Chapter Eight

" A bsolutely," the marquis didn't even hesitate to say.

Rhapsody sighed with relief. "Pray tell what it is, milord," she appealed.

"It will take time though," he warned.

"All the more reason for me to work on it right away," she decided.

"Based on what I know from, er, other similar cases...the best method in eliminating such distractions is to target the source."

"Do you mean not to copulate?"

Hell no, the marquis almost said out loud. Clearing his throat, he said levelly, "It is the opposite actually, milady. You must increase the frequency of your participation in such activities until you become completely accustomed, and your mind no longer perceives it as a novelty."

And this was the truth , he reasoned to himself, and heartkeeping wouldn't have let him utter the words if it wasn't. In his younger years, he would sometimes find himself intrigued by a woman, but time always found a way in making his interest in her fade gradually into nothing.

"I see." Rhapsody's lips pursed. "This method is similar to how children are with shiny new toys, I think?"

"I suppose."

"To withhold a new toy from a child will only make him or her want to play with it even more..." His pet was now thinking out loud. "But if they were allowed to play with those toys whenever and for as long as they wish, their interest in it would eventually wane..."

"That is correct."

"How wonderfully ingenious, Master!"

And for the first time since their meeting, his pet bestowed on him his first glimpse of her smile.

It was a captivating sight, but also one that was strangely bittersweet. It had his cock swelling in girth under his breeches even as his chest tightened with something akin to pain. But most of all, it reminded him of the things he had yet to tell her—-

"How shall I let you know when I wish to participate in such activities, milord?"

Mother of Hell.

All good intentions and sensible thoughts were thrown out of the window the moment he understood what she was asking.

"You do not have to say such a thing if you find it improper," he managed to say. "Perhaps a nonverbal cue would be better, such as if you were to bite your lip for at least three seconds, then—-" The marquis' lips curved. No need to say anything else, with his pet already biting her lip.

"That is enough, milady," he said softly, not wanting her to accidentally bruise herself. "The message has been effectively conveyed."

His pet gifted him with another enticing glimpse of her smile. "What next then, milord?"

"Share with me what you have been thinking," he cajoled, "and mayhaps we can start there."

Rhapsody hesitated. To do so felt quite embarrassing, but if it was what her Master willed...

"There is this new course in school," she told the marquis.

And he knew exactly what this was, of course, since it was what he had signed up to teach.

"I have yet to attend it, but I already have a slot reserved."

"Go on."

"I have been hearing things about this course, and there was this day I was walking down the hallway where the class was being taught. It was then I saw one of the students on her knees, and she was..."

"Pleasuring a man with her mouth?"

"Yes," Rhapsody whispered.

His cock jerked, and already he could feel pre-cum coating the head of his erection.

"You have been thinking of this?"

"Yes."

"And it is something you wish to do?"

A moment's hesitation, and then, "Only if you wish for it, too, Master."

Before the marquis could answer, they both felt the horses slowing down as the carriage came into a stop. A moment later, the coachman opened the door—-

Mihail simply looked at the other man.

"Right, milord," the coachman said without hesitation and promptly shut the door closed.

Soon enough, the carriage was moving its again, horse hooves galloping off, and Rhapsody turned to the marquis in surprise. "How on earth..."

"He is a man, milady." Also, the carriage smelled strongly of arousal, but such lessons were best left for another day. Right now, what he was most interested in his pet's carnal thoughts...and making them come true.

Green eyes that glittered with lust narrowed at Rhapsody, and the scorching feel of it on her skin had her swallowing.

The marquis crooked a finger.

And she found herself slowly dropping to her knees as the skirts of her gown billowed around her and over the carriage's carpeted floor.

"Do you think you can take my cock out?" Mihail asked thickly.

She nodded and reached slowly to unbutton his breeches. Once in a while her fingers would brush over the rigid bulge of her Master's erection, and she would feel her own inner muscles contracting as his cock twitched and throbbed in response. Since the marquis wore modern drawers under his breeches, it was easy enough to pull the gartered fabric to the side and gently wrap her fingers around his manhood.

Although they had made love countless times since the marquis breached her maidenhead, she hadn't yet had the confidence to touch him on his own. But now that she had her Master's permission...

Mihail sucked his breath when his pet suddenly tightened her grip on his cock.

Hearing this, Rhapsody was immediately concerned, asking, "Does it hurt?"

Feeling her fingers starting to loosen, he immediately denied this. "No, milady."

Her fingers stilled.

