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  Felix soon came running back up beside him, giving me a similar look. “ He got away from me. But did you see that?” he asked his brother before turning back to me. “She sent him curling over on his knees.”

  I smiled a little at how impressed they were, but quickly cleared my throat and tried to go back to work as if nothing happened.

  “We would have never let anything happen to you, but it’s good to know you can fend for yourself,” Marco said with the first hint of a smile I had ever seen on him.

  I nodded towards him in appreciation as I ran a brush through one of the horse’s coats. It was hard not to smile back a little. But soon they returned to their horses and rode off. I had to admit, it felt good to impress them for once and to relieve a little stress.

  6

  Marco

  Felix and I sat in the parlor of our small ranch house, winding down before dinner. I could see something in Felix’s eyes over the past couple of days that told me he had taken a liking to Elaina. It made me take a second look at her too, but her stunt with Mr. Navarro really won me over.

  “She’s something else,” my brother sighed from the corner of the room.

  I nodded in agreement. “She didn’t back down and went after the enemy. There’s a lot to be said for that.”

  Our words faded into silence, but I knew both of us were teeming with the same thoughts about this Elaina Chavez. When the auctioneer told me she was easy on the eyes in addition to all of her qualifications, I couldn’t imagine why that would matter. Now it had me at rapt attention and was all I could think about.

  It’s not like I had been oblivious to her good looks, but they just didn’t matter as much to me until I saw her clock our greedy, disrespectful neighbor in the throat.

  It was a beautiful evening out, so we kept the windows and doors to the house open, letting all the cool evening air rush through. As we made our way to the table for dinner, we both caught sight of Elaina heading into the kitchen. Felix couldn’t resist calling out to her.

  “Elaina. Come eat with us,” he asked again, as he was making a habit of doing nearly every evening now.

  I didn’t know why he was making a fool out of himself to keep asking even though she kept turning him down. It was almost like some game they were playing, and I could see the way she delighted in saying no each and every time.

  She stepped into the doorway with the hint of a smile. “No, thank you, Señor Perez. I enjoy the staff’s company and would prefer to eat with them.”

  I could see it getting to Felix. He didn’t seem to understand how much she liked refusing him. If he’d stop asking, she’d probably start wishing he would.

  “Suit yourself,” I shrugged, cutting my eyes over to him, wishing he’d take the hint.

  After we ate, I decided to take my own dishes to the sink rather than waiting for the staff to come get them. When I walked in, I could see what the delay was. The stable boy had seen the whole thing with Mr. Navarro go down and was bragging to everyone about it.

  “Elaina was like a boxer!” he gushed, mimicking her blow in the air. “Boom! Right in the throat and down he went!”

  “Good for you. He’s a big man. That took some cojones,” noted one of the maids with a sip of wine. Apparently, they were celebrating Elaina’s victory.

  “It’s no big deal,” Elaina chimed in casually. “I only did what I had to. No man touches me unless I want him to.”

  With that, I couldn’t help but turn towards her. There was something seductive to her tone and her eyes flashed at me with a look to match. But none of the other staff seemed to notice and she was quick to shrug it off and return to talking with the others.

  Normally I’d snap at them all for being so lax in front of me. I was used to them standing at attention and quieting down whenever I entered the room, and it was the kind of thing I’d take offense to any other day. But it was kind of nice to see them all having such a good time. It seemed Elaina’s triumph was a good boost for morale, and it even seemed to put me in a better mood.

  I sat on the porch for a while with a drink, taking in the night air. After a while, Felix and the rest of the staff had gone off to bed. An hour or so after I noticed Elaina walk back out to her quarters, something in me had an urge to go check on her. I told myself it was because of the eventful day. I wanted to make sure she really was alright. I hated that Mr. Navarro got as good of a grip on her as he did before we noticed. If I had been standing there when he started up, I would have pummeled him to a pulp.

  But as I walked across the dark field, I knew there was something more than that drawing me to her. Maybe it was how good everyone was feeling, myself included. I just couldn’t help but give in to my longing to go to her.

  She looked surprised, but not too displeased, as she answered the door. Without hesitation, she stepped aside and motioned for me to come in. The look of the place immediately caught me off guard.

  “Something wrong?” she asked, pulling her sweater over her shoulders.

  “No,” I replied slowly, looking around. “Something just looks different about the place is all.”

  I remembered this house as being a run-down old shack, barely fit for anyone to stay in. But somehow with Elaina’s few belongings inside and the cozy fire crackling in the corner, it seemed so comforting and warm. The way she looked only added to the ambience, with her long wavy hair let down around her shoulders. She stood there barefoot in nothing but her gown and sweater but didn’t seem the least bit shy.

  “Sorry to barge in on you like this,” I blurted suddenly when I realized how hard I was staring at her. “I guess I just wanted to make sure you were alright after everything that happened today.”

  “I am fine, thank you.”

  Her eyes burned into me, and I found myself stepping closer. If she would have backed away, I would have snapped out of it – excused myself and left. But as always, she stood her ground.

  “You don’t have to act so tough with me like you did in there,” I assured her in a soft tone.

  “It’s not an act, señor.”

  The boldness in her eyes let me know she was telling the truth, but I could still see a hint of something softer hiding in there. And it seemed to grow the closer I moved to her. I was drawn in more and more, like a moth to a flame, just waiting for her to kick me out. She seemed curious about me and whatever I could do to her, and it made me wonder if my brother’s suspicions about her were right. Maybe she was a virgin.

  I trailed my thumb across the bottom of her plump pink lip, and she still didn’t flinch. But she trembled a little, in an excited but nervous way. It only made me want her more, and soon I couldn’t help but bring my palm to the back of her neck. She leaned back into my touch, stretching out the length of her smooth neck with parted lips. I kissed it gently all the way up to her lips, taking them to mine slowly at first. My tongue urged her mouth open and rolled across hers, causing her to whimper.

  But suddenly she pulled away with a gasp, pressing her fingers to where my lips had just been.

  “We shouldn’t, Marco. I’ve never...I don’t know if you…”

  “I will stop if you want me to,” I assured her, hoping that was the last thing she wanted.

  “I don’t know,” she answered thoughtfully. “So much of my life has been focused on survival. I haven’t had time to think about these kinds of things. I never imagined this would happen with you…”

  “You don’t want me?” I asked, stepping forward again. I felt the way she had just melted into my kiss, and I knew there was no way that was true.

  “That’s not what I said,” she murmured softly, tilting her head and closing her eyes. Our lips met again, more gently this time. “When you touch me and kiss me, I can’t help but give in. I know it’s wrong but…”

  I pulled her mouth to mine again. I knew what she was saying, and I didn’t want to talk anymore. I just wanted to keep feeling the way her body caved and swayed into me like a wave crashing on the shore. I knew it was wrong too, but I didn’t seem able to resist.

  It took everything in me not to ravage her with every ounce of pent-up passion in my body, but if it was her first time, I wanted to make sure I did right by her. I pulled back and scooped her into my arms, kissing her softly as I carried her over to the bed.

  She sat up, glaring straight at me with a timid but determined stare. Her hand moved slowly up to the top of her gown, sliding it over both her shoulders until it slid down enough to reveal her beautiful, plump breasts. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as I unbuckled my belt and took off my shirt and boots. I was eager to return my lips to hers and kiss my way down her chest.

  At first, she had seemed uncertain about what to do with me, but she got more comfortable and began raking her hands through my hair and across my back as I tasted her skin. The hair across her arms stood on end when I took each one of her nipples into my mouth, rolling them between my teeth and tongue. The sensation caused her to moan as her hips bucked and her head fell back across the pillow with her long hair cascading out around her.

  I had a feeling she wasn’t entirely confident about what came next, but her body seemed to know exactly what it wanted. The more I squeezed her breaths and sucked her nipples, her hips writhed against me, begging for more. Her legs were already shaking as I moved my fingers up her inner thigh, longing to see how she would react when she felt my touch between them.

  She dug her nails into the sheets the moment a teased along her folds, and her chest heaved up and down. Part of me didn’t want to overwhelm her, but I relished in the way her whole body seemed to light on fire with the slightest touch. I pressed my fingers against her harder, moving down to the wetness pooling below. When I slid inside of her, she began to lose control, clawing int
o my skin in frantic movements.

  “Just let go,” I whispered against her skin as I kissed my way down the length of her body.

  The moment I took her into my mouth, she cried out in ecstasy. I watched as she gave into the pleasure just before her eyes opened wide and she looked around the room, as if she’d just woken up from a dream. But her surprise quickly faded into a muffled laugh.

  It was infectious. I chuckled with her as I moved over her, but when our eyes met again – no one was laughing. I lowered my mouth to hers again and spread her legs. She tensed up at first, seeming nervous. But I ran my fingers back over her folds, pulsating with sensitivity, to remind her there was nothing to be afraid of. She went limp in my arms, throwing her arms back in surrender.

  I could feel that she was impossibly wet and tight, and watching her writhe around in pleasure had made me incredibly hard. I couldn’t just thrust deep inside the way I wanted to. Running my hands along her body, I used one hand to tease her with my hardness. Her hips bucked again as if she was begging for more. Slowly, I began to enter her, just a little bit at a time.

  She dug her nails into me and cried out again. I could tell by the way she tightened around me that she was close to cumming again. It drove me crazy with desire to see her let out so much a little bit at a time. I stayed there, where it seemed to feel the best, and moved back and forth until she seized up with pleasure again. Just as she screamed out with the height of her climax, I pushed forward to feel her.

  I instantly felt a tight pop that told me no man had ever been inside of her before, but in mid-orgasm, she didn’t seem to feel any pain. Each slow thrust inside of her drew a sharp gasp from her lips, and I loved the way she dug into the muscles of my arm as I moved.

  I lowered my lips to hers again, intending to kiss her, but we were both so overwhelmed with pleasure that our mouths met open wide, taking in each other’s breath. When she began to thrash around again, tightening around me with her third orgasm, I felt myself getting closer to the edge. Her golden-brown eyes sparkled from the light of the fire as she let the feelings crash over her, feeling more comfortable with letting them happen now. Only this time it was more intense as I moved faster, taking care not to push too hard.

  But as much as I tried to restrain myself, my vision blurred as she milked everything out of me, and I know I must have plunged into her like an animal. She whimpered into my neck, but only melted into me more until we were both breathless and limp.

  7

  Elaina

  The next morning, I woke up and wondered if it was all a dream. Marco caught me by surprise when he showed up at my door to check on me. He looked and sounded so different than how I was used to seeing him – barking orders at me and the rest of the staff around the house and fields. By the light of the fire, he seemed warm and gentle even.

  I wrapped up in my sheets, relishing in the fluttering feeling in my chest. It was so perfect I would be convinced I had only dreamed it, but the moment I moved my legs I had proof it was real. He was as gentle as he could be, but he was a large man compared to my petite body. I didn’t mind the lingering soreness. It was worth it.

  As I got out of bed and washed up, I tried not to let myself worry about what would happen when I saw him again. Would he return to being the brash, mean man I came to know him as at first? Or would he treat me differently now? And how would that change how the other workers saw me? No one believed in me or wanted me around at first. I was slowly getting them to come around to me. If Marco started showing me any kind of favoritism…they would hate me again.

  That led to another thought…would he come knocking on my door again, or was it just a one-time thing? I didn’t want to let my anxiety ruin the refreshing feeling of how everything felt now that I was no longer a version, much less ruin my day off. I did my best to shrug it all off and relax.

  As I braided my long hair down my shoulder, I watched the horses grazing the fields out my window. A few of them were designated for the personal use of the staff, and I thought a ride around the property was just the thing I needed to wind down and clear my head.

  Aside from the soreness between my legs, the invigorating horseback ride was just the thing I needed. It was a beautiful day, warm for this time of the year with the sun shining bright. I commanded the horse to break into a full canter along the property lines of the ranch, exploring all the places I hadn’t had a chance to see yet.

  Deep in the thick of the woods, where the trees blocked out most of the sun and the air took on a chill, I saw a cabin that looked oddly preserved for something buried so deep among the trees. I had never noticed it before and none of the staff had mentioned a cabin being out here. I couldn’t resist taking a closer look.

  I climbed off the horse and led it to a nearby tree to tie it up. Being free to walk around, I got close enough to see that the wood porch was in good shape. The windows were covered in a thick film of dust and pollen, making it impossible to see inside. Even with the residue on the glass, they seemed oddly dark – like something was blocking them from the other side. I stepped up to the door and turned the knob – surprised to feel it give and open right up, unlocked.

  The inside of the cabin was even more puzzling. I wondered if maybe one of the farmhands used to live here or if it was used as a workshop of some kind. There was a sawhorse, but no saw or other tools beyond some chains. Stranger still, there were some wooden stocks with the three distinct holes meant for a person’s head and hands. I ran my hand along them feeling a chill up my spine. What on earth could these be used for other than the obvious? And why would a person be locked up in them out here in the woods?

  There was a riding crop laying on the counter along with some other strange whips and what looked like a blindfold. I tried to push down my fear that something terrible had happened here – like someone being tortured. But what else could explain these things laying around all in one place?

  The cabin had a bed, bathroom, and small kitchenette just like mine. It was obvious no one had been here in a while, but I wondered why none of the staff would be put up here. It was a very nice little house, after all – aside from the weird stuff in it. A vase of old shriveled flowers in moldy water sat on the table, hinting that at one time it might have been a cozy little home to someone.

  I looked around some more and noticed something poking out from under the mattress. I almost left it alone, but I was curious about this place to just walk away from it. I pulled the object out, realizing it was a leather-bound diary with the name Martina etched in gold along the front. The pages were filled with handwritten words in the most beautiful cursive writing. It was a diary. I held it in my hands and took one last look around, noticing a desk by the window with a few pens in a glass jar. That must have been where the person who owned this diary would sit to write.

  I finally walked out of the peculiar cottage and went back to my horse, but I took the diary with me. The place was like a mystery to be solved, and I thought maybe I could read a few of the entries to figure it out. Beyond the dark tree line, I could feel a cold rain coming in and decided it was enough adventure for one day. I hopped back on my horse and rode home.

  When I returned, the stable boy was having trouble getting all the horses put away in preparation for the impending rain when I returned. Even though it was my day off I decided to lend him a hand, feeling somewhat relieved that Marco or Felix never came riding up. By the time I was finished, I had forgotten all about the diary I found until it fell out of my satchel as I moved it to begin making dinner.

  I heated up some vegetables and meat in some broth, then curled up with the mysterious book. The smell of its pages was musty, but it seemed fairly new nonetheless.

  Dear Diary,

  Upon agreeing to stay here on the ranch with Marco and Felix, they gifted me with this diary. I am so grateful to them and their hospitality along with this present. But I know what is expected in return. I do have romantic feelings for them both and am very attracted to them. I have had sex with each of the men separately. But they have told me what they want from me. And the tools of their plans are all around me as a reminder. I am not afraid, but rather curious. They will be returning soon, and I suppose I will see if these physical acts are everything they have promised they could be…Martina