Angel’s Seduction- Part Fourteen
Angel’s Seduction copyright (c) 2006 T.A. Chase
Part Fourteen-
I’m still trying to figure out what the duke meant by his last statement when a rather rotund short man dashes into the room.
“He’s finally letting me get my hands on you.” The man tsks and tries to tug my blankets off.
I hold on to them for dear life. “Get your hands on me?” That statement would have caused me to cower if anyone but this man had said them.
“Yes, you poor thing.” The man grabs my hand and pulls me from the bed.
I stumble and my embarrassment is complete. Not only am I completely naked but now my scars are revealed. I hold my hands in front of my manhood and back into the nearest corner.
“I’m suppose to help you get dressed, my lord. His grace told me to.” The man bows. “I’m Lord Greyson’s valet, Johnson.”
I shake my head while keeping my eyes fixed on him. “If you can bring me my clothes, I can dress myself.”
No one had ever helped me dress since I was ten. My father made anyone who acknowledged me pay.
“Dress yourself? I won’t hear of it.” Johnson moves closer.
My eyes move from side to side. I’m trapped. In my heart, I know the valet is only trying to help me. My mind sees his hands reaching for me and I cry out, sliding to the floor. My arms cover my head and I wait for the first blow.
“Don’t touch me. Please don’t hurt me,” I beg.
Time slows for me as I curl in the corner. I have no idea how long I’ve been hiding. A strong hand grips mine. I flinch away. Even though it doesn’t let go, the hand doesn’t force me to stand.
“Angel, you’re safe. Come back from wherever you went.”
It’s Greyson and I hear the worry in his voice. Peeking over my forearm, I see that we are alone. I throw myself into his arms. I hear my voice, babbling but I can’t make out what I’m saying to him.
“Sh, Angel. It’s all right.”
“You should have let my father have me back,” I whisper against his chest. “I don’t know how to live a normal life.”
“I will never let your father hurt you again, Angel. It’s only been two days. We can’t rebuild your world that fast.” Greyson sets me back and smiles at me. “This is my fault. I didn’t think about Johnson and how you’d react to him.”
A hesitant knock sounds on the door. I press as close to him as I can get. He tells whoever is knocking to come in. Glancing over the duke’s shoulder, I watch as Johnson stands just inside the door.
“Your grace, is he okay?”
The concern I hear in the valet’s voice surprises me. When my own family doesn’t even recognize my existence, a complete stranger being worried about me is odd.
“Yes, Johnson. He’s fine now. Bring his clothes in and I’ll help him tonight.”
“No,” I interrupt. I didn’t want him to see my scars. “I can dress myself. I’ve been doing so since I was young.”
“Johnson, hand me the robe on the bed.” Greyson wraps my body in the silk fabric.
I manage to stand. Shame rushes through me. I walk up to Johnson and hold out my hand. He looks at it, then over at Greyson.
“I’m sorry. It wasn’t your fault.”
Greyson nods and the valet shakes my hand quickly.
“Do you want a bath,” the duke asks.
“No, I’ll take one tomorrow. I don’t want to cause any more trouble. Is my uncle still here?” I held myself together by the merest of threads. I really want to climb in bed, cover my head and forget about the world outside.
“Yes, he’s waiting downstairs. I’ll let him know you’ll be down in a few minutes.” Greyson kisses my cheek and leaves, herding Johnson out in front of him.
I sit on my bed and pick up the clothes Johnson had laid out for me. The shirt is of the finest linen. The pants are the long pipe-stem style Brummell brought into fashion. I run my hands over the soft golden brocade of the waistcoat.
I wonder where these clothes came from. They certainly weren’t mine. I’ve never had anything so nice. As I stare at these new clothes, I feel something crack inside of me. A door opens in the depths of my soul. Light shines in and I see the possibilities. A new life is there for me if I reach out to take it.
Wacky Wednesday
To continue the theme…he does have a pillow. 😉I didn’t get any writing done yesterday, so I’m hoping to find the time to make up the words today. I started a new story. (There’s a surprise, huh?) Working title is Magpie & Snake. It’s a much darker urban fantasy than HBD. Set in a post-apolypotic world with strange creatures created from the fall-out of nuclear weapons. 🙂 Sounds a little horror-movie like, doesn’t it? Hopefully, I get the right tone of creepy in it.
