Chapter 59 The second day
“You're ready?” Konstatin called to her from across the training ground.
Isabella nodded, swallowing loudly. He'd woken her up with the news that he was going to be training her today.
This was of course after she'd returned to her room in the wee hours of the morning. They'd been done with their escapades and she'd fallen asleep, only to be woken shortly by Amelia for breakfast.
Now, as she stood under the sun, a bow and arrow waiting for her as she waited for Konstatin's approval, she could feel her heavy eyes closing even as she was standing.
“Shoot!” He shouted from where he stood, and as commanded, she shot.
“Not bad,” he said, walking over to her. “Your hands are shaky.”
“I need sleep.” She retorted as soon as he was close to her. “Couldn't sleep last night with all the annoying noises coming out from your room this morning.” Her voice eas bitter.
Konstatin merely chuckled, as he stepped behind her. “And how did that make you feel?”
He raised her hand. “Look forward, straight, eyes ahead.”
Isabella hissed. “Nauseous.”
“Ahh,” he teased. “And yet, without you saying it, you were yearning for what you couldn't have at that point.”
His fingers grazed hers. “Shoot.” He murmured and she let the arrow fly. This time around, it was better, landing momentarily on the target before falling to the ground.
“Again.” He commanded, handing her another arrow. “But we would have loved an extra hand. I especially would have loved it.”
He raised her hand, sending tingling sensations to her skin.
“Your hands are trembling. Are you scared of not hitting the targets, or your hands are shaking for entirely different reasons, say the pleasure you're anticipating this night?” He teased, sending hot breath into her ears.
Isabella hissed, releasing the arrows in three successive shots as they hit the target.
“Bravo.” Konstatin clapped. “You are absolutely fulfilling expectations.” He continued, teasingly. “Now, think about my proposition. Imagine the first girl on my cock and you, seated on my face…”
Isabella rolled her eyes. “When all of this is over, if Lucien doesn't get to you first, then I'll have your head served on a platter.”
Her threats made the general chuckle. “Now I see why Lucien likes you. You are fearless.”
Isabella ignored him, stretching out her hands for more arrows.
“Move the target.” Konstatin hollered at the man on the other side.
Isabella glowered at him.
He shrugged. “You don't think I'm going to make this any easier for you, do you?”
She opened her mouth to protest and then closed it almost immediately.
“Straight.” He repeated, reminding her of her position. “Your legs widened for a distance like that.”
Without waiting, he reached down for her legs, his hands in between her thighs as he separated them.
“I can do them myself,” Isabella said through gritted teeth, consciously aware of his skin.
“I know.” He admitted. “But I would love to do them for you. Wider.” He commanded.
She sighed, opening them wide. “Be careful, General.” She warned.
He shook his head, still not satisfied, and stood up slowly, whispering into her ear.
I want you to widen your legs so much that a head can pass in between them.
Isabella spun around to look at him, her lips almost grazing his. “That is not a recommendation, is it?”
Rather than giving her a response, the general turned to Amelia standing a few feet away from them, minding her business.
“Widen your legs, Amelia.” He commanded.
Without missing the slightest beat, Amelia widened her legs.
“Can you see that?” He whispered, before turning back to Amelia. “That's enough.”
Isabella hesitated, her fingers clenched. “Relax,” Konstatin soothed. “I'm not going to take a swipe with my tongue, and eat your folds, even though I would very much love to do that.”
“Choose your next words, carefully, General,” Isabella warned.
“Your legs.” Konstatin tugged at them, ignoring her threat. “Widen them.” He crouched. “More,” he said, putting his head between her laplegs she stood.
Isabella could feel her heart beating very fast, as she tried to concentrate. “Uhh,” she hesitated. “I can't concentrate with you in there.”
Konstatin chuckled. The kind that sent hot waves between her pussy. “Let's pretend I'm not here. Fire, Soldier.”
Her face flushed in embarrassment at the thoughts flying through her head. Thoughts that were not for Lucien.
Isabella sighed, shaking the thoughts out of her head, her hands straightened, her eyes on the target as she fired. It was a clean shot.”
“Very good.” He acknowledged. “Another one.”
Isabella continued. With each shot, she became better, her breathing ragged, not because she was expending strength in trying to fire the arrow, but because of the head in between her legs.
She was trying so hard, not to clamp her thighs together, not to make him feel the wetness between her legs, not to make the arousal drop on her trousers.
“I'm done.” She breathed hard, firing the last arrow.
“Very good,” Konstatin muttered as he stood up, meeting her face to face. “That felt good.”
Isabella felt tempted to ask him what exactly he was talking about, but she realised that she didn't really need to. He was going either way.
“You smell good, and I can only imagine that you would taste better.”
Isabella stiffened at his crude words. “Please choose your next words carefully, General.”
“Me, tearing the piece you have on, my hands fisting your pussy, eating your folds till you beg me for mercy. And the cherry on the cake, all these men watching us right here.”
“I will be retiring to my room now, before I do anything I would regret. Do not worry about dinner, I think I've had my fill of the nonsense you've spewed today.”
She said, walking away, her head held high on her shoulders.
“Think about it. And if it's too much, you can join us this night. It would do you a whole lot of good.” He shouted after her.
Once out of sight, Isabella hurried to her room. She couldn't believe the general had been so bold as to make her offers of being part of the women he kept.
Once inside the room, she rushed to the bathroom, spewing the contents of what she'd eaten for breakfast into the toilet.
“God,” she groaned, her head banging.
This was just the second day, and a lot had already happened.
Her face flushed red as she remembered Konstatin's advances toward her. Despite herself, she'd felt aroused, with his head in between her laps.
Actually, if she was being truthful, hearing them have sex all through the night, the sounds, the creaky bed, had left her yearning for Lucien.
And now, she hadn't recovered from the night's own, and here he was, making her an offer.
No, she shook her head. “He hadn't made her an offer. He'd violated her, taking advantage of her vulnerability and made a watering proposal of fucking her that would leave any normal girl turned on.
She'd managed to walk away, but with a throbbing, swollen pussy, aching for her mate and loneliness.
Her heart ached. She missed Lucien like never before. “I miss you. she said softly, wiping the tears that had fallen, off her face. “I need you and I wish you were here to relieve me of this.”
The silver streak in her hair beamed lightly.
“I miss you too.”
Isabella spun, shocked at what had just happened. Lucien had heard her through the bond.
She ran to the broken mirror in the room. The silver streak only appeared in her hair when the bond was speaking.
She'd not been hallucinating. He'd actually spoken to her.
“Can you hear me?” She clutched desperately, hoping that he would respond.
She stared intently, wishing for him to respond. There was nothing. Her voice echoed back to her.
Isabella groaned, her shoulders deflated as she walked back to bed.
The bond was strong enough to convey desperate information from her to him.
It felt good that she was not the only one feeling a sense of loss from her end. He was feeling it too, which was why the bond had transmitted the information.
Slowly, she removed the socks from her feet, taking away all her clothing as she lay on the bed, her legs exposed, as she ran her fingers through her clit, touching her arousal.
“You always loved me touching myself anyway.” She muttered, her voice shaky, the tears threatening to fall.
Isabella closed her eyes, imagining him to be seated at the table just a few feet away from her.
Her fingers played with the lips inbetween her pussy, the coiled hair, mixing with her arousal.
She moaned as she went deeper, her hands playing effortlessly with her clit. She dipped a finger first, and as Lucien would always do it, put in another finger, moaning loudly, as her fingers worked on herself.