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Courtesan	By : Shelindrea Category: Twilight Series > Het > Jacob/Renesmee Views: 4787 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Precious Gift – Chapter 3

I followed Master Jacob to his chamber, shaking and fearful, unsure of what was happening. I had never been given to any man and to be sent to the feet of THIS man was inconceivable…a dream.

He led me to his chamber, and I was flooded with fear and excitement, but twas not what I expected at all.

I had been told an opening was an oft times mechanical and cold thing. That it was a proforma experience. One that was not cruel…if one was lucky.

He sat me on a rug before the hearth and raised my chin with his finger. He bade me look into his eyes and spoke softly. "Girl..." he said, "this is a night that has exceeded my imaginings. My brother welcomes me into his house, and I am honored and rewarded. But above all, girl, I am here with you. Still, it is not enough. I cannot believe I would say that, but it is true, I want something more. And will not rest until I have it. Look at me girl, and then answer me honestly with no pretense or fear, only truth."

I trembled at his touch and was terrified that he would speak to me so. I raised my eyes to his and looked in those dark eyes and braced for the query.

"Girl... Renesmee....Nessie, do you desire me? Do not answer as you think you should. Answer with honesty.

I have never been asked such a question, and I trembled, for to admit desire to him seemed so beyond my capability. But he kept me staring and looked deeply in my eyes, and again asked, "Nessie, please speak, for I shall not touch you without your desire. I have a softness for you and wish you to feel more than a duty."

A tear leaked from my eye, and I bit my lip. He misinterpreted it. He seemed to think it was a sign that I did not want him, and he withdrew his hand. He went to stand, sighing. Then somewhere from deep within me, a surge overwhelmed me, and I threw myself at his feet. "Master, I pine for you, your touch, your smiles, your favor. I yearn for you, Master, 'tis indecent. Forgive me."

He caught me by the elbows and raised me against himself. Then he touched my cheek with his palm and smiled. It was as if the heaven opened to shine upon me.

"Good girl. This is well. And never lie to me, ever. If I speak to you here, in this chamber, there are to be no secrets, no falsehoods, and no pretenses. Here we speak only truths. And here you are MINE. You hear?"

I nodded, and then he pressed his lips to mine. He kissed me sweetly and secretly. I sighed, and he deepened the kiss taking my mouth with his tongue and plundering it, teasing and tempting me to duel with his. I moaned and responded more than is seemly.

He lifted me and carried me to the huge bed tossing me lightly into its depths. Then he disrobed me softly in the firelight, his eyes devouring me, and my skin warmed to his gaze.

He touched me; his hands warm and slightly rough skimmed my pale, soft flesh. My nipples peaked into his palms and deep warmth flooded me from within. I was complete in his hands. Yet, I felt empty and hollow. His lips caressed my skin with sweet, open mouthed kisses, and his tongue bathed me in sweet moisture.

He roamed from the column of my neck down to my collarbone and then slowly, tortuously to my breast. He lifted his mouth as he reached the hardened tip and raised his eyes to mine. A look of reverence graced his face, and as his eyes held mine he took it into his puckered lips. He drew upon it tightly, and I felt a tremor deep within. I felt moisture flood between my legs, and my hands wound themselves into his inky hair, holding him tightly to my breast.

I could not believe how good it felt to have his tongue lave my skin in the rhythmic way it did. I arched into him, desperate for more. Not ever knowing what “more” meant for sure. All I knew was I longed to be touched everywhere. After some time, he moved his ministrations to the other breast and paid it as much homage as he paid the first. I was moaning and writhing within his arms. I was undone, but all I cared about was that he kept touching me.

Then he bade me remove his clothing. My fingers trembled as I lifted his tunic and exposed a chiseled chest, rock hard and tanned. I was overwhelmed by his beauty. My breath caught and my mouth watered. I could not resist and kissed the valleys and planes of his form as my hands explored his physique. My breath quickened, and I became a wanton thing. I removed his trousers and revealed his turgid cock. His manhood stood tall and proud. My eyes could not be torn from him. I was terrified and fascinated all in one. I reached out my hand longing to touch him, but afraid. After a moment, he took my hand and placed it on his straining shaft.

