Writing Marathon
That’s what I’m hoping to engage in today. C is heading off for a family gathering all day and I’m staying home. Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy C’s family, but I can only take them in small doses. I’ve gotten a bigger dose than usual this week, so I’m letting him go without me.
I plan on writing as much as possible on several different stories today. Getting farther along on Angel’s story. Maybe some done on Magpie and Snake’s. One or two more that I’ve started, but haven’t visited in a while. 🙂
I got 1117 words written on Angel’s story yesterday, but did a little work on a few other stories.
Hope everyone has a great Saturday.
“Be great in act, as you have been in thought.”—William Shakespeare
Hey there!
Sorry there wasn’t a post on Wednesday. It was C’s grandpa’s funeral and we had to get moving pretty early in the morning. 🙁
But I did get 2300 words written last night on Angel’s story. Now that Lily brought up a few good questions, I’ll probably be adding some new stuff in the beginning of the expanded version. Help clear up a few things. The expanded version is now almost double the blog version. The scenes I post here are still the base for the rest of it. Just added to each one to beef it up a bit.
Worked on a few other stories as well. Nothing too far along yet. Just getting ideas and making sure I write them down so I don’t forget in case I want to go back and actually write them later.
Hope everyone has a great Friday.
“Study the past if you would define the future.”—Confucius
Angel’s Seduction-Part Twenty
Angel’s Seduction copyright (c) 2006 T.A. Chase
Part Twenty-
I open my eyes to see the early morning sun shine through the crack in the curtains. My body aches in odd places and I find myself blushing as I think of what Greyson and I did last night. He promised to show me pleasure and he did.
I turn to face his side of the bed. It’s empty. I know it can’t be too late in the morning. I don’t sleep in because the earlier I get up, the more likely I am to have an hour or so of freedom. Someone knocks quietly on the door.
“Come in,” I call, making sure I’m covered. Maybe someday I’ll be comfortable in my own skin, but for now, I hide.
“Good morning, my lord.” Johnson bustles in. “I hope you slept well.”
My cheeks heat and I know I’m blushing again. “I slept fine, Johnson. Where is Greyson?”
“His Grace had some business to take care of at the Home Office. You’ll find he’s often called there to give advice.”
Johnson pulls open the curtains and then goes to the wardrobe. “His Grace said to let you know that you may have breakfast in bed or downstairs. Which ever is comfortable for you.”
I watch for a moment as Johnson sets a pile of clothes on the chair nearest the bed. A pitcher of hot water, a bowl and a towel is placed on the dresser. The valet turns to look at me, waiting for my answer.
“I’ll eat downstairs. No sense in making more work for you.” I glance out the window at the sunny day. “If I were home, I’d sneak out and go riding, but my horse isn’t here. I hope Father doesn’t harm him.” It’s something my father would do. I’m out of his reach, so he’ll take his anger out on an innocent creature that can’t fight back.
“A young stable boy showed up earlier this morning leading a horse. The lad wore your father’s livery. He explained that the horse was yours and you must have forgotten to get him when you left.” Johnson winks at me.
“Good old Jack.” At the valet’s inquiring glance, I explain, “Jack is my father’s head groom. He knows how much my gelding means to me, so he must have took it up on himself to send him here. If I may, I’d like to go for a ride.”
“My lord, you can do whatever you want. I have your riding clothes ready. While you’re getting dressed, I’ll inform the stable to have your mount saddled and waiting outside for you.” Johnson bows and leaves.
It still surprises me that I don’t have to ask for permission here. I climb out of bed, eager to go riding and feel the taste of freedom again. I stop in the middle of washing when I realize I’m not held captive here against my will. If I chose to, I can walk away. Greyson won’t hold me. I know now it would hurt him if I left, but he’d cheer me on even while he cried.
In so many ways, I’m free from the cage I’d lived in all my life, but I’m also held captive here by something deeper than shame. It’s an emotion stronger than fear. The chains holding me here are made of the softest velvet yet are harder to break than iron. I’m bound to Greyson by love and this is a restraint I gladly accept.
