BONUS CHAPTER
“I hope you’re up for it; it’s a long walk.” Enzo took my hand and pulled me up from my chair.
Lucas laughed from across the room. “You’ll get used to the long walks before you know it. There’s a lot of ground to cover in this place.” He walked over to Margarite and sat beside her with Esme who had her nose stuck in her phone playing a game.
I still hadn’t seen the entire castle, and Enzo had made a point to take me on tour of a new section each day. Now and then those trips would lead to romantic encounters, but most times, there were too many people around for that.
“I’m not afraid of a long walk. In the event industry, we stayed on our feet for hours at a time, but my biggest fear is wandering off alone and getting lost.”
“Don’t go anywhere without your cell phone and you’ll be fine,” said Esme, who had been paying more attention than I’d thought.
“Have you ever gotten lost?” I asked.
She looked up at me with a grin. “No, I figure if I keep walking I’ll end up full circle. As long as I don’t leave the castle.” She shrugged, and the others laughed at my expense. Of course, the castle was a huge maze, but getting lost would be harder than it seemed.
I elbowed Enzo who had laughed the loudest. “Where are you taking me?”
“To the north dungeon.”
Lucas cleared his throat, and I turned to see him giving Enzo a devilish grin.
“What’s in the north dungeon?”
“It’s the castles medieval torture chamber.” His wide grin and the side eye he kept giving his friend told me that there was more than he was telling me.
“Have fun, Your Majesty. We’ll take Esme for ice cream.” Margarite turned her head and gave him a look that let me know she didn’t like Lucas making those types of promises.
“Thanks, friend. And cancel my calls. I’ll do them tomorrow.”
Lucas gave him a wink as Enzo took my hand and led me out the door and down the hall.
The castle was a maze of sprawling hallways and grand rooms, and each new wing was decorated in a theme and represented something from the kingdom’s past.
“What’s so special about the torture chamber?” I asked as we turned another corner. “It’s not still in use, is it?” I giggled, but he turned and met my eyes with a serious look.
“We’ll have to see. Some say it’s haunted from the centuries past and some people still think they hear the moans of ghosts and demons echoing through the surrounding halls.”
“You’re trying to scare me.” I gave him a look to let him know there was no way I’d be worried, but then his expression didn’t falter.
“These old castles are full of spirits. Think about the deaths that have occurred here. My father aside, there have been hundreds. And think about the energy in that chamber, the fight of a mortal man to keep his life and the energy he exuded. I don’t think it’s entirely unbelievable.”
We reached a door, and he looked around as if to make sure we weren’t being followed, and then he opened the door, and there was a small entrance which led to the stairs.
“It’s dark down this staircase so, watch your step.”
I clung to him, holding on tight to his arm and matching his steps so close I nearly tripped over both of our feet. “Is it this dark down in the chamber?” I wasn’t sure I wanted to be in the dark, dank dungeon without any light at all. Not even with Enzo.
“Are you scared?”
“I know you’ll keep me safe.”
The air changed the lower we went, and soon it was musty and damp. Enzo led us along the wall a few steps at the bottom of the stairs and then with a loud pop of electricity, the lights came on.
The room was just as big as his living quarters, and there were lots of old bolts on the walls with chains. There were so many feet between them to keep the prisoners from touching one another. Then there were some up higher than the others with long obelisk beneath them, and what appeared to be standing stones.
“What are those for?” I pointed to a tall stand with what reminded me of a tall gabled roof.
“They’d put them straddling that board and tie weights to their feet.” I looked down to the two large weights which looked to be so heavy; I doubted I’d be able to lift them even with my legs.
I swallowed a huge lump in my throat and met his eyes.
“I’m sorry. This isn’t why I brought you here.” He walked me around to the other side of the room, where there was a large wall partitioning one side from another. On that side, away from the gruesome shackles and stones, was a large table. It had straps for your head, feet, and wrists.
“What would they do with this?”
“Hop up, and I’ll show you.”
“Hop up? I can’t in this outfit; it’s one of my favorites.” The tight leggings and long shirt dress were new, and Esme had helped me pick it out.
He took a whip off the rack hanging near the table and cracked it. “Then you should take them off.” I gave him a wide smile.
“That’s what you brought me down here for? Sex?”
“I told you, it’s been a legend here for some time that some have heard the ghostly screams and moans coming from this chamber.”
“So, I’m not the first woman you’ve had down here? Is that what you’re saying?” His face changed, and I knew he knew he was busted.
“Lots of people have snuck down here, and yes, if you must know. I’ve brought others here before. None that I loved, but yes, girls. Lucas has too.”
“Of course, he has. That’s what those looks were all about.” I stepped closer, and he brought the whip around my waist and held me close.
“Will you be gentle?” I kissed him softly and pulled away.
“I think you’ll have to trust me, but I’m not making any promises.” When his eyes smoldered like they were, I always got a warm, tingly feeling between my legs and that moment was no exception.
I stepped back and pulled down my pants and laid them across the farthest end of the table and then slipped off my top and bra. I left my panties in place, and Enzo didn’t protest as I climbed up onto the dusty table and turned around.
“Lay down.” I did as he told, resting my head against the dust-covered table and thinking of how badly I’d need a bath, and perhaps a tetanus shot when I was done as he rattled the rusty chains.
“Let me know if it hurts.” His voice was another command, and I nodded as he closed the cuffs around my wrist and then walked around the table to secure the other. Then came my feet, and soon enough, I was strapped down and unable to move.
He brought the whip against my skin, letting it drag and tickle me. Then he brought the handle against my mound, and I tensed. “I guess we’re about to see how much trust you have in me.”
“Complete trust.” My chest heaved because my heart was pounding so fast, and my eyes followed him as he walked around and stood down between my feet.
He rubbed the whip handle against my clit, and though I was cinched down tight, with little room to wiggle, I couldn’t help but fight against my restraints. Soon, they bit into my skin, and I cried out.
“Careful, baby. Don’t move too much.” He crawled up on the table and knelt between my legs which were spread wide, and not going any wider. And then he leaned down, and his warm mouth closed on my clit, right where the whip handle had been.
His tongue slipped down, licking its way to my slit where he pushed it deep into my channel as a finger teased my tender bud. I cried out as the pleasure rolled through me and he lapped faster, taking in my nectar in greedy pulls.
Not being able to move was frustrating, but extremely arousing too. I wanted to move so badly, to assist and guide him right where I needed him most, but there was nothing I could do but let him have his way with me.
He rose up and lay across me, and dipped down for a quick kiss. Then he reached down, and I felt the warmth of his cock as he centered his head against my clit and rubbed against it, spreading my juices.
I whimpered wanting to move so badly that I started to shake as he pushed his cock into me. Then I cried out as he leaned forward to bury his face in the crook of my neck. His chest rose up against me as he pushed into my depths and I turned my head and bit into his shoulder careful not to break the skin.
He hissed and slowly fucked me, grinding his cock, pushing me harder against the hard, creaking table.
“I’m not going to let you free until you’re lying in a puddle.” He rocked his hips, and I came hard, shuddering around him and milking his cock. “That’s my girl.” He kept steady, not letting up, not even after I finished.
He pulled out, and I thought he’d climb off the table and untie me, but then he came up, straddling my body, his strong thighs on either side of my head. I raised up and took his balls into my mouth as he stroked his cock, and then turned around, straddling my face as his mouth went down on me. I lifted my head and whimpered, and he lowered himself so I could take him into my mouth and he rocked his hips pushing his cock deep into my throat.
I gagged and coughed, and he pulled back jumping down to his feet.
“Please let me loose,” I begged, shaking my shackles.
He grinned wickedly. “I will, but only to tie you up again.” He walked up and undid my wrists, and I sat up and caught my breath as he went to my ankles and freed me.
“That was intense.” I stared down at his huge erection which was now an angry red with bulging veins.
“Come down.” He helped me off the table and then walked me to a large stock post in the middle of the room.
“You’re not putting me in that are you?” He nodded and lifted the bar, his eyes telling and not asking.
I felt my pussy tingle as I thought of him taking me hard from behind which was my latest favorite position. I hesitated a little, and he stood me in front of it and urged me forward. “Trust me, Cindy.”
I leaned forward and positioned my neck and wrists, and he clamped down the bar which held me in place, before kicking at my feet to urge them apart. I had never felt so vulnerable, not even when I’d been strapped to the table. And he walked up and took me hard from behind, his thick cock ramming my pussy deep as he held my hips.
I was lost in a wave of ecstasy, my body convulsing as I quivered around his cock and my releases, which had gone multiple again, ran down my legs.
He fucked me hard for the longest time, and it wasn’t until my legs were shaking so badly and I couldn’t stand, that he was holding me up against him, that he came, soaking my walls with his thick, hot seed.
He stilled and pulled away, and I stood there shaking unable to collapse as I wanted. I sagged as much as I could with my head in the brace, and he opened up the bar, I fell to the dusty floor.
He reached down and picked me up and pulled me into his arms, then after a moment of just sitting there together, he helped me dress and climb the stairs.
Once we reached the top, I sagged against him on weak and wobbly legs. “Can all of the tours be like this?”
“Well, we only have the one torture chamber, but we can come back down whenever you like.” He kissed my hand and led me down the hall.
“Tomorrow it is, then.”
Enzo chuckled as we rounded the first corner. “That’s my girl.”
The End