‘Well done, Conrad,’ Lord Arendt said coolly. ‘You can let go of her now, Lord Marlowe and my friend here will take over.’
Summer’s Engagement: 3
[Summer’s Engagement contains non-consent fantasy erotica, female submission to male characters and object insertion. All characters are over 18. Chapter 1 of Summer’s Engagement is here]
‘Well done, Conrad,’ Lord Arendt said coolly. ‘You can let go of her now, Lord Marlowe and my friend here will take over.’
‘Let go of me,’ ground out Summer through clenched teeth and white lips.
She was seething. How dared they place hands on her? Lord Arendt ignored her words. She tried to jerk her hair away from Conrad but only succeeded in making Lord Marlowe and the other man laugh.
She felt a strong hand grip deep into her hair and another two more hands pulled her arms roughly behind her back. She felt as though they were bruising her in their roughness, pulling her slightly off balance. Unaccustomed hot tears sprang into Summer’s eyes as she kept trying — unavailingly — to free herself from the strong grip of the two men.
Her eyes opened wide as Lord Arendt threw a fat coin purse to Conrad.
‘There’s a busty chambermaid waiting for you in the stables,’ he said coolly. ‘Why don’t you go and pleasure yourself with her? We’ll take care of little Miss Summer here.’
Conrad snickered, pocketing the coin purse, then turned and spoke defiantly at Summer.
‘This is all your fault, you stuck-up cow. I was prepared to run away with you, but no, I was never good enough for you, was I?’
Summer didn’t reply, glaring at him in anger. How dared he sell her out like this? She was going to be in so much trouble with the King and Queen and the whole court.
‘Anyway, I’m pretty sure any plump chambermaid is going to be a better fuck than you, you stuck-up princess. I’ll shaft her good.’ Conrad ground his groin at her obscenely, his stiff erection clear to see through his breeches. ‘I’ll make her do whatever I want.’
‘That’s enough, Conrad,’ said Lord Arendt coolly.
Summer’s eyes shot back to watching the more powerful man. He was still standing too close to her and she started to feel genuinely scared. What was he going to do with her?
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Conrad flush, then he grabbed his coat and left the room. She knew that by the time he had reached the stables he would have re-gathered his composure and his customary arrogance with servants and social inferiors. He was such a chicken. She couldn’t believe she had been so stupid as to agree to meet him here.
‘Lock the door,’ Lord Arendt ordered the men with him.
The hands holding her shifted their grip as the man whose name she didn’t know crossed the tiny room to lock and bolt the door, bringing the key to Lord Arendt. Summer realised suddenly, despairingly, that the tower — perfect for a lovers’ tryst — was the highest and furthest away from all the inhabited areas of the castle. Even if she chose to scream, no-one would ever hear her.
She should have run, dammit.
Her heart thudded in her chest as she watched Lord Arendt, mistrusting the glint of a smile in his eyes and at the corners of his mouth.
‘Hello Summer,’ he said smoothly, smiling down at her, still standing too close to her. ‘Such interesting things you were saying to our young Conrad. Do you care to repeat them?’
Summer licked her lips nervously. The hands holding her hadn’t loosened their grip, and she did not fancy her chances of wrestling herself free and obtaining the key from Lord Arendt’s inner coat pocket.
‘Well?’ he asked again coolly.
‘N-no,’ Summer said briefly, hating the stammer that had crept into her voice. She was a grown-up princess now, dammit. Lord Arendt shouldn’t be able to treat her like this. But apart from her father, he was the most powerful man in the kingdom. She watched him warily.
She didn’t know what he was up to, spending time with Lord Marlowe, a powerful lord and a man that she knew her father and mother watched carefully. Lord Marlowe was supposedly an ally, of sorts, and he was welcome at Ashley Castle, but the southern marches bordered the wild, magic-blighted lands that ran into the mountains, and she knew her father did not trust him.
The kingdom’s vice-chancellor should not be spending closeted time with such a lord.
‘Bring her over here,’ commanded Lord Arendt, and the two other men manhandled her across the tiny room to where Lord Arendt was seating himself on the room’s only chair, a large comfortable reading chair with a high back and generous cushioned arms. ‘Put the slut at my feet.’
Summer squealed in outrage and shock as the two men forced her to her knees, using their strength to pull her down by her arms and shoulders. They physically kicked her feet out from underneath her and she came to an awkward seated position on the old rug covering the floor, between Lord Arendt’s outstretched legs, feeling vulnerable and embarrassed.
How dared he put her on the ground in front of him like this, like an errant serving girl or — she flushed hotly at the thought — a whore from a pleasure house down outside the castle’s alls? Sitting with her legs crumpled beneath her, between Lord Arendt’s legs, she felt uncomfortably intimate with him.
Lord Arendt smiled nastily.
‘Tie her hands. I’ve heard she likes being tied.’
Breathing heavily behind Summer, their hands hot on her skin, the men pulled her arms back roughly and tied her hands tightly behind her back, then tying her elbows close to each other as well. It forced her breasts forward in the tight evening gown and she hated the thought of the view Lord Arendt would have as he sat above her — her generous breasts swelling against the low-cut gown.
One of the men — she thought it was the man whose name she didn’t know — grabbed her hair again, tilting her head up to face Lord Arendt, as the two men settled themselves on simple stools on either side of her, heavy hands holding her down by her shoulders.
Lord Arendt laughed at her.
‘Look at you. So much righteous anger.’ He chuckled. ‘You see, Summer, the alliance with King David is an important one, and I would hate to threaten that alliance by handing him bespoiled goods.’
Summer flushed angrily, embarrassed.
How could she have been so stupid as to have been found out?
Lord Arendt was still talking. ‘I’ve been noticing for a while how luscious and desirable you are. My friend Lord Marlowe noticed it too. So when young Conrad brought us information about how very wicked you’ve been…’
His eyes trailed downwards to settle on her breasts and Summer flushed again, feeling the heat rise hot and red across her throat and bosom.
Lord Arendt smirked at her blush, his eyes still on her breasts.
‘It was very helpful of you to come to this quiet space alone.’ He raised his eyes to look directly into hers, his gaze cool and collected, dispassionate even. ‘We’re going to spend the rest of the night here, in this lovely chamber, you and I and my friends here. I’m pretty certain no-one will miss you until at least breakfast time.’
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