Angel’s Seduction-Part Ninteen
Angel’s Seduction copyright (c) 2006 T.A. Chase (This is a long scene.)Part Ninteen-
He lifts me to my feet and unbuttons my trousers with slow fingers. I’m not inclined to stop this beautiful golden man with sky blue eyes. I can’t quit staring at his face. His cheeks are rough as I slide my hand over his skin. I shiver as I imagine the stubble rubbing over my stomach.
“I should shave,” he comments while turning to press a kiss into my palm.
“Why?” I’m not really paying attention to his words. My mind is focusing on the fact that he’s slipping his hand into my trousers. There’s only a thin layer of cotton between his warmth and my prick.
“I don’t want to mark your skin.” He squeezes his hand around my shaft.
“Uh.” I can’t seem to think or even worry about what he might do to me. “I won’t mind.”
He chuckles and strokes his hand over me. Groaning, I push against him. He squeezes me again and then tugs my trousers down to my feet. He kneels and I stare down at him. Never would I have thought one of the most powerful me in all of England would be kneeling at my feet as if worshipping me. I choke back a laugh. He isn’t worshipping me. He’s trying to get my shoes off.
Resting my hand on his shoulder, I let him take my shoes off and within seconds, I’m naked. Nervousness causes a chill to flood my skin. I’m not comfortable having him stare at me, but I know he won’t laugh at me. He stands and cups my cheek. I turn my face and place a kiss on his palm.
Taking my hand, Greyson leads me to his bed. I climb in and slide under the covers. I feel my eyes widen and my mouth falls open as I watch Greyson undress. I’ve never seen a naked man, but some thing tells me that he is an unusual specimen.
He joins me in the bed and I can’t help but reach out to trail my hand over his chest. The tips of my fingers tangle in the light hair covering the muscles. I graze a fingernail over the nub of flesh and Greyson groans.
“I don’t have hair there.” I’m fascinated by the hair that tickles my palms as I run down the thin line heading down to his groin. His prick rises from a nest of coarse dark blonde curls. I look at him while my hand hangs over him.
Smiling at me, he takes my hand in his and engulfs his shaft with our hands. “Touch me, Angel. I’ve imagined it for so long.”
I’m not sure what I should be doing. How does he want me to touch him? Do I stroke him hard or with a gentle touch? I’ve never even touched myself like I’m holding him now. “I don’t know how.”
“We have all night. There’s no hurry, love. Let me show you.” He guided my hand up and down in a tight stroke.
His prick throbs against my fingers. It feels like silk over steel and my own shaft fills. I don’t notice when his hand leaves me. His foreskin pulls back and reveals the glistening head of his prick. I run my thumb over the wet head and tease the slit where liquid is leaking from. Greyson groans and thrusts his hips, moving with increasing force and speed.
“Will you let me show you something?” His voice is harsh and labored, but I think it’s from pleasure.
“Yes.” I’m willing to let him show me anything.
“I won’t hurt you.” He pushes against my shoulder and soon I’m lying on my back, staring up at him.
“I know.” As much as I know he won’t hurt me, I can’t help but stiffen as his hand cups my prick. No one else has ever touched me there.
He presses his lips to my mouth. His thumb teases the slit in the head of my cock, swiping the liquid welling from it and spreading it around my skin. He slides his tongue inside and strokes the sensitive roof of my mouth. I moan and shift under him. His rough palm cups my sac and rolls them in his fingers. I feel a light touch to the skin behind my balls and I cry out.
“Greyson,” I moan, gripping his arms tight as the pleasure begins to build in me.
“Hold on, love.” He moves away from me to reach for a small jar sitting on the stand next to the bed.
I jerk as cool slick fingers grip my shaft and starts stroking with tight movements. I arch my back and begin to beg with my hips for him to move faster. He understands my silent pleas. When the cool fingers of his other hand touches me in my most private of areas, I freeze.
“Sh, love. Trust me. It will be a little pressure and maybe a little pain, but I promise you’ll enjoy it when you relax.”
I stare up at him. All I see in his blue eyes is love and caring. He hasn’t lied to me yet. He believes that I will enjoy what he wants to do to me. Taking a deep breath, I manage to relax. He taps my thigh and I spread my legs even more, so he can fit between them. A finger tip glides over my opening and I shiver. He brushes a kiss over my cheek, calming me as one finger breeches my opening.
