Free A Rebel Captive by J.D. Thompson

cringed at how sexy they looked.  Overall, the outfit suited her and was very flattering, she hated that she liked what he picked out for her.  After a while, Cole started pounding on the door. 
    “Get out here, now!” 
    She opened the door and slowly slinked into the hallway.  His annoyance quickly dissolved into approval.  She felt his eyes move up her body, touching every part of her.  But he didn’t say a word.  He gave a nod, grabbed her hand, and started pulling her after him. 
    “Please… slow down, my lord,” she finally begged after his breakneck speed almost caused her to trip, twice.
    “I’m sorry. I’m not use to walking someone else’s pace.” He slowed down for her and cleared his throat.  “Have I told you anything about my role as lord of this District?” he asked and she shook her head. 
    He started telling her about his political responsibilities, military involvement, and lastly public duties.  As they walked farther along, the path started to get familiar and Olivia slowed down.  When she saw the doors to the great hall she tensed and Cole noticed.  He stopped her a little ways away from the doors. 
    “What’s wrong?” he asked, but she didn’t respond.  He narrowed his eyes. “Tell me, Olivia.” 
    “Are we going in there?” She felt like a scared little child. 
    He looked at the doors in confusion.  “Yes, I have to hold sessions and hear complaints brought in from representatives of the District.  Why should that bother you?” 
    She looked at her feet, not wanting to confess anything more to him, but he started stroking his fingertips up and down her arms and she softened a little. 
    “You can talk to me, Livie.”  
    For a moment, she wanted him to take her in his arms and hold her, but the thought was quickly replaced by disgust.  She wanted to hate him, she wanted to spit in his face, to beat her fists against him, and tell him to go fuck himself.  Her stomach turned as she realized above all of that she wanted him to comfort her.  
    “I’m afraid…”  She couldn’t say the rest, she was completely mortified and she bit her lip.
    He loved that nervous habit of hers.  He cocked his head to the side, resisting the urge to kiss her.
    “Afraid of what?” he whispered. 
    A group of soldiers came out of the hall, laughing and shoving each other.  She shifted her feet, wanting to step into Cole, but refusing to.  He saw her staring at them and it dawned on him.  He moved his hands up to her shoulders and started rubbing them.  
    “I know that soldier hurt you and I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.” She could feel tears threatening to burst through, “but I’m here now and every soldier in the fort knows that I would kill the next man that tried to touch you.  Okay?”  
    All she could do was nod.  He kissed her on the forehead and moved a hand up into her hair, rubbing her scalp.  She almost started to purr and pressed against his hand.  It felt so safe in his arms. 
    “We’re going in there,” he said softly, almost regretting he had to let her go, he couldn’t believe how she was reacting to his touch.  “You will sit at my side and not speak a word.  You will do exactly as I instruct and not a single thing more.  Okay?”  She balked at the idea of spending hours in the hall.  “You’ll be fine, Olivia.  God, you’re so beautiful, especially when you’re nervous.” He pulled her to him, giving into the need to kiss her.
    Her fear seemed to dissolve into desire and security.  She found herself clinging to him and when he deepened the kiss she opened her mouth to him.  They both stilled at her response, but he quickly recovered and took advantage of the opportunity.  He stroked her with his tongue, sweet and slow.  When he finally broke away from her he wistfully thought of canceling the session and taking her back to his room.  He pressed his forehead against hers once more.
    “Keep your eyes