"A tight grip brings more pleasure," he managed to explain and was instantly rewarded with the feel of her fingers once again locking around his cock.

"I can feel it throbbing," Rhapsody whispered.

And of course, the words had his cock throbbing even more.

"Start moving your hand," he gritted out.

Her hand moved up and down slowly and cautiously. "Like this?"

"Yes," he hissed.

He let her stroke him for a while, and when he could bear it no longer, he reached for her hair, fisting it in his grip just before slowly pushing her head down. He heard her intake of breath, and the tinge of feminine fear only sharpened the edge of his arousal. Her lips parted willingly as the thick, slippery head of his cock entered her mouth.

Mother of Hell.

It was a deliciously tight fit, with her small mouth and his oversized cock, but still he surged forward, and the way she worked hard to keep her mouth wide open only fed his desire.

Rhapsody could feel tears welling up in her eyes as inch after inch went into her mouth. She was frightened, but at the same time helplessly excited. Her mind told her that his cock should fit, but her irrational side argued against this.

He! Was! Too! Big!

An indefinite stretch of eternity seemed to have passed before he was finally able to get his entire length into her mouth and down her throat. She started to gag the moment her Master moved, but he gripped her head tightly, not letting her pull back.

"Relax your throat."

The marquis had gritted the command out in a harsh tone, but it worked somehow, and she could feel her fears subsiding along with her ebbing tension. If her Master believed that relaxing her throat would solve things, then it must be so, and Rhapsody struggled to do as told. The first few moments were a challenge, but eventually she felt her throat easing up, and when his cock started moving again, its thrusts were now smooth and unhampered.

She had done it, Rhapsody thought with satisfaction, and the knowledge of having done as her Mastered ordered pleased her so that her fingers tightened involuntarily around his cock. It had the marquis hissing, and the sound made her realize that this was yet another thing he enjoyed.

Very well then...

Blood rushed to Mihail's head as her pet began stroking him, her fingers tight around his cock, and its movements matching the pace of her bobbing head. She appeared devotedly attuned to his needs and used his reactions to refine her skills. When her teeth scraped against his cock and she felt him jerk, or when he groaned as she was able to take another inch of his cock...all these little things that she realized he enjoyed, she would do so again and again...until she had him driven to the very edge.

The muscles in his thighs had tensed, and his balls were tight, cum burning inside of it and close to bursting.

His grip on her hair became rough, and he found himself urging her head to move faster.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"I am about to cum, milady," he grated out.

And still her head kept moving, her mouth working its magic around his cock.

"If you do not stop now," he warned thickly, "you will end up drinking my seed."

But still her head continued to move.

Fucking mother of Hell.

Rhapsody saw the marquis' eyes squeeze shut just as the fingers clutching her head tightened...

And then she felt it.

His cock wildly twitching inside her mouth as sticky, salty semen shot down her throat.

A moan escaped her even as she instinctively started sucking on her Master's ejaculating cock.

"Fuck."

Her Master's tone was savage, and the shoving plunges of his manhood even more so. It was so very clear that he had lost control, her Master lost in the pleasure of her mouth around his cock...

His orgasm seemed to go on and on so that her knees were slightly aching by the time she felt him finally pull out. It was done , she thought. She had succeeded in pleasuring her Master with her mouth, and the thought had her absently running her tongue over her lips—-

The marquis saw this and was unable to control himself.

A gasp was startled out of Rhapsody when the marquis suddenly lifted her up to his lap. She glanced up but wasn't able to say a thing, with the marquis' mouth already hungrily covering hers in a hard, moist kiss that had her breasts painfully swelling and moisture gushing out of her channels.

When the marquis lifted his head, she had thought it was all over, but instead he had lifted her up to place her back on her seat just before sinking to his knees.

Her skirts were thrown up, layers of muslin temporarily going all the way over her head.

What on earth...

She hastily pushed them off, but just as her head emerged, it was then she felt the marquis ripping her drawers off and pulling her slick folds wide open.

Rhapsody whimpered at the way he was stretching her wide open. " Maaaaaster ..." She ended up moaning it out loud, with the way the marquis had started running his tongue down her folds. It was wicked and beautiful, and oh, how it was driving her crazy!

Her head fell back against the carriage wall as the marquis threw her legs over his broad shoulders. His tongue swept over her folds...and then it was plunging inside of her without warning, and she gasped anew while her fingers moved clumsily until she was gripping his head.

