Persephone in Winter - Chapter 2/11 - Sex Stories

Persephone in Winter - Chapter 2/11

... it's something I can't escape. Something in me needs this, something so powerful I feel I'll self-destruct if I don't see it through. I don't understand it. I can't answer your questions. But I can love you. Is that enough?" He flinched when she squeezed his hand lightly, then took the wheel and drove through the open gates without a word. She turned away without apology, looking straight ahead as he drove on. The tear he waited for never came. He knew the road ahead was the only way to keep her. The gates vanished into darkness behind them as the car crept along a broad curve, lit only by muted lamps hugging the driveway at regular intervals. He heard her small sigh as she settled back into the seat, her eyes now staring miles into the night. Guessing her thoughts tortured him as he peered ahead into the blackness. Was she already with him? Did she know his plan? Was she eager to escape his costume for the night, to be naked and used in a game of their making? Or was it the anticipation of the unknown - something that would push her far past boundaries not yet crossed? The house rose like a glowing fortress, awash in the blue-white of countless lights spread over the sprawling grounds. The hulking Georgian manor, spacious entry court, and winding drive were carved out of the surrounding dense vegetation that contained the light within it, keeping the property in near-daylight long after sunset. A wide portico supporting six massive ionic columns dropped to the level of the ...

... circular driveway through a series of gleaming white marble steps that sparkled under the intense light. He stopped the car in front of them, peering into the rows of tall, arched windows lining the front of the massive two-story structure. Taking his hand again, she looked as though she belonged there - elegant, beautiful, a precious gift to be enjoyed, treasured, possessed. "Wait for me?" "I'd rather not. I - I don't think I can..." "No, my love. I'm not asking. He is." "But, he never said anything about having to watch you with him. I couldn't take that. Isn't this enough?" "He doesn't want you watch us. In fact, he won't allow it. I'm his and his alone when we're together. But you must show that you're willing to share me, to give me to him whenever he wants. Bringing me here to him, and later returning me to our bed is the only gesture he demands. You have to give me willingly. It's sex, not love. I love you. I always will. Please show him you'll wait." She was out of the car before he could answer, making her way up the rows of steps. As she turned just briefly to glance back at him, he noticed the flush across her face, and her hardened nipples straining against the delicate fabric. She rang the bell at the door. He watched her as she waited patiently, hands at her sides, the slim curves of her body on display in the finest detail under the intense light. Even so, the black dress clung to her body in ways that would have made her unrecognizable to him from the back, had ...