His by Cerys du Lys, Elise Tanner Page A

His hand on my hip snuck
beneath my shirt and wandered towards my breasts and he squeezed .
    "What were
you writing, Miss Tanner?"
    He was playing
with me, toying with me, teasing and tempting me and I loved it.  It might seem
odd now, but I knew Lucent cared for me.  I also knew he enjoyed controlling
me.  Not all the time, and not in everything, but this and now—oh, yes.
    "I saw my
name," he said.  "A cursory glance of the contents showed your
writing was more than a fair share erotic, as well."
    "It's
erotica," I said.  "Lucent, I... I was writing it about us.  Um...
with an idea I heard people liked.  I wanted to try it and I've been..."
    He let loose my
lip and leaned back, giving me a moment of time to myself.  "What
idea?" he asked.
    Fuck. 
"Um... it's kind of embarrassing."
    He smirked and
lifted one eyebrow.  "We can have sex and you can write about us having
sex, but you can't tell me your idea?"
    "It's...
well it's a popular story idea, I guess?  I mean, I don't really know
everything about it, but I heard people like stories like that, so,
uh..."  Whispered, under my breath, I said, "It's an erotic breeding
story."
    "A
what?"
    "Oh,"
I added.  "We can't have sex without a condom for awhile, alright?  I
haven't gone to get my birth control shot again after it wore out."
    He stared at me,
blinking.
    "Because
I'm trying to write from experience, you know?  It's, uh, a breeding story? 
So, I mean, in the story, you're sort of, um... well, you breed me?  That
sounds weird, doesn't it?  But, no, here's how it works.  I'm the innocent and
naive librarian and you're the powerful businessman and you blackmail me and
force me to have your child, or else."
    He raised one brow. 
"Or else what?"
    "I haven't
figured that part out yet.  I started writing it at the sex scene."
    "So you've
started in the middle of the story and you don't know our motivations for
having sex?"
    "We're not
just having sex," I said.  "We're breeding .  That's the
important part of this.  I get pregnant at the end of it.  That's our
motivation for having sex.  To breed."
    "I daresay
I'm not sure I like this story idea, nor do I favor the idea of you not being
on birth control."
    "The story
won't take too long to write and then I'll go get my shot again.  You do have
condoms, you know?  We can use them.  I kind of like them.  They're
weird."
    "Did you
just call my custom-fitted, rather expensive condoms weird, Miss Tanner?"
    "Yes,"
I said.
    Lucent grinned,
then he laughed.  "Perhaps I'll just tie you to the bed and breed you
right here.  What do you say to that?  You want to write from experience, don't
you?"
    "Shush,
you."  I bopped him on the nose with my finger.
    He pushed
against me again, squashing my breasts beneath his muscular upper body. 
Pinning me to the bed, pressing his lips to mine, he sexually assaulted me.  I
returned his heavy kisses with equal fervor, loving his brash abrasiveness.
    Speaking through
our kiss, Lucent said, "I'm going to prepare dinner."
    I kissed him,
kissed him again, and once more for good measure.  "Can I finish my
story?"
    "Yes.  Make
sure you come up with some good motivations for us, Miss Tanner."
    I nodded, and
Lucent pulled away to leave.  I thought that was it, and I thought I was about
to begin writing my story once more, but, no.  He slid me downwards away from
his headboard and pried my thighs open with his knee.  I squeaked, caught off
guard, and bounced on his mattress and pillows.
    The fingers of
one of his hands scratched up my stomach to my bra, then wrenched up the flimsy
lingerie and grabbed at my breast and my nipple.  He tweaked it between his
fingers, rough and demanding.  As if this weren't enough, his other hand snaked
up my thighs and beneath my skirt, towards my panties, and he dipped a finger
into my arousal-slick slit.
    Yes, while I'd
been writing I'd turned myself on.  What of it?  It didn't help that Lucent
arrived to turn me on even more and now