It was satiny yet hard as steel. He hissed as my hand circled him and my eyes flew to his, fearing I had displeased him. Yet, his face showed only pleasure when I looked into it. I felt his hand guide me. He circled it around his pulsing cock and eased it up to the tip and then down again. Each time I pumped him, he seemed to grow even harder within my fist. I watched his eyes and saw them darken with desire and want. I liked that I was the cause of that look, and I continued as he had shown me. He removed his own hand allowing me to explore. I looked back down to see a drop of clear liquid forming at the very tip. I let my fingers brush softly over it and found it easier to continue as the moisture lubricated my hand.

“God, Ness, that feels so good,” he said huskily.

“Yes, master, it does,” I answered.

Then I felt his hand still mine. I looked back to his face confused by his action. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, not at all. It's just that that is not how I want to find release, and if you continue I will lose myself like some youth.”

Then he laid me down among the soft furs and touched me in my most secret place. I became molten in his hands. I writhed and moaned and arched to him needing his touch more than air. His fingers became slick with the moisture my body provided, and he found a place at the apex of my thighs that caused me to claw the bed as ecstasy filled my every nerve. Then he slipped a finger deep within me, and I gasped and my eyes began to close of their own volition.

“Oh no, Nessie. Open your eyes. Show me your pleasure, never hide from me. Tell me, do you like this?

“God, yes,” I sighed.

“That's my girl. Now do you feel how I know this body? Can you feel how I can make you quicken at my touch?”

As he spoke, I felt a pulse deep within. My breath came in pants, and I could no longer contain it. I felt as if I were standing on a peak looking down over a great height. Then he increased the pressure of his finger on the bundle of nerves, and suddenly, I was falling from that height, except it felt like flying. I felt like I was exploding and yet completely centered on where he touched me.

Suddenly, Jacob was kissing me again and whispering endearments into my ear. “That was the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. God, I love watching you shatter for me. You are so wet and ready for me now. Tell me you are ready.”

I could not find air to speak the words so I nodded to him. He opened my thighs and placed his shaft there at my center, just touching me. I was whimpering and writhing beneath him but he stilled me with a kiss and whispered in my ear. "Ness, you must still yourself. I would not hurt you for the entire universe. Hush, be thee still and allow me to take you to a new place."

Then he entered me, slowly at first stretching and inching into me as my womanhood accommodated his fullness. I was floating in a heavenly haze. Then he bade me look at him. "Nessie, open your eyes. Look at me, and know that here in this room, in these arms....” he seated himself deeper into my sheath and I heard him moan low in his throat. “Nessie, who is your master?"

"You are. You are my Master." I responded breathily.

“Say it, Ness. Say my name,” he ordered. “Tell me, who am I?”

I was overwhelmed with the feeling of him filling me so completely, and also the emotions that were flooding my very soul. It was death to a slave, to utter the name of the free, but it was also forbidden to refuse an order. I bit my lower lip and tried to muster the courage to speak.

He stilled within me and looked directly into my eyes. “Please Nessie, tell me, who am I?”

“You are my master...” I swallowed and took a deep breath “…Jacob.”

His face glowed with a deep joy. At my answer, he began to move within me again, and I heard myself moan in growing ecstasy.

"Again!" he demanded "Who am I?"

I moaned deeply as he slid completely to his hilt and whimpered, "You are Jacob, my Master."

He took me to the heights of pleasure and then demanded, "Give me your desire. Release it to me. Let me feel your need."

I died in his arms as wave upon wave of heat and lust and passion caressed him and gripped him deep within me. I felt him tense and spill his essence within me as I was overpowered with need and desire for this man.

He held me in his embrace, and stroked my hair and face. I loved the feeling of fullness as he laid above me, within me. He kept me there for an eternity, then he kissed my eyelids and bid me rest.

I have been reserved. I am his girl and no others are to touch me, and he agrees to it. I have never been so pleased. Yet, he was called away next morn. He fights with Master Edward in another province.

It seems heaven is achieved and taken in but a moment.

A/N: please feel free to share your thoughts with me. Shelindreaire@aol.com
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