Free Forced Handfasting by Rebecca Lorino Pond Page B

displeased him yet again.
    “Whether you like it or not, this marriage will be consummated soon. I am generous in giving you some time to adjust to being here, but within a few days’ time we will…shall I say….become quite intimate with each other.”
    Her eyes were glued to his as he spoke down to her. She swallowed nervously as she listened to his words as well as feel the hardness of his body pressing down on hers. There was no doubt in her mind that this…this man would claim her just as he said. How was she ever going to be able to fend him off when he was so much bigger than she was, not to mention fend off the feelings her body was creating as he touched her. She was at a loss for words.
    A finger gently caressed her cheek, sending shivers down her spine. Her nipples tightened into overly sensitive peaks that rubbed against her shirt, while her core told her she was ready to accept Jahan’s cock. She had to take control, and take control now!
    “No! I won’t do it!”
    Jahan’s eyes narrowed. Her heart beat sped up so fast that she thought for sure it was about to burst through her chest. It almost felt as if she was going to have a panic attack, but she couldn’t let him know he affected so much.
    To her relief, Jahan rolled off her, and off the bed. Yes! Sam 1, Jahan 0, she thought to herself. Ha! Maybe I should stand my ground more often! That’ll show him I won’t be messed with.
    Sam rivaled in her win until Jahan threw a curve ball at her, sending her excitement crashing down.
    “We’ll see about that. Get dressed,” he demanded impatiently.
    “Dressed? For what?” Crap, was he taking her back to the slave market?
    “You are trying my patience, little one. Just get up and get dressed.” He turned away from her to dig in a large chest of drawers.
    “Ummm…I don’t have anything to get dressed in other than what I am already wearing,” she replied.
    He turned to face her with a scowl on his handsome face. He clearly had forgotten she didn’t have any other clothes. “I forgot about that. Give me a few minutes, and I will see what I can do.”
    He left the bedroom in rush. She heard the main door to their rooms close, and lock as he exited. She could at least take this time to wash her face, and relieve herself while he left the room.
    The bathroom in the bedroom was just as luxurious as the rest of the suite she was staying in. A checkered pattern of white, and grey stone covered the floor of the bathroom. She stood in the middle of the smaller room, and found that there was a stand-alone shower directly in the center of one wall, a bath tub that could probably fit six people sat in one corner of the room, and had a large oval window that looked out over the valley. A smaller, skinnier door was opposite of the tub and was partially open revealing the much-needed commode. A long vanity stood next to the shower, and held a sink that looked strange to her. A tall white cabinet stood on the other side of the shower, and held the towels, and other things a common bathroom would hold. 
    Her first stop would be the commode. As quickly as she could, she used the bathroom then stepped out to use the sink, if she could only figure out where the water came out. There weren’t any knobs or spout or buttons to press, so she stood there stupefied.
    “Where the hell does the water come out?” she asked herself out loud.
    “Run your hand along the side.”
    Jahan’s voice made her let out a squeal as she jumped in fright. “God, you scared the shit out of me!” She put her hand on her chest in an effort to slow her speeding heart.
    Jahan walked up to her and held out a small pile of clothing. “It’s the best I could do for now. These are some clothes that Harro’s daughter left behind when she got married, and moved out. I will take you to the market to purchase clothing. I can’t have you running around here naked.” He turned to walk away then stopped unexpectedly to face her again. He had