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My back slammed against wall causing me to gasp in shock, but that didn’t stop Shakespeare from claiming my lips again. He caught my bottom lip in his teeth and I could of sworn he drew blood. “God you’re such as ass. That hurt.” Shakespeare only laughed as he put me onto the desk. The sound of quills and various other things crashed to the ground.
“If I’m such an ass you’re free to leave love.” I glared at his teasing tone and tugged at his jacket.
“And let you win? Yeah right.” The very idea of him winning the bet had me thinking of the events that lead to this. It all started when at breakfast. Shakespeare had been teasing me for the past two days and I finally snapped. “There are better ways to tease a girl you know! But I guess you wouldn’t know that considering how neglected all your female characters are!” Shakespeare, as well as the the other boys, seemed surprised by my anger. I had regretted my outburst right away but stormed off in embarrassment rather than apologize. Shakespeare found me in the kitchen later and I knew he was planning something.
“So you think I don’t know how to please a woman. Is that what your outburst at breakfast was about?”
“More that you don’t care too. Besides what’s it even matter to you? Did you suddenly start to care what I think of you?” He only shrugged and I wiped my hands on a towel. “Thought so. If you’ll excuse I have work to do.” I thought that was going to be the end of it but Shakespeare caught me right before dinner.
“I don’t like the things you said earlier. I’m going to change your mind.” I had a feeling that he was teasing me again so I played along ready to brush it off like always.
“Not really interested, but please go on.” I didn’t bother to hide the unamusement in my voice, and Shakespeare didn’t seem to notice but gave me that shaddy smile.
“Come to my room after dinner. If you leave unsatisfied then I’ll never tease you again. However if I prove you wrong then you’ll be mine to play with however I see fit.” It was the last thing I had expected and it was how I ended up pinned to his desk. His mouth finally released mine and traveled down my neck. I hated how good it felt and I bit my tongue to hold in my moans. “You look almost like you want to say something love. Care you share?” I caught the teasing glint in his eyes and I met it with a glare of my own.
“Just that you’re an ass. Is biting all you know how to do? How cliche.” He growled at my jab and pressed his fingers into my ass. In one swift he picked me up and slammed me on to the bed. “Oh what a surprise. Is this where you ravagee me and I fake my orgasam?” I rolled my eyes and propped myself up onto my elbows. However Shakespeare pushed me back down and before I could blink he had a piece of rope in his hands. My eyes widened and I felt something coil in my stomach. Weather it was fear or excitement I wasn’t sure.
“Now that’s a much better reaction.” He gave me a sly smile and I couldn’t even think of a retort. “Now be a good girl and let me show you what doesn’t happen in my plays.” Before I could even react Shakespeare tied my wrist above my head. I squirmed a little but glared at his satisfied expression. His mouth came down on my mine swallowing any words I planned for him. The kisses moved from my mouth down to my neck and I had to fight off every urge to arch into him. Shakespeare straddled my hips and he ran his hands up my sides. “I’ll give you credit for making it this far, but I’m going to change that.” His heterochromia eyes seemed to glow in the low light of the room. I could feel an unwanted excitement building up inside of me and I hated it.
“Oh really? Right now it just sounds like a bunch of taaaalllllkk.” Shakespeare waited until I had barely finished talking before grabbing my breast. I sucked in a breath and he smiled in satisfaction. “No need to look so proud.” I hated that he had surprised me and I turned my head to the side. Shakespeare chuckled and I felt something cool drag across my jaw. It was a knife and he used it to adjust my face so that I was looking at him. He lightly dragged the knife down my neck and lightly pressed the point above my breast. Something flared up inside me waiting to see what he was going to do. I didn’t believe that he would hurt me or anything but he had definitely gained my curiosity. Then before I could even blink Shakespeare used the knife to cut open my dress, leaving me in just my bra and underwear. I gasped as he threw the shredded dress to the ground. “God you’re an ass. I really liked that dress.” It was a lie but I couldn’t just let him get away with it. Especially when it had turned me on so much. He laughed as dragged the knife over the swell of my left breast.
“If that was your favorite then you clearly need better dresses.” He paused he slipped the knife under my bra strap and sliced it like it was paper. Using the knife he pealed away my bra going agonizingly slow. I couldn’t help but squirm under him. The blade dragged across my nipples and my back arched against my will. “Hmmm. I thought you’d like that.” He slipped the knife under the center of my bra and used the knife to completely cut it away. The knife moved it’s way down my abdomen and teased at the rim of my underwear. Shakespeare seemed entranced by his actions and I held my breath waiting to see what he would do. A shiver ran through my body as I watched him cut away my underwear. It was overly dramatic but yet excited me all the same. No matter what I thought of Shakespeare it was clear that he knew how to put on a performance.
“I feel like you’re enjoying this way too much.” Shakespeare set the knife down and removed his own shirt. I couldn’t help but watch. Despite being a complete ass he had a very nice body.
“What’s this? The lady doth like what she sees methinks.” Having been caught staring my cheeks blushed and his smile only grew. “Am I wrong?”