“Ah,” I gasp and arch. The sensation is strange. There’s pressure and a slight pain, but then he pulls the tip out and presses back in.
I’m not sure how far in he goes this time, but I feel full. He twists his finger and rubs against a spot that makes me cry out as sparks shoot through my body.
“Please.” I have no idea what I’m begging for, but Greyson does.
More pressure fills me and I moan, spreading my legs farther apart. Soon I’m swimming in sensations. I’m caught between his fingers moving inside me and his mouth tasting my neck.
Suddenly the fingers leave and I protest. Greyson covers me, placing his hands on each side of my shoulders. His blue eyes stare down at me as a bigger pressure begins to fill me. I whimper as the pain burns through the pleasure.
“Breathe, love.” Greyson stops and lets me get used to what he’s doing.
I breathe and push up on my elbows to stare down at our groins. I glance at Greyson in shock. His prick is inside me. I didn’t know that is possible. He kisses me with gentle lips and starts pushing farther into me. Within a minute, he is buried as deep as he can get and I’m forgetting the pain. Pleasure rushes through me as he rubs over that same spot he’d hit with his fingers.
“You’re perfect, love.”
We rock together and his stomach stroke over my prick. The same feeling I had out in the garden builds in me. It pools at the base of my spine. I wrap my arms and legs around Greyson’s body. Instinct takes over and I encourage him to continue.
Passion rips through me and I throw my head back, feeling my seed spill over my stomach. As my eyes drift close, I see Greyson cry out and a wet heat fills me. I black out again.
When I come back to myself, Greyson is cuddled close to me and I’m clean. Exhaustion drags me back down, but not before I kiss the duke.
“Thank you,” I whisper against his chest over his heart.
“For what, love?” Greyson runs his hand down my back.
“For loving me.” My eyes close.
“I’ll love you forever if you let me.” Greyson murmurs and presses a kiss to my cheek.
Monday again!
Sorry I wasn’t around this weekend. C’s grandpa died on Saturday and we had to deal with some things. So the next couple of days will be a bit hectic. 🙁
Did some writing, but I didn’t type any of it in, so I don’t know how many words I actually got. More scenes for Angel’s story. 🙂
Well, gotta go. Got work to get done so I can take the next two days off.
Have a great Monday, everyone.
“As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.”—Leonardo da Vinci
Another Friday
but unfortunately, I can’t enjoy the nice weather since I have to work. Ugh! Hopefully, I’ll get all my ‘real’ work done so I can goof off this afternoon. Maybe do some writing.
Didn’t get any done last night. My brother came over to have C work on his computer for him, so we spent the evening chatting. I enjoy my brother though he can be a bit of a diva once in a while. (Can’t we all?)
Hope you have a great Friday.
“The words that enlighten the soul are more precious than jewels.”—Hazrat Inayat Khan
Angel’s Seduction- Part Eighteen
Angel’s Seduction copyright (c)2006 T.A. ChasePart Eighteen-
Greyson grins at me as he makes his way up the stairs. “That’s just the beginning of what I want to teach you, Angel. There is much pleasure to be found in loving each other.”
“More pleasure?” I’m not sure what to think about that. “And you’ll show me?”
He pushes open the door to his room and carries me inside. He keeps a firm grip on my shoulders as he lowers my feet to the floor. “If you want me to, I’ll show you everything I know. I’ll teach you to love me.”
I wrap my arms around his waist and press my nose against his throat. In the short time I’ve been with the duke, his scent has come to mean safety to me.
“Why me?” I can’t get my mouth to tell him I already love him.
“Before I answer, we should get ready to go to bed. We’ll be more comfortable there.” He pulls away from and starts to unbutton my waistcoat.
I squeak. His hands falter and he stares at me with disappointment in his eyes.
“Of course, you might not wish to share my bed. I’m sorry. Again I’m forcing you.” He steps away.
“I want to share your bed. I don’t feel truly safe unless you’re with me.” I glanced at my trembling hands. My scars peek out from under my cuffs. “I’m scarred.”
Greyson takes my hands and bares my wrists to the light. “I know. I’ve seen them. They don’t matter to me, Angel. I have marks of my own.”
Shaking my head, I tug my hands free. I wonder if I’m testing the duke. Showing him the outward signs of my depravity to see if he’ll turn from me. The time has come to reveal all of myself to him and shed the last chains from my soul.