His tongue was thrusting in and out of her womanhood, every plunge making her burn hotter and hotter, until she felt fit to explode and could only writhe in agonized pleasure. Her hips began moving, thrusting up as her Master moved his wonderful mouth to that nub of flesh. Licking. Nipping. And when he started sucking hard—-

Her pleasure gushed out in an instant, her body shuddering with every hot, creamy rush of essence flowing out of her womanhood.

A taste of heaven , Rhapsody thought drowsily as her eyes began to droop. Being with her Master this way was like tasting heaven, and...

"We have a problem, milord," she whispered as the marquis fixed her skirts and ran his fingers through her locks in an effort to make her appear less ravished.

Mihail pulled back to study his pet's lovely face, and her uneasy expression had him frowning. "What's wrong?"

"It doesn't seem to be working," his pet answered with a frown of her own. "You say I shall eventually become used to this activity, and that I will lose interest, but what happened here in this carriage..." Her nose wrinkled in a rare display of vexation. "It has achieved the opposite, I'm afraid."

Understanding finally dawned, and the marquis found himself in now-familiar territory as he sought to overcome the urge to smile. "Do you mean to say," he asked gently, "recent circumstances have only served to...increase your interest?"

"I cannot even stop wondering about when is it to happen again," Rhapsody revealed unhappily.

Mihail simply had to crack a smile at that.

His pet saw this, though, and her frown darkened. "Tis not a laughing matter, milord."

"I apologize, milady." The marquis swiftly exerted every effort to wipe the offending smile off his lips. "And as for this matter—-"

"Problem," Rhapsody felt the need to emphasize.

"I stand corrected then," he capitulated easily. "This problem you have, milady...it is natural that the first instances will not reap the results you wish for. I did warn you, remember? This method shall take time," he reminded her.

"But what am I supposed to do every time I find myself thinking of such things?" Rhapsody wanted to know.

"You indulge," he advised promptly.

"Every time?" his pet gasped.

"Every time," he confirmed solemnly.

And since his pet was nothing but obedient...

Mihail, not surprisingly, found himself in fucking heaven the next day, the very moment his pet had woken up. As soon as her beautiful dark eyes fluttered open, she had flipped to her side to face him, and her first drowsy question was like manna to a starving man.

Is it too early to engage in copulation?

He had not wasted time with words and simply answered with his mouth covering hers and his cock thrusting deep into her pussy.

Afterwards, he had invited her to join him in the bath, and well...that particular activity lasted a little longer than it should. After giving his pet her second orgasm, he had been just about to pull out when she suddenly wrapped her sleek limbs around him, whispering, 'One more time, milord?'

It was only when he had realized she would end up late for her class that the marquis had reluctantly called a halt to their activities , and in truth, the only reason he had managed to get his pet moving in time was by giving her his solemn word.

Yes, I promise, milady. I shall drop by your class as often as possible and wait to see if you are going to bite your lip for three seconds.

The mere memory of this had the marquis shifting in his seat, and the movement caused the viscountess to glance at him anxiously. "Is everything alright, milord?"

Mihail coughed. "Quite alright, milady. I apologize for the interruption."

The meeting ended shortly after, with the viscountess fully supportive of the marquis' lecture plan. She was not stupid, after all. It was not every day one had a powerful being such as Lord Mihail Gheorgiu as a visiting professor, and merely having his name connected to her school was in itself a conquest. She simply had to keep playing her cards right, and if that meant taking the marquis' side over any of her students...

Needs must when the devil drives , the viscountess thought, and this couldn't be any truer in the demon-run kingdom of Chalys.

Eleanor reached for the little silver bell on her desk, and after a few musical rattles, her steward entered her office and bowed in greeting.

"I have a task for you," she told him briefly. "You will be richly rewarded for your subsequent discretion alone and will be given an added bonus once the task is completed." She paused to give her steward time to digest this and then added warningly, "If word of it happens to fall on the wrong ears, however, you shall be facing the Marquis of Sangre's wrath."

Mr. Whyte carefully considered the matter. "It depends on the reward, milady." The amount the viscountess named had his eyes widening. "For that amount, I would be inclined to sell my soul," the steward admitted.

"Then you'll be pleased to know the task is not at all onerous," Eleanor commented. "All you must do is ensure that any correspondence addressed to one of our students, Lady Rhapsody Norwood, is first coursed through my office. There must be no exception, Mr. Whyte. Not even a single receipt from her dressmaker or even a pamphlet of the newest perfume to hit town. Nothing must slip through the cracks, or it will be both our heads on the block."