“Yeah well credit where credit is do. Don’t gotta be so smug about it.” Shakespeare cupped my breast in his hands and rolled his thumbs over my nipples, making them harden.
“I suppose I owe Arthur fifty francs after all. Turns out you were hiding more than I thought under that dress.” He took one on my nipples between his teeth and this time I couldn’t stop the moan from coming out of my mouth. Shakespeare continued to work my brest and I struggled to contain my moans. Everytime he touched me ignited a fire across my skin and I hated how good it felt. What I hated even more was how much I was starting to want it. “Why so quite love? Do you not like it when I do this?” He ran his lips up my neck nipping up to my ear. His voice was up a whisper in my ear and I couldn’t help but shiver. I squeezed my eyes shut trying to not give into the pleasure. “Open your eyes and look at me.” For whatever reason I did as I was told and Shakespeare’s face hovered inches from mine. His gaze was so intense, beautiful, and yet almost heartbreaking. I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to. “Humans are fun beings to watch. Now let me show you what I’ve learned about you my dear.” I swallowed thickly at his words but felt myself nod. He gave me that shady smile and I felt my heart speed up.
Why was he suddenly having such an effect on me? It was as if my disdain for him had evaporated and replaced with almost genuine feeling. I was pulled out of my thoughts when Shakespeare began to kiss his way down my abdomen. He sat back and spread my legs so that he could kiss inside my thigh. My body squirmed in anticipation as he got closer to my sex. “You maybe be holding your voice back but your body betrays you. Just look at how wet you are from a little teasing.” His breath was warm against my entrance and as if to prove his point he pushed a finger inside of me. My back instantly arched off the bed and a deep moan left my throat. Shakespeare added another finger and continued to pump them, curling them against my walls. I could feel my resistant slipping as my mind was overcome with a hazey pleasure. My hands struggled against my restraints, aching to touch him. My resistance completely crumbled when Shakespeare’s mouth began to tease my clit. The only thing on my mind was how good he was making me feel. My hips thrusted onto his hand as he continued to move them in and out of me. A voice in the back of my head told me to stop, that this was what he wanted, but I didn’t care anymore. I was willing to do anything for this to continue. His tongue replaced his fingers and his hands moved back up to my breast. There were so many sensations happening at once that I couldn’t even focus on them. The pleasure was almost blinding and I could tell that I was close.
“God…Shakes…..I’m about to cum.” I continued to grind my hips against his face. He squeezed my breast to the point where it was almost painful. My orgasam washed over me and I tried to call out Shakespeare’s name but it all sounded like screams. When he pulled away my body was still twitching from my orgasam. I looked at shakespeare and saw that he too was fully bared and stroking his very erect cock.
“That was much more beautiful than I imagined.” Desire had filled his eyes and despite the aftershocks of my own orgasam, I still wanted more. The need to touch him only fueled my desire even more. Shakespeare leaned into and kissed me. It was slower this time and I could tell that he was teasing again. The kisses moved down my neck and I felt him adjust to my entrance. Knowing what was about to happen only made me want to latch onto him even more.
“Please let me touch you. I need to touch you, please.” I left the last word dripping with need. Not caring anymore about this stupid bet. All I wanted now was to be close to him even if I had to beg for it. Shakespeare gave me a teasing smile and seemed to be thinking about my request.
“Now where’s the fun in giving you what you want? I think you look rather beautiful like this.” He slowly slid his cock into my, still sensitive, entrance and I didn’t even bother to suppress the moan that came out of me. Just feeling him inside of me was almost enough to make me cum again. When he didn’t move I whined and struggled against my restraints. “It’s been a while since someone has made you feel this good hasn’t it? Tell me I’m right.” I couldn’t even deny it if I wanted to. I had been at the mansion so long and of course I’d kept my distance from everyone. Yet somehow Shakespeare had gotten in. When I didn’t give an answer right away Shakespeare bit down on my neck making me whine. “Tell me I’m the only one who can make you feel this way.” His tongue licked at the mark he surely left on me and quickly thrust into me. I was awash with pleasure all over again and let out another whine when he stopped.
“Mmm. God yes you’re the only one. Now please move.” Shakespeare’s smile was nothing but victorious as he reached a hand above my head and untied my writs. My hands instantly tangled into his hair and pulled him down for a kiss. I knew that I had fallen right into his trap but I didn’t care. My need for him outweighed my pride. He finally began to move and I moaned in relief. His thrust were fast and wanting but I matched them. My nails raked down his back and I hooked my legs around his back urging him deeper. I called out his name until it felt like my throat was on fire. He slipped his hand between us and when I felt it brush my clit the sensation sent me over the edge. My walls clenched around him and he growled into the crook of my neck. The sound of our pants filled the room and slowly reason clawed it’s way through the fog in my head. I had lost the bet and what was even worse is that I didn’t care. Emotions lingered in my heart and I hated that I couldn’t stamp them out. As we drifted off into sleep all I could focus on was how much I hated that I no longer hated him. How much I loved being in his arms. It might of been his plan from the beginning but either way I knew this wouldn’t be my last night with the shaddy playwright. And as much as I hated it, I guess I could learn to live with it.