I strip off my waistcoat and let it drop to the floor. My hands shake so badly, I struggle to untie my cravat and get my shirt off. I can tell he wants to help me, but I shake my head. This is something I must do for myself.
“Don’t. Not if it hurts you this much,” Greyson protests.
I don’t know I’m crying until a tear drops on to my hand. It almost seems to burn as it slides off. I move to where the light from the candles baths me in a soft glow. Closing my eyes, I turn until I’m facing away from him and my back is bared to him in all its mutilated glory.
I don’t hear anything. It’s as if Greyson has stopped breathing. I hesitate, but then force myself to glance over my shoulder. His face holds no expression. His blue gaze traces each of my scars and it feels as if he’s burning me. Anger flares in his eyes.
“Monster,” he spits out the word and it drives like a dagger into my heart.
What I fear has come true. He thinks I’m a monster. A freak. I should never have stepped beyond my cage. Tears blind me and I try to find my shirt without letting him know how his words have wounded me.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper. I clutch the fine linen shirt to my chest and turn to face him.
“Sorry for what?” He frowns.
What am I sorry for? Living? Breathing? For coming into his world and trying to prove I have the right to be there? So many things I want to apologize for, but all I can say is “I’m sorry for my scars.”
“No, don’t be sorry for those. They aren’t your fault.” He reaches for me.
“You called me a monster.” I tremble, wishing his words didn’t hurt so much.
He takes me in his arms and pulls me to his chest. His hands rest lightly on my back as if he’s afraid to hold me too tight. “No Angel. Love, I was calling your father a monster. You’re not a monster. You’re so innocent and beautiful. Your scars only help to convince me of your strength.”
“Strength? What strength?” I push away from him and pace to the other side of the room. “I look at them and see fear. I see cowardice. I see them as the branding of a freak.”
“Don’t call yourself that. Never insult the man I love like that.”
Greyson’s words shock me. He has called me love a few times and I figured it was just a common endearment he used with everyone. But here he is saying that he loves me. I drop to my knees and bury my face in my hands. Sobs tears through me. He kneels beside me and wraps me in his arms while murmuring words of love to me.
Finally, I’m tired. Tired of crying. Tired of feeling like I need to apologize for who I am. I set back on my heels and stare at him. His blue eyes are concerned, but there’s no disgust in his face for me. There’s only acceptance and love. Finally I have a name for the emotion I’ve seen in his expression and have heard in his voice.
Greyson loves me. Me, the Angel he’s trying to rescue from hell.
Rainy Day
It’s a rainy gray day here…so I have to admit I’d rather still be in bed…lol. And if this guy were there, it’d be perfect.
Got 3k written on the expanded version of Angel’s Seduction last nigt. Which includes what I post on the blog here…Parts Twenty-One and Twenty-Two are done. That takes me to 27k and I can easily see it reaching 40k before I’m done or if I can without ruining the story, I might see if I can get it to 50k…make it worth your money. 🙂
Didn’t do much on Magpie’s story. I think I’m going to focus on Angel’s and get it done first. Then I’ll start working on the short story I’m writing to be published with Paige’s story. After that, it’ll be all Magpie and Snake. Yay!
Hope everyone is having a great day.
“I cannot teach you violence, as I do not myself believe in it. I can only teach you not to bow your heads before any one even at the cost of your life.”—Ghandi
Angel’s Seduction-Part Seventeen
Angel’s Seduction copyright (c)2006 T.A. Chase
Part Seventeen-
Taking a deep breath, I turn in his arms and cradle his face in my hands. I stare up at his blue eyes. In their depths I see an emotion that causes me to tremble. I don’t have a name for it, but it makes me feel safe and cared for. My tongue wets my lips and he moans.
I do that to him. I can make him moan and shiver. I bring his head down, pressing our lips together. He doesn’t try to take control of the kiss even though I’m not sure of what I’m doing. I bite his bottom lip, then lick it to soothe the sting. He opens for me and I slide my tongue inside to stoke the roof of his mouth right behind his teeth. A shudder wracks his body.
