Please note: Rating of this chapter is MA, which means it contains explicit language and descriptions!

Chapter five

Enola spent the entire party sitting aside, bored to death. He could not enjoy that crowd. He despised James and his concubine, and he could also not like all those people around him. They licked James's boots, only to get a chance to enjoy his perverse parties and spend his father's money. Although they smiled and laughed, they were full of lies and filth. Even young girls were slutty and corrupted. After one or two glasses of wine, they decided that Enola was quite a handsome man, and that he had to be quite a mighty lover. Like butterflies around a lamp, three girls, none of them older than sixteen, gathered around him and refused to leave him alone. He had to run away from them, and finally to leave the party, as all hiding places outside were already occupied. He ran into his room and locked the door behind him. Wild female steps that followed him around were finally silenced. He was finally alone...

He ignored the lamp at the table and sat in the armchair. The room was tiny and typical for a soldier. A bed was squeezed into an alcove at the back of the room, equipped with an old, hard mattress and woolen blanket. Next to it, a small table and one chair served as a dining area. An end table, a big closet and one chest. The only decoration were the velvet curtains and one lamp at the table. The armchair occupied one half of the free space next to the window.

Enola was sitting in the comfortable armchair and looking at the night sky through the crack between the curtains. The moon was new, slowly growing to its full shape. The young man sighed and rubbed his forehead. He had made a mistake. Why did he tell Madeleine that he wanted to leave the next month? That was not true, he wanted to go now! He was about to tell James that he wanted to leave, but then all that with whipping happened and he had to improvise... He had to give Madeleine some time to prepare and think... That's why he changed his mind and decided to stay for another month. To give her more time...

He could not spend another day at that estate, and she was the only reason why he decided to stay in service of that thug who was not worthy of carrying weapons! He could not help but think of Madeleine and her bravery. He had never seen such heroism in his life, and he was sincerely sorry for her tragic faith. Will she accept his help? Will she believe him? Will she be able to silence her fears at least to the extent necessary to accept his help? He was worried that he stood no chance against her fear.

Then he heard a strange sound behind him. He jumped to his feet immediately and turned toward the large wardrobe in the opposite corner. As if someone accidentally kicked it, at least that was what the sound meant. Was somebody hiding in it? He jumped in that direction, grabbing his knife from his belt. However, the very next moment his hand froze and his knife fell down to the floor. Out of the shadow behind the wardrobe, a silvery silhouette emerged and startled him. The contour was apparently female, and that realization made him drop his weapon.

Moonlight was very pale and weak that night, but sufficient for him to realize that a faceless woman was standing in front of him. A woman with no face, but with a body to die for. A greenish cloud surrounded her head and it took him a while to discern that the woman was not faceless, but rather that her face was covered with a green veil. Her hair and the entire head were covered with it. The opening at the front of her dress was rather deep, so he could discern the pearly shade of her skin and beauty of her shoulders and breasts.

"Who are you?" he asked, not knowing what else he could say. "And why are you here?"

"It does not matter who I am... I could be anyone..."

"Show me your face..." Enola commanded, although he knew that the intruder wouldn't listen to him.

"What for? I could be the one you love, but I am maybe too shy..." her breath made waves in the fine muslin that wrapped her head.

Her voice was filled with emotions and his eyes suddenly widened... Something occurred to him, but it seemed too ridiculous to be possible. "And what if I am in love with nobody?"

"Then who I am is of even less relevance," she retorted and he had to admit that she was right. To his surprise, she lifted the front side of her veil as if she wanted to show him his face. He tried to penetrate the darkness to discern her face, but it still seemed as if she had none. Only after almost a minute he realized that she was wearing a black mask. It has holes for her eyes and was cut out near the bottom for her lips. "If there's nobody you love, then you can spend this one night with me, because I love you... And if there is a woman you love, then it could be me... At least tonight..."

Enola stared at her and that milky shade of the skin on her neck and breasts. He couldn't see her hair, as it remained hidden behind her veil, but he could clearly see her nude neck and shoulders that almost glowed in the darkness, so pearly and fresh her skin was, He wasn't able to respond to her offer. Too much time had passed since he was with a woman for the last time, and the one standing before him was ravishing and irresistible. A distant smell of lilacs spreading from her reached his nostrils and his first instinctive thought seemed less and less ridiculous with every second and sensation he had.

"This night I am yours... This night I am your beloved... Love me as you'd love her, just don't take off my mask. Don't spoil the illusion, let me have this one night of love to remember..."

