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Collected by Djian
updated feb 20 - 2009
Another story by ABroadsword | Ho 72
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M+/f, kidnap, nc, reluc, D/s, bnd, humil, romance
Elizabeth's Story
By ABroadsword
6
It was just getting dark and Elizabeth was fighting boredom and hunger as she stood looking out onto the courtyard of Lord Ellengale's estate. She'd refused to call for another servant after the awful experience she had earlier. She didn't mind going hungry for another little while if it meant she didn't have to see that terrible look in anyone's eyes. It was a look that said she was a thing to be devoured and used. When He looked at her it was different. His gaze was calculated and appreciative: as if he was appraising art. She enjoyed that look. It made her feel valuable where the others made her feel worthless.
The young girl's thoughts were interrupted by movement outside. A horse clattered into the courtyard, and the impressive cloaked figure of Lord Ellengale stepped down from its back unhurriedly. Several other horses followed only a few seconds later, entering the courtyard through the main gate, from where, she could only guess. As she watched from her window overlooking the yard, she saw him turn around slowly, surveying his home as he returned to it. His head turned this way and that, and his cloak billowed lazily in the light breeze of the early evening. After cursory glances around the courtyard and at some of his guards, His gaze settled on her window, directly on her. She gasped softly for a moment, surprised he could see so far with such intensity. His eyes were unmistakably on her as she stood in the window, bare shoulders accentuated by the strapless white dress that gleamed as that of an angel looking down on him. His normally grim face softened slightly, and he smiled at her, nodding his head as if to acknowledge her waiting for him. He let his eyes linger on her beautiful silhouette for a moment longer before turning to bark orders at the men following him. They dismounted immediately and began leading horses toward the stable before vanishing from Elizabeth's line of sight.
Even if they had not, she would not ahv watched them anyway. Her eyes were for one man, and one man only as He walked from near the fountain, up the shallow steps to the front door, which was held open for him by one of the guards standing at the main entrance. She watched until he disappeared inside then turned from the window and sighed softly. Moving away from the window, Elizabeth's heels tapped on the hardwood floor noisily announcing her every movement. She made her way to the bed and sat on the corner facing the doorway, knees together and back straight, waiting for him. She sat quietly for several long minutes, hands folded on her knee, eyes watching the doorway to her prison, waiting for him to come to her. She knew he would come soon. She could see in his eyes as he looked up at her window that he would come soon. It was only a matter of time, and she would wait patiently for him.
Having been hopelessly bored for the last hour, Elizabeth found the next few minutes even harder. She fidgeted with the dress, picking at imaginary lint that clung to it only in her eyes, or shuffled her feet, turning them this way and that to stretch her ankles after having worn the high heels all day. She avoided touching her face or hair, having spent so much time making it perfect for him, but still she nibbled on her bottom lip nervously, eyes looking down at the floorboards impatiently. He was surely a busy man, but she knew he would come for her. She did not know why she knew, but she knew he would look after her and take care of her while she was in his house.
Nervous impatience turned to worry after the first few minutes, and Elizabeth started to wonder why he was not coming. Surely he had seen her looking. He had looked right at her and smiled. He would come, wouldn't he? He wouldn't leave her alone, would he? Her thoughts swirled and she alternately chided herself for being so nervous and pouted that he had not yet come. After what seemed like an eternity sitting on the bed, Elizabeth stood and began to pace quietly back and forth, not caring that her feet were a little sore or that walking was awkward. Distracted by her thoughts as she was, she didn't think about the shoes or walking in them, and instead just paced quietly, shuffling in the tall heels effortlessly, her pert young ass swaying inside the poofy dress. Her pacing took her back to the window. The courtyard was silent now, the horses and men having dispersed. Lights were on in several of the windows across the yard, but Elizabeth couldn't make out any activity in any of them.
Busying herself with moving about the room, Elizabeth wasted the next hour, nervousness gnawing at her tummy, mixed with excitement and self doubt as to why he would not have come yet. She kept telling herself he was going to walk in the door any minute, and by the time the handle of the door creaked she had worked herself into a tight ball of nerves. She barely noticed the movement out of the corner of her eye before the sound of the hinges startled her and her attention snapped fully to the door. She hurriedly sat at the foot of the bed again and shuffled her feet under her, wiggling her butt cutely so that she sat up nice and straight.
Sitting proudly on display for Him, Elizabeth watched as her captor entered the room cautiously. He poked his head in first, a concerned expression on his beautiful face that brought the hard lines of his brows into a slight vee. As he saw Elizabeth sitting on the he straightened and the look vanished, replaced by the quiet calm she had first seen there. His eyes met hers, and she was forced to look down, unable to keep her gaze on his for any length of time. Her tummy fluttered as she realized once again how strong a presence this man held. Her hands pulled timidly at the dress and she opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. His footsteps coming nearer caused her to look up enough to see his boots approaching to within a few feet of her. He had shut the door behind himself on the way in.
"I was worried, Elizabeth. I knocked and you did not answer. Is everything alright?"
He was worried about her! She flushed pink, matching her fingernails which continued to pull at the dress nervously. She forced herself to sit still and lifted her head slowly, her eyes sweeping up his frame, over the tightness of his leather breeches, to the simple black belt he wore, held closed by a simple clasp and buckle. Her eyes fixed on it, afraid to look up at his face, and she found herself noticing the impressive looking bulge just below the belt. It was pronounced within the tightness of his pants, and she licked her dry lips unconsciously as she stared at it before answering in a timid voice, "I. I must not have heard. I'm sorry. m'Lord." She added the feeble title at the last second, but it seemed somehow inadequate in her mind, so she thought she would avoid using it again.
"I see." He looked around the room , noting the discarded black skirt and corset still on the floor where she had discarded them earlier. His lips curled into a slight frown, but she didn't notice, still staring at his belt. Turning his gaze back to her, he smiled and lifted a hand gently under her chin, his thin fingers curling under her delicate jaw to lift her face so he might gaze at it more directly.
"You look stunning, little one. You make that dress shine." He smiled down at her and she giggled nervously, eyes gazing up at him as he lifted her face. She looked as long as she could, her gaze taking in the intensity of his, watching the way his face moved as he spoke, awed by the perfection of his features as much as he was stricken by hers. His finger was still gently under her chin, softly caressing the flesh of her neck with little movements. He stared down at her and she up at him for a long moment, no words exchanged between them. Elizabeth found herself unable to stare any longer and looked down and away, turning her head to the side, feeling his hand gently cup the side of her face as she did. She found herself leaning into the caress, letting his fingers curl around her face and taking comfort in the warmth of his hand. Her head turned slightly and she found herself nuzzling his palm with her cheek, tears welling up in her eyes as she did.
"Thank you for coming." Was all she said, heedless of the hours she'd spent waiting, heedless of the nervousness and impatience, so happy he had come at all. This place was so alien to her, and its people so hostile. All but him. He was her solace in this bizarre twist of fate that had taken her life. She felt so much emotion washing over her that she began to shake, and she swallowed the lump in her throat that was threatening to bring torrents of tears to the surface.
"Shhh, little one. It's okay." his hand was on her shoulder now, her bare, smooth shoulder. He could feel the softness of her skin, so smooth and so warm. He moved beside her and sat on the bed with the trembling young girl. His hand slid from her face, softly down her neck, cupping it gently before withdrawing and moving to her lap where he took her hand in his. "I am sorry it took so long for me to come. Wars are tricky business. Please forgive me for having left you alone here all day. I had meant to see you after breakfast and show you where you might find something to spend your time. Sitting alone in a room all day must have been exhausting. You must be angry with me."
The girl silently shook her head, and found that she was not angry at him in the least. She was grateful he had come. The feeling of safety she felt with him sitting beside her was unlike anything she had felt in a long time, if ever. His hand was warm, and she curled her fingers softly around it, staring at the union of their skin, watching his thumb softly pet the back of her small hand. Her pink nails curled around his hand and gently rested on his palm. He smiled slightly and reached up with his free hand to slide her bangs away from her face that he might get a better look at her face. She continued to stare at his hand resting in his lap, near that bulge.
Elizabeth swallowed again, and found the tears that almost came fading. She felt so tired all of a sudden, and now that he was here, she felt safe and sheltered. She didn't want him to leave. Ever. She found his approval intoxicating; his compliments made her feel so happy. She squeezed his hand gently as her thoughts swirled, happy to be here with him and not have to talk or think about what had happened to her. His thumb continued to stroke her hand gently as his fingers brushed the hair from her face, and his fingertips began to softly caress her cheek and jawline. He traced the lines of her face, watching her reactions, watching her eyes evade his. He spoke softly, barely above a whisper, and slid his fingers down the side of her face slowly, tracing the lines of her ear.
"You're not angry with me, little one? Thank you. Tonight i will show you the library. There are many wonders to behold within its pages and you may spend as much time as you like there. I have a steam room you might enjoy also, and i will take you to my study if you wish. When I am home I can usually be found there. Your company when I am there would make the work seem less tiresome." He chuckled quietly, causing his chest to rumble, and his hand slid softly down her neck, caressing her bare shoulder. She felt the lightness of his touch and it made her tremble with delight. Her thighs pressed together more firmly and she was sure he could smell the wetness forming down there. Somehow she managed to find her voice and spoke softly.
"Please. Dont go. Just stay with me tonight? Please?" She was almost begging, and her head turned to stare at him, her big green eyes pleading desperately for his company. Pleading desperately for him to stay and comfort her and let her feel safe for a little while. He nodded his head slowly and the relief that washed over her face was a sight to behold. Her smile came hesitantly and her arms slid around his broad shoulders. Her head fell onto his shoulder and she squeezed him firmly, afraid to let go. His strong arms came around her, holding her gently against his chest, hands softly caressing her bare back. She cooed quietly at his caress and found her face buried in his neck, her breath warm against his skin, his scent filling her nostrils. Without thinking, Elizabeth pressed her lips against his skin, her teeth nibbling softly at the flesh of his neck, her gentle kiss bringing a soft moan from his throat. The timid girl's whisper was sultry now, and as he held her in his arms, she spoke quietly into his ear, the moisture of her breath tickling his skin and sending electric jolts down his spine. There was magic in her kiss, and he could feel it to the core of his being, "Please, dont go. I need you." And there was no mistaking exactly what Elizabeth needed.