His arms encircle my waist, bringing our bodies together. Yet he moves with caution as if to give me a chance to protest or stop him. I won’t stop him. Not this time. Though I have no idea what to do, I’m willing to let him show me.
My father’s voice snarls in my head, telling me I should be ashamed. The emotions I’m feeling from the touch of his mouth and the brush of his hands are wrong and will send me straight to hell. I push the words to the back of my mind and ignore them. For the first time in my life, I’m taking something I want and what I want is Greyson.
His hands cup my buttocks and tighten a little. I moan at the strength of his firm grip. His tongue invades my mouth and he slowly starts taking control of our kiss. I try to keep my eyes open and focus on his eyes. I want to see the passion rise in them as it has the few times we’ve touched, but desire is overwhelming me as our pricks brush against each other.
Greyson rocks our hips together while his lips trail down my cheek to my neck. “Wrap your leg around me,” he whispers in my ear.
I do as he tells me. I’m not worried about falling. He’ll support me even if my own legs fail me. Our new position brings our groins tighter together and I gasp as lust rushes through me. All I can think of is getting closer to him.
The duke encourages me to rub against him. Pressure builds. My shaft aches. I don’t know what is happening. I whimper. Greyson surrounds me. One hand is on my backside. The other slips between us and cradles my aching prick.
I’m rubbing. He’s stroking. The tingle grows at the base of my spine. An explosion is building, but I’m afraid to release it. I fear I’ll shatter into a million pieces and won’t be able to put myself back together.
“Open your eyes, Angel. Look at me,” Greyson orders.
I force my heavy eyelids open, so I can focus on his gaze. Understanding mingles with desire, making his blue eyes glitter. Another emotion hides amidst those two. It’s one I’ve seen in his glance before.
“You’ll catch me?” I’m hanging over a cliff, needing his assurance before I let go.
“Let go. I promise I’ll catch you.” He leans down and scrapes his teeth over my skin above my collar.
The sting of his bite combines with the rough pressure of his hand and I give in. My muscles tense. My back arches and I cry out. It feels as if I’m releasing my soul.
Greyson’s hand continues to stroke me with each jerk of my hips. I feel his lips moving against my neck, but I don’t know what he’s saying. My vision begins to blur and I black out.
When I open my eyes, I’m curled on his lap and we’re sitting on the edge of the fountain. One of his arms wraps around my waist. The other cradles me against his chest. His lips brush my hair and his breathing is ragged.
I lean back to look into his eyes. “Are you all right?”
He smiles and nods. “I’m fine. How are you?”
“Tired.” I blink, resisting the urge to snuggle close and go to sleep.
Laughing, he hugs me close. “I’m feeling tired myself. Let’s go to bed before my servants come out and find us sleeping in the garden.”
At the mention of his servants, I stiffen. “What will they say about us?” I’m thinking about the kiss Greyson gave me in front of Johnson.
“They know about my taste in bed partners, Angel. They won’t say anything. If any of them treat you disrespectfully, tell me. I’ll deal with them.” His voice is firm and confident.
“My father’s servants ignore me. It makes their lives easier.” I grimace, remembering what happened to the last servant who was kind to me.
“My servants work for me out of loyalty and respect. They don’t fear me. Trust me. You above all others will be treated as an honored guest.” He stands, still holding me in his arms.
I find I don’t mind being carried like a child. “What happened to me back there?”
“You really are an innocent.” He chuckles.
Blushing, I lay my head on his shoulder to hide my embarrassment.
“I’m not making fun of you, dear one. What you experienced is pleasure. Your body enjoyed what we were doing so much that you spilled your seed.”
The front of my trousers are wet and I wrinkle my nose in disgust.
“Did you enjoy it?” The laughter leaves Greyson’s voice and I know I must tell him the truth.
“Yes, I did.” It is a simple statement that barely covers the surface of how I felt at the moment of my spending and how I feel as he carries me into the house.
Sorry
I wasn’t around yesterday. Got up early and didn’t get home until late. Very busy day.
I did get to see some of the tennis match. It was pretty good. 🙂
Got some writing done. Another scene or two on Angel’s story.
This is a quick post because I’ve got tons of stuff to do and barely enough time today to do it all.
Hope everyone has a great day and I’ll see you tomorrow for the next installment of Angel’s Seduction.