I also want to get another Part or two done for Angel’s story. We’ll see how much time I have today.
Hope you all have a great day.
“Sex is God’s joke on human beings.”—Bette Davis
Angel’s Seduction- Part Thirteen
Angel’s Seduction copyright (c) 2006 T.A. Chase
Part Thirteen-
“Why do you say that?” He stares at me without a hint of pity in his gaze.
Shrugging, I look down at my hand, lying in my lap. I run my fingers over my wrists. “There’s nothing in me. I don’t know anything. I’m not smart. I’m empty.”
“Why does your father hate you?” Greyson wants to understand. I know that’s why he’s asking these questions.
“I don’t know. At first, I thought I made him angry about something, but he continued to beat me. I tried to get him to forgive me. I’d apologize or even beg for his forgiveness. There was nothing.” My voice trails off. I’m unsure how to explain my feelings and thoughts.
“He’s never told you why he’s furious with you?” He sits on the bed next to me and takes one of my hands in his.
My pulse leaps when his rough thumb rubs over my scar. “I’m flawed.” My whispered words stops his caress for a moment.
“In what way?”
Shutting my eyes, I close myself off from his penetrating gaze. “I’m depraved. Demon spawn. I lust after unnatural passions.”
His other hand cups my chin and lifts so that our mouths almost touch. His breath mingles with mine. “What sort of unnatural passions?”
I open my eyes and meet his burning eyes. “I was sixteen before I understood what he meant. I was watching one of the footmen polish some of the family silver. His hands rubbed over and around the object and I found myself getting stiff.”
My cheeks flush. I can’t believe I’m telling him this and yet his touch tells me everything is fine.
“Your cock got hard,” he murmurs against my cheek.
I nod. “I wanted him to touch me like he was touching the silver.” Shuddering, I remember how much I ached. “My father found me standing and watching. He realized what was happening to me. He started screaming about perversions and how shameful I was. It was then I understood he meant my need for a man to touch me.”
“How did he know it wasn’t just you being a young man? A stiff breeze could make me randy when I was that age.” Greyson’s lips nibble along my chin.
“He’d bought me a whore a month before and I couldn’t do anything with her. The touch of her hand made me feel dirty. I wanted to run and hide when she put her mouth on me.”
I don’t say anything about the punishment I received after that episode. Greyson’s lips meet mine in a gentle kiss. He sips from my mouth as if he’s drinking the finest French wine. My hand tightens on his.
He pulls back enough to whisper, “You may touch me.”
I shake my head. “I don’t know where to touch you or how to please you.”
“Touch me wherever you wish to or don’t touch me at all. I’ll not force you into doing something you’re not comfortable with.” Greyson is sincere. I can tell by the tenderness in his eyes.
I’ve found the courage to let him kiss me. Now I must find more deep inside me because everything is calling for me to touch him. Taking a deep breath, I slide my hand into the curls at the base of his neck. My other hand trembles but makes its way around his waist.
He murmurs encouragement against my lips. My fingers find their way under the duke’s linen shirt and for the second time in my life, I touch the warm skin of a man. I stroke the small of his back and he shivers.
It might be silly to admit but a thrill of pride races through me. I can make this god tremble. It doesn’t matter that my family hates me. For some strange reason this man wants me.
I’m not sure how long we lay kissing and touching. My mind is overwhelmed with sensations and thoughts. My body aches like it did when I was sixteen. Greyson pulls away from me to lie beside me. He throws one arm over my waist. His golden cheeks are flushed and his breathing ragged. I place my fingers on my swollen lips.
I can’t believe how alive I feel. I’ve never felt the rush of passion or lust before. I whimper.
“What’s wrong, love?” He takes my hand and lifts my fingers to his mouth. His slick tongue flicks out and swirls around them.
“I ache.”
“Where?” He nibbles at the base of my thumb.
Embarrassment makes me squirm slightly. The gleam in his eyes tells me he knows what he’s doing to me. I open my mouth to tell him when a discrete knock sounds on the door.
“Your grace, the Earl is here to see the young lord.” A bland voice calls from the hallway.
Greyson sighs and winks. “I’ll come down and greet him. Can you send Johnson in here,” he calls to the servant.
He climbs from the bed and tugs at the front of his pants. My eyes widen at the bulge his hand touches and a faint smile graces his lips.
“It’s your need for me that makes your shaft throb. Soon you might be willing to let me ease it for you.” He heads for the door, but he looks back at me before he leaves the room. “Never hide your true self from me, Angel. With me, you are always safe.”
Hey!
Morning, everyone. Hope your weekend was fun. I relaxed and enjoyed visiting with some friends at a wedding. 🙂 Also, played a little golf.
Oh, I watched two movies last night. The first was Running Scared starring Paul Walker. Now, the first thing that comes to mind when someone says Paul Walker is he’s good looking, but can’t act. I’m not saying he’s suddenly learned how to give an Oscar winning performance, but this movie was good. Don’t watch it if you hate excessive violence and blood. There’s tons of that, but it’s also a movie that doesn’t take the easy way out. Bad things happen, just like in real life.
The other movie I watched was A Dirty Shame starring Johnny Knoxville, Tracey Ulhman and Chris Issak. I’m not sure what to think about the movie. It has a NC-17 rating because it’s all about sex…lol. For the most part I enjoyed it.
Back to the grindstone today. Planning on doing some more writing on Angel’s Seduction and maybe picking one of my other stories to start working on to give me a little variety. 🙂
Have a great day everyone.
“There are three rules to writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.”–W. Sommerset Maughan
It’s Sunday again.
Good evening, everyone. I hope your weekend has gone well. Mine has been pretty good, but not much writing got done. That’s okay though. I needed a day or so away from my stories, so I could get a fresh look at all of them. I’m ready to start writing again. 🙂 I’ll get back to it tomorrow. 🙂
Tonight I plan on watching A Dirty Shame with Johnny Knoxville. Hope it’s good. I’ve found out that I enjoy Knoxville. Not sure why since he isn’t the greatest actor and is slightly odd looking, but ever since I saw him in Walking Tall with The Rock, I thought his movies were good. 🙂
Hope everyone’s Sunday was good.
“We cannot really love anybody with whom we never laugh.”—Agnes Repplier
Happy Hunk Day
Whew! I can load pics again. 🙂 Wouldn’t want y’all to go into withdrawls without eye candy. He’s pretty nice to look at, isn’t he?
All I have to say is climax has been achieved. Part Seventeen in Angel’s Seduction is done and Angel is a very happy man. 😉 Next up is Greyson’s turn…lol. Worked out a scene that I didn’t even know would be a problem, but when I started writing it, turned out to be a hard one to get down. I got it done and figured out. Even made Paige get teary-eyed. *punches fist in air* Yay! That’s what I want…to get people so involved in my characters’ lives that they can cry or laugh-whatever emotion I’m hoping to invoke in them-with my words.
I’m going to be gone all day today and most of the day tomorrow..so Sunday’s post might not be until later in the day. Hope everyone has a great Saturday.
“Does it really matter what these affectionate people do—so long as they don’t do it in the streets and frighten the horses!”—Mrs. Patrick Campbell
Good Friday, Everyone
Well..I had a picture for you all, but for some reason it won’t let me load it. Darn. Guess I have to save it for later. 🙂First of all, fun and safe trip to Paige and Mr. B as they head down to Costa Rica for a week of relaxing in the sun..without kids. 🙂 Don’t think of us or worry about anything. Just release all that stress and enjoy. We’ll be thinking of you.
Second of all, y’all know I usually pick songs to go with my stories. Sort of like theme songs, I guess. I finally came up with two for Angel’s Seduction. They’re both from one of my all-time favorite movies, Brokeback Mountain.
The first is A Love That Will Never Grow Old by EmmyLou Harris:
Go to sleep, may your sweet dreams come true
Just lay back in my arms for one more night
I’ve this crazy old notion that calls me sometimes
Saying this one’s the love of your life.
Cause I know a love that will never grow old
And I know a love that will never grow old.
When you wake up the world may have changed
But trust in me, I’ll never falter or fail
Just the smile in your eyes, it can light up the night,
And your laughter’s like wind in my sails.
Lean on me, let our hearts beat in time,
Feel strength from the hands that have held you so long.
Who cares where we go on this rugged old road
In a world that may say that we’re wrong.
This entire song fits the story, but especially the last line.
The second song is The Maker Makes by Rufus Wainwright
One more chain I break
To get me closer to you,
One more chain does the maker make
To keep me from busting through
One more notch I scratch
To keep me thinkin’ of you,
One more notch does the maker make
Upon my face so blue
Get along, little doggies
Get along, little doggies
One more smile I fake
And try my best to be glad,
One more smile does the maker make,
Because he knows I’m sad
Oh Lord, how I know
Oh Lord, how I see
That only can the maker make
A happy man of me
Get along, little doggies
Get along, little doggies
Get along
I think this song represents the trials Angel is going to go through while trying to be free of his father’s abuse and society. 🙂
Last of all, I started writing Part Seventeen of Angel’s Seduction and I’m happy to report there’s not aborted love-making. Things get hot and heavy between our hero and his love. 🙂
Have a great day, everyone.
“In America sex is an obsession, in other parts of the world it is a fact.”—Marlene Dietrich
Angel’s Seduction-Part Twelve
Angel’s Seduction copyright (c)2006 T.A. Chase
Part Twelve-
Something soft brushes my lips and I moan. The touches call me from the darkness along with the voice whispering in my ear. For a second I fight. Darkness is safe. No whips or chains hold me there. No angry words cut like knives into my soul.
“Angel” whispers against my cheek. A voice calls like a siren, luring me from my safe ship to chance wrecking in the sea.
Forcing my eyes open, I see Greyson lying next to me. He smiles and my heart skips. Without thinking of the consequences, I trace his lips with a trembling finger. He sucks the tip in and bathes it with his tongue. A low moan tears from me as sensations rocket through me. My prick gets hard and I flush.
“You’re beautiful when you blush, Angel. What are you thinking?” He takes my hand and lays it on his chest.
My eyes drop. I’m not sure I can reveal my thoughts. I flex my hand and for the first time I feel the warmth of another man’s chest. A wave of need drowns out any protest my upbringing might have made, but I don’t know how to ask for what I want.
My desire must show in my eyes because he leans down and presses his lips to mine. His tongue caresses the crease of my lips as if he begs for entrance. I open to him with a groan. His tongue slides inside and strokes my teeth. Unsure of what to do, I leave my hand on his chest. I twist my other hand in the sheets.
I murmur when he pulls back. I want him to continue kissing me.
“Move your mouth. Touch your tongue to mine.” He entwines one hand at the back of my head and kisses me again.
I allow him in without hesitation and tease my tongue along his. He sucks on me and my hips arch under the blankets. His free hand pinches my nipple and I moan.
Greyson bites my bottom lip, then sucks on it to soothe the sting. He licks a path from my chin to my throat. I press my head back on the pillow and give him more skin to taste. His hand moves from my nipple down to rest just above my groin. I stiffen and pull away.
“I’m sorry.” I turn my head away, ashamed of my actions.
“No apologies. You’re tired. I shouldn’t be bothering you.” He moves his arm to wrap around my waist and props his head on the palm of his other hand.
“You’re not bothering me. I’m not used to this.” I gesture to our bodies lying close to each other. “It’s not natural to feel good about this.”
A frown mars his forehead. “Do you want me to leave you alone?”
Here is a decision for me. I have broken away from my father at least for the moment. I’ve found a place inside me filled with courage or maybe it is merely fatalism. If I continue to believe my father, then I’ve never actually broken out of my cage. Is the flame I feel flickering in my heart courage or desperation? Does it matter?
I place my hand on his chest over his heart. “Don’t leave me. I can’t lose what I’ve never had.” My gaze drops to the blanket covering me. “I’m nothing.”
Happy Hunk Day.
