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I’m sorry to everyone who stopped by today for the next installment of Angel’s Seduction. It won’t be up until tomorrow. I left the flash drive it’s on at home. I knew I was going to do it too…lol. I rushed out of the house because I had to take C to work this morning, so I could have his car for the day. To make up for it, I’ll post two installments. One tomorrow and the next one on Saturday. 🙂
Thank you to everyone who commented yesterday on my question about a HIV positive hero. You all had valid points. I guess this will be a story I work on while I’m writing other less complicated stories. I don’t want to rush through the story and gloss over the problems Paul would have in his life because of his illness. It’s a topic that deserves all the research and understanding I can give it. So I’ll keep you updated as I get farther along into the planning of the story.
But here’s a cowboy for you today. (Though I don’t know many cowboys who would wear that belt. 😉 ) Enjoy him. Again I’m sorry about the delay on getting Part Twenty-Two up for you.
“Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.” —J.R.R. Tolkien
Happy Hunk Day.
Hey everyone. How’s things? lol
Don’t have much to talk about. Did a little writing last night. Mostly on Angel’s Seduction, but I’m formulating another story in the back of my mind. (There’s a big shock, huh?) lol
I have a question though. Everyone feel free to answer it. If one of the heroes in a story of mine were to be HIV postive, would that be a turn-off for you? There would still be sex (though always w/ a condom). Would it be too depressing or still in the back of your mind while you read?
People are living longer than before because of medication and a few of those people actually have good/loving relationships with their partners.
That’s the question I’m posing to all of you. I haven’t started the story or anything, just began to think about it, so it’s not written in stone (or on the computer) yet. lol It can always be changed. 🙂
Hope everyone has a great day.
“What would you attempt to do if you knew you could not fail?”
Angel’s Seduction-Part Twenty-One
Sorry no picture today. Blogger won’t let me upload it, but here’s the next scene for AS.Angel’s Seduction copyright (c) 2006 T.A. Chase
Part Twenty-One:
Greyson is home when I return from my ride. I hand the butler my hat and gloves. Without taking my eyes off the golden god walking towards me, I allow the butler to help me off with my coat. As soon as I’m free, I move to meet Greyson in the hallway.
He brushes a finger over my cheek and smiles. “Enjoy your ride, love?”
“Yes, I did. I’m surprised Jack managed to get my gelding out of the stable without Father knowing about it.” I reach out and touch his arm, convincing myself he’s real and with me.
“Well, if he hadn’t, I would have bought you a mount. I remember how happy you look riding in the Park.” He takes my hand and leads me down the hall to the study where we met my uncle last night. “I thought I’d find you still asleep. You aren’t too sore from last night?”
Heat blossoms in my face and I duck my head, embarrassed by his frankness. My prick hardens as well, merely from the touch of his hand and his scent filling my nose.
“You blush just like a maiden.” His hands cups my face and lifts my gaze to meet his. “I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable, Angel. I’m a little unsure how to treat you. I’m not used to dealing with one so innocent.”
I see the worry and concern in his eyes. He is worried about scaring me or embarrassing me. I don’t think he’s been nervous or unsure of himself in decades. I place my hands over his and press them closer to my skin.
“Don’t treat me like a fragile creature about to break. As you’ve said yourself, I’m stronger than I look. I just need time to adjust. I’ve never been in any kind of relationship-friendship or whatever it is we have here. All my life, I’ve heard that everything we did last night was wrong and depraved. Though I’ll admit I had no idea men could do that. My father never went into details about those acts he called perversions.” I kiss the palms of each hand and hold one to my chest over the spot where my heart beats.
“I’m sure your father wouldn’t know exactly what we do either. He’s one of many who would claim any sort of passion and love to be wrong.” He mimics my action and my hand rests over his heart.
The beat is strong and true. I have the feeling that his heart beats for me now and were I to leave, it would stop. I stare up at him, not understanding how I got to be so lucky? What god is smiling at me to make this man fall in love with me? We step closer to each other.
“Why?” It’s the question repeating over and over in my mind, though I’m less concerned about the answer now.
“I’ll tell you, but come and sit with me.”
I follow him to the chair I sat in last night. He sits down and tugs me down on to his lap. I curl up, resting my head on his shoulder. His arms wrap around me. I’m safe and warm. Love swells through me. Nothing must happen to the man because of me. Fear tries to raise its ugly head. I know my father won’t give up. He’ll try to tear us apart. Are the chains we are forging between each other going to be strong enough to withstand his assault?
Greyson’s hand trails over my arm and rests on my hip. “Do you know when I saw you for the first time?”
“Was it the ball where you kissed me?” That was when I truly noticed him.
“No. That was the night I finally saw my interest returned. Which is why I followed you out into the garden and kissed you.” He laughed softly. “I must be better at sulking and spying than I thought.”
“I’m sure you’re marvelous at spying, but I wouldn’t have noticed you before then. I was too caught up in my own misery. That night was the first night I wasn’t in pain from Father’s abuse.” I gasp as his arms tighten around me.
“I would call him out if I could.” Anger causes his voice to become a growl.
I stroke my hand over his arm. “I know, but he isn’t worth the chance of you getting injured in some way. I’m free of him now. So when was the first time you saw me?” I want to distract him away from his anger at my father.
“It was at the first ball of the Season. I planned on just making an appearance and then leaving. I don’t spend a great deal of time in Society. The people try my patience. I went because my friend’s wife was giving the ball and it would make her happy if the Duke of Northamptonshire showed.” Greyson sounds annoyed.
“I went to that one because my father made me. He forced me out of bed and dressed me. He told me I needed to make an appearance because he was going to arrange a marriage for me. I thought about protesting. I wanted to yell at him that I didn’t want to get married, but my back still wore the marks from my last beating. So I went.” I remember that night. I had been in such a haze of pain, I wouldn’t have noticed the Regent if he’d been standing in front of me.
“That explains why you were so pale and your eyes so sad. I walked in and there you were. It was as if a light shone down on you and a voice spoke in my ear as clearly as you are talking to me.” Awe fills his voice.
“What did it say?”
“You were the one. The one I’d been searching for all of my life.” Greyson sighs and nods towards the portrait of his wife on the wall above the mantel. “I married my wife when I was twenty-two. Our fathers arranged our marriage. I knew I needed to have an heir. I also knew that I could never love her. I didn’t have the strength to say no.”
“Were you faithful to her?” I’m not sure why I want to know.
“Yes, I was.” He hugs me closer to him. “I never shared anyone’s bed, not even hers after our second son was born. I was celibate for twelve years and then she died. I found myself free from the constraints of my marriage and Society. I had my heir and the title now. Yet I wasn’t happy. I came to Town looking for something, but I didn’t know what until the night I saw you. I never believed in love at first sight, yet when I saw you, I knew I would love you.”
The honesty in his voice tells me he believes what he is saying. How anyone could know they would love me just from seeing me once confuses me. I don’t think of myself as lovable.
“No one I asked knew who you were. I kept my inquiries contained to my closest friends. None of the gossipmongers needed to know I was interested in you. Finally one of them told me you were Williamson’s heir. By then I knew you were my Angel and all the rest of it was just nonsense. I held my breath in anticipation whenever I went to a ball. Would you be there? Would I get a chance to talk to you? Your eyes brought tears to mine. You were so sad. So lonely. Then I followed you into the garden and lost my heart completely.”
He lifts my chin and presses a gentle kiss to my lips. I let him in, wrapping my arms around his neck and moving as close as I could to him. The first kiss we shared, the one he said caused him to lose his heart was the one to hand me the key to my freedom. I want to explain how our kiss made me begin to understand I was worth something more than just being a whipping boy. But I don’t want to stop kissing him long enough to tell him. It can wait.
Monday..Monday
Sorry I didn’t post yesterday. I thought maybe I’d try and stay away from the internet and see if that helped with getting some writing done. Did it? Nope, not really. lol. Oh well. I had good intentions this weekend, but didn’t really get much of anything accomplished.
I did get the news that instead of the end of Sept…it looks like Here Be Dragons will be out at the beginning of that month. Woo-hoo! Can’t wait for that. Kael and Hugh are a great couple, but I have to say-even as the writer-I’m more intrigued by the relationship between Mordred and St. George. 🙂 Now there’s an interesting pair.
Well, I have to start working now at my ‘real’ job. Hope you all have a good Monday.
“A friend stands beside you and under you and lifts you up.”–Maya Angelou
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