Maybe he was imagining things, maybe he really believed that it could somehow be her, but he was sure he could hear certain well-hidden sadness in this woman's voice. His heart start beating as mad and he was aware that he was dropping his shields before her. Under the mask it could be her! As long as she keeps her mask, he could hope it is her! It wasn't possible that it was her, but the mask allowed him to think it was her! His desire for her hit him below the belt from the inside... She'll never be his! She was out of his reach, but still, he could imagine she came to him masked... He was able to spend a night with the subject of his desire as much as this girl could!

"I won't take off your mask..." he said, but suddenly realized that he chose totally wrong words. This sounded as accepting previously made offer... He swallowed the rest, but it was too late. She came closer to him and he was able to see a smile on her masked face.

She lifted her hand and grabbed the buckle below her décolletage. With the other hand she unbuckled her belt and let her dress slide down along her body to the floor. He swallowed hard, almost losing his consciousness. Only one woman could be this beautiful! And again, this could never be her! Enola could discern the contours of her round and firm breasts that were nodding as she breathed, her waist was impossibly thin, her thighs smooth and rounded, her legs long and spindly, and her skin milky under the discrete moonlight. He felt a blood surge in his belly and knew... This was her or he was not seeing well.

The masked girl came even closer and her warm breath hit his face and his arms tightened around her waist without him being even aware of it. She raised her face higher to reach his lips. Her mouth was warm and demanding, her lips soft and fresh as morning dew. He could not resist those lips and kissed her back, suppressing his voice from calling her name. Their tongues met and started their tender dance. He invested the last bit of his strength to part from her and take a step back.

"Tell me who you are... You're reminding me of her, but you cannot be her..." Enola faltered, having trouble controlling his urge to be conquered by her.

"Maybe I am her..." she wasn't giving up. Her hands landed on his shoulders and she glanced a fiery look at him. "Tonight I am her..."

Her lips were quivering so close to his face, and he could not help but kissing them as if this was really her. What the hell, he thought. This could well be the night of wonders...

He lifted her in his arms and carried her to his bed. She was wrapped in her veil, but her sumptuous body was still exposed to his hands. Her breasts were so perfect, so beautiful, that he hesitated to touch them. Their lips met again in an endless kiss and their tongues continued with the dance as ancient as the nature... His fingers found their way to her bosom and delicately touched her nipple. At that instant, her lips suddenly parted from his. As if she was surprised by that unexpected feeling of pleasure caused by his hands... As if she never felt it before... An audible sigh escaped her throat as she leaned her head back and stretched her body to expose it to his hands even more.

Her heart was beating so loud that he could almost hear it. Enola grabbed one of her nipples between his lips and she moaned loudly. They were so delicious, so velvety and firm as apples, even more beautiful than he had imagined! Again he lifted toward her face and kissed her passionately, but she didn't moved back to avoid it. She was bent backwards and moaning passionately. He was touching both her nipples now, which made her body even more alive.

"Is it possible that it's really you?" he murmured in her ear, having lost his mind, not believing his own senses, his lips and fingers that stubbornly kept confirming that it had to be her.

"Anything is possible, Enola," she replied enigmatically, but he didn't even hear her reply. Mesmerized by her hot breath, he thought that he was dreaming.

"This cannot be... She would never come to me..." he continued, gently biting her ear between the words.

"I did come to you, Enola... Under this mask... So that you don't recognize me..." she whispered between moans, feeling powerless to control the wave of pleasure that crushed on her unexpectedly.

He looked at her carefully. This could only be her... And yet again, this could never be her... He was at the verge of madness. He had to force his hands to remain on her breasts, and not to take off her mask... He had to be sure it was her... Or die if it wasn't... But he promised... And that glued his hands back to her body. He found her lips again and they kissed as if they were made for each other.

Suddenly he realized that her hands were on his chest. She was trying to unbutton his shirt, although his shirt had no button at all. He took off his shirt and leggings and let her hands explore his chest. She was shy, inexperienced, but courageous and curious, and her eyes sparkled as she glanced at his nude body.

"Tell me it's really you, Madeleine..." he whispered in her ear, and she suddenly cringed! As if icy cold wave hit her as she heard that name! Instantly, he got worried... This wasn't her! And yet, it was hard to believe that there could be any other woman in the world who would be this beautiful!

After having survived the first shock, the masked girl replied, "Tonight, I am the one you love... Tonight I am Madeleine..."

He was touched by her answer and effort to fulfil her part of the deal. She had just heard a name of another woman, a shock of disappointment and even jealousy hit her hard, but she didn't let that break her promise, he thought. Enola kissed her tenderly, deeply touched. