Chapter 4
“You are going to be late, Sarah. You know how she is.”
Sarah just smiled and asked Darlee what it was that she needed done.
“Are you asking for trouble? I know you like to get a rise out of her, but she is not someone that you want to cross.”
“I have been pulled off of her duties and sent to the kitchens. So I am here to do whatever you need done.”
“What do you mean? Who did this?”
“My lord told me just last night. It seems that his wife is not very happy with the way I am doing things, so now I am here with you.”
Darlee just shook her head. “I would not want to be down here if I could go up there and sit all day.”
“It is not as nice as it sounds. It is boring and you have to listen to her complain all day. I can see why my lord is always gone. I would want to be as far away from her as possible.”
“Watch your tongue child. You just make sure that they don’t hear you saying that sort of thing about them. I know that she can be hard to deal with, but believe me when I tell you that I have worked under far worse. My lord isn’t so bad, but his wife is a bit harder to deal with. Just remember that you are home now. I don’t want you to be sent away.”
“I am not trying to go anywhere. It is better here than it ever was at home. Besides, I thought you would be happy that I was down here with you.”
Darlee softened. “I am. Now get to work or I will send you to the stables next.”
That made Sarah scurry off to start the many loaves of bread. There was supposed to be a sort of celebration before the Lord of the house left for another fight in the upper clans. There was to be a lot of people there that night and it was up to the kitchen to make sure that everything went well. Sarah was running around most of the day and even though she was exhausted by the time the meal was finally served, there was nowhere else she would have rather been. Even though the work was harder, the rooms were hotter, it was still better than having to serve Mila. The woman had a bad temper and she was much happier working with the more level headed cook.
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The celebration was not for the servants, but it gave them all some time once it started. Sarah found herself drinking a little and laughing with several of the other women that worked in the kitchens. She was sent to find another bottle in the cellar down two flights of stairs, but there were so many to choose from. Sarah didn’t know much about the drink, but she knew that she liked the way it made her feel. It was no wonder that everyone was always so happy when they were drinking, she thought to herself. If she would have known it was so good, she would have tried it a long time ago. Sarah had had a drink with Finn a few times, but never that much. She felt giddy and even though the walls were closing in on her and the coolness of the cellar did nothing for the burning throughout her body.
When she finally got down there, Sarah didn’t know which one to pick and she was finding her vision blurred and everything a bit hard to see. When she heard his voice again behind her, she startled and then turned around to answer his question.
Lars looked as though he had had enough to drink as well. His dark eyes were almost black and he was standing so close to Sarah suddenly.
“What are you doing down here?”
“I’m…” Sarah couldn’t think and she wondered why she suddenly couldn’t think of anything to say. He had a way about him and his hands were touching her shoulder, then her face and she felt the stone behind her as he pinned her body closer to his.
His eyes were stuck to her lips and when he moved down to give her a kiss, she melted in against him. Sarah had never kissed another man besides Finn. It was never something that she had experienced and kissing Lars was unlike anything she had ever felt. There was no chaste kiss and then a whisper in the ear. With Lars he was overwhelming her and in need. The other man didn’t have the need that Lars did from years of no satisfaction, the ache for something more.
He tasted like wine, the taste so strong that it was starting to make her feel even drunker. She felt hands on her hips, pushing her back into the wall, his fingers biting into her soft flesh. Sarah whimpered and then moaned as he cupped her backside, pressing her against him so she could feel his own hard need against her core. Sarah had never felt such a rush of desire and her arms moved around his neck, wanting more of what he had to offer.
Never once did her mind even think for him to stop. She wanted more, needed all that he had to give. Lars pulled away and looked down at her dilated eyes. His hand had found the way up her skirt and his biting nails dug into her thigh as he moved upwards. Sarah’s eyes closed, her head leaning back slightly as he first found her wetness. The feel of the sticky heat was enough to push him forward, starting to push inside of her before he realized there is something blocking his way.
That fact sobered him up a little and he moved his touch higher to the small nub of pleasure that was swollen with her need. Sarah felt the change from slight painful pressure, to a pleasure so shocking it made her jerk with each pass of his hand. Lars hadn’t known, but the idea of her untouched made him want to change it.
But not there, not like that.
Sarah was someone that he had to savor, take his time with. But first, he wanted nothing more than to hear and feel her release. He needed that as much as the man needed his next breath.
As his touch increased, so did the small sounds of pleasure that came from her mouth. She was driving him crazy and it wasn’t long before he was forgetting why he couldn’t have her right then. As the first wave of pleasure went over her, Sarah clung to him.
“Oh my Lord!”
She repeated it over and over again, holding on to his neck in a death grip. It was more than she could have hoped for or needed. He was too much and as his mouth moved to her neck, she was losing herself again. Everything inside of her felt tight and then it was all released to nothingness.
“When I make you come, Sarah, I want to hear you call out my name.”
Her head nodded, but her eyes were still closed. She felt his lips against hers and Sarah swayed towards him, her knees still too weak. She would do anything he wanted, anything at all. All he had to do was ask. When she opened her eyes and finally met his dark ones, he knew that he had her. Sarah was going to be his.
There was a sound that brought them out of their thoughts and Darlee stopped when she saw the two in the cellar.
“My apologies, my lord. I didn’t know you were down here.”
He smiled at Darlee and then started to walk away. His mind was no longer on boos, but getting his wife out of the castle. The girl would have to be kept a secret, and though Mila had her own lover, she would not be so understanding of him having one. She had one because he didn’t want her. It was as simple as that. Lars still didn’t want her, but he was sick of putting his own needs to the side. He wanted the ebony beauty that’s need still covered his hand.