I love black and white photos, so I picked this one. Well that and he has awesome abs. 🙂 lol
Not much got written last night. I started reading a book that has given me an idea for a new book, but I was too engrossed in the book to write the idea down. lol. It’s called The Pink Triangle: The Nazi War Against Homosexuals by Richard Plant. Very interesting reading, I have to say. I didn’t know that Germany and France were rather progressive in their views on homosexuality in the mid-to-late ninteenth century.
But Angel’s story is coming along. Got a little more written on it during the day yesterday. 🙂
Hope everyone is having a great day.
“May your walls know joy; May every room hold laughter and every window open to great possibility.” —Maryanne Radmacher-Hershey
Angel’s Seduction-Part Eleven
Angel’s Seduction copyright (c)2006 T.A. Chase
Part Eleven-
I think I fell asleep on the ride to Greyson’s home. The last thing I remember is the warmth of his body and the soothing touch of his hands.
Sounds penetrate my sleep. I fight to keep from opening my eyes. I don’t want to return to the nightmare of my reality. I’m afraid last night is part of a fevered dream. As much as I fight, the voices are pulling me back into the waking world.
“I think we should have the doctor come and check him.” My uncle’s voice makes its way into my mind.
“There’s nothing wrong with him that relaxation and being away from Williamson won’t fix.” The duke sounds firm as if he really does understand my problems.
I betray my conscious state by stretching my legs. Two shadows fall over me as I open my eyes.
Greyson settles on the bed, his knee presses to my side. Relief shines in his eyes. “You’re safe.”
His words comfort me even though I didn’t know I waited to hear them.
“How long?” Once again I’m reduced to simple words around him. He must think me slow, but I can’t bring myself to care.
“Most of the day. I think last night strained your nerves.” His fingers caress my cheek.
“My life.” Nothing else makes its way past the lump in my throat.
“You’re right. Your life has been a bit of a strain, but no more. You’re safe and away from that bastard. He can’t hurt you anymore.”
The conviction in his voice touches me. Yet I know the truth. Staring over the duke’s shoulder, I see that my uncle knows the truth as well. My father will do anything to recapture me and cage me again. It matters little to him that Greyson is a duke. My father will try to destroy this man while risking the wrath of kings, princes and prime ministers.
“Won’t give up.” My heart races. I don’t want to bring sorrow or pain to this man.
I could no more hurt this man than I could deliberately rip wings off butterflies. My blue-eyed god is the only person ever to look at me and see my soul.
“Good for you. Giving up would only allow your father to win.” Greyson reaches for a glass resting on the nightstand.
Slipping his arm around my shoulders, he helps me sit up. I’m engulfed by his scent. An intriguing mixture of sweat, whisky and earth. I bury my face against his neck and breath deep. Am I trying to memorize the smell? Will remembering it sustain me when I return to my prison?
“Drink this.” He pulls back and places the glass to my lips.
I shake my head. I’ve drugged too many times to trust a simple glass of water.
“Trust me, Angel. It is only water. I’ll never lie to you.” His lips brush my ear.
This time I don’t search my uncle’s face. I study the duke’s. The expression I see is one I believe no one else has been granted. I drink the water.
He helps me lie back down, but doesn’t move from my side. Uncle clears his throat.
“What he means, your grace, is my brother won’t give up. He’ll do whatever he must to reclaim the boy.”
Greyson frowns. “Why?”
“I’m his.” Those two words tell the truth of my father’s feelings towards me. He hates and loathes me. He would gladly kill me if he could. I embarrass him, but I carry his name and for that reason alone, I am his.
“My brother is a possessive man. He will never allow his son to exist outside his control.”
“Madness.” The duke trembles, but whether from anger or fear, I don’t know.
“Yes it is but he has always been this way. So you must be careful, Greyson, if you mean to shelter the lad. His father can be a formidable foe.”
I close my eyes. The conversation doesn’t interest me. Maybe it’s because deep inside I don’t believe I’ll ever be free of my father. I carry the scars of his hatred with me on my back. They link me to him in the most primal way possible: life and death.
It is his seed that gives me life and it will be his hand that brings me death.
Darkness begins to fill my mind. I’m tired of talking. I’m tired of worrying. Tired of yearning for love and running from it as well. My last thought as I drift to sleep is I’m just tired of living.
