whispered
fiercely with hot tears gathering in her eyes. Then suddenly,
Wyndham used his hands on her shoulders to turn her away from him,
yet at the same moment he tugged her spine back against his chest.
His right arm crossed over her with his palm settling across her
upper left breast. The heat of his calloused palm made her gasp as
he fondled her indecently, and her gaze darted upward to collide
with Alexei.
    Alexei had nearly reached them as he moved
through the crowd. Yet, Wyndham with his voice growling into her
ear, while he continued to palm her breast, said, “You will obey my
every command, or pay my price.”
    Orèlan realized at that moment she was more
afraid of her Wyndham than any threat to her life. Yet, crazily she
trusted him . . . even as she fought him. Why did she have to be so
foolish, she wondered, as she watched Alexei’s icy blue eyes
roaming over the near nakedness of her body in the gown she was
forced to wear? It was shameful . . . so embarrassing, yet she
could not stop watching Alexei as his gaze settled on the V between
her thighs.
    “The gown is even more decadent than I
imagined,” Alexei jeered as he reached them. Wyndham watched Alexei
over the top of Orèlan’s head as Alexei snapped his fingers at a
passing bare-chested waiter. “Champagne,” Alexei ordered.
    When three fluted glasses of champagne
appeared, Wyndham did not release his lewd fondling of Orèlan’s
nimble breast. Nor, did he drink the champagne beneath Alexei’s
irritated sneer. He declined the champagne, yet he bade Orèlan to
take a glass. The effects could loosen her to whatever was about to
transpire, he thought, watching Alexei’s every cocksure and
aristocratically graceful movement.
    “The gaiety of my party. To have you, my
favorite gentleman, Wyndham,