Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
I was abandoned.
After dinner, Rolf said some parting words to me and stalked off down the hall, his black hair flowing over broad shoulders. I looked sympathetically at him, knowing he was working himself into a corner. I didn't think he could take another village like this one and become a duke, but it wasn’t my place to say anything.
Erik and I were left in an uncomfortable silence as we finished our drinks. I kept glancing at his face, hoping for some kind of recognition or explanation for his cold demeanor, but I decided to keep my pride and not ask him if he was mad at me.
When Erik got up suddenly and slammed his glass on the table, I knew it was time to leave. We made our way towards Rolf’s door, Erik walking a few feet ahead of me the whole time. As we approached, I couldn’t help but ask, “What's going to happen?”
His eyes turned dark as he looked down at his feet. “You’ll have to ask the future Duke of Normandy.”
He knocked on the door, and it swung open quickly, revealing a drunk and satisfied Rolf. He seemed pleased I was brought here but said nothing else.
Erik took a deep breath before walking inside, and I followed, feeling tense and on edge. Rolf’s new chambers were lavish and luxurious, fit for a wealthy baron, which is what I supposed he now was. There were silk rugs, gold-plated furnishings, and ornate tapestries adorning the walls. In the center of the room was a large, four-poster bed adorned with velvet curtains.
“Quite impressive,” Rolf said to me with a sly smile. I smiled back shyly, unsure of how to respond. “Oh, to be a baron in France,” he continued. “But only a foolish baron would let himself be captured by barbarians like us. He’s certainly not very wealthy if he doesn't even have the thumbs to pleasure himself with.”
“You cut off another one?” Erik asked, his tone filled with indignation. I could tell he was struggling to hide his anger.
Rolf nodded with a cruel smile, his teeth impossibly white. “He wouldn’t stop crying in his cell like a little baby. I’m shocked Cherine hasn’t been bothered by it.”
Having been in the room next door to the baron, I was, in fact, bothered by it—so much so that when the baron’s screaming became too much, I began to stick hay in my ears, hoping to block the sound.
It hadn’t, and the mere mention of the event brought a sickened scowl to my face.
Rolf noticed, raising his black brows. He came over to me, his step asserting his power while his eyes remained soft and inquisitive. “I suppose it can’t bear well for you to hear about the treatment of your fellow countrymen, can it?”
I straightened and looked blankly at him, not willing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me meek and vulnerable. “What is it you wanted to see me about?”
He studied me for a second before looking to Erik. “Erik, go close the door, please. You can stay…this time.”
I saw the strange wave of relief in Erik’s dusky eyes and wasn’t surprised to feel the same way myself. Being alone with Rolf would have been too much.
“Now,” Rolf said slowly, looking between us both. “I’ll tell you what I want, and you both will give it to me. Understood?”
Erik’s jaw tensed, but he nodded just the same. I was terrified, and when I looked to Erik for support, I didn’t find anything but his hard expression. Perhaps I had underestimated him as well. I held my hands up to my chest and began to wring them together.
“Erik,” Rolf said, pointing at him, “keep your clothes on. And stay there until I tell you to move. Cherine, come here.”
He had walked over to the foot of the high bed, patting the end of it. “I want you to stand here and slowly disrobe in front of us. Slowly. Like you want to. Like you want to make our cocks hard. When you’re done, I want you to get on the bed, on all fours, like a cat in heat.”
I blinked a few times at his commands until his words sank in. I was stupid to think Rolf wanted anything other than the physical from me. Just that morning, he had ordered me to suck Erik’s cock until he came. Why would this have been any different?
I bit my lip and glanced over at Erik. His eyes were on the ground, looking lost in his own head. I knew he could feel me staring at him, and still, he gave me nothing, just as he had all night.
Well, fine then. If it was all right with Erik for me to just strip my clothes off in front of Rolf and wave my bottom in the air, then that’s what I was going to do. It didn’t mean I wasn’t scared as hell at the prospect, but now, I had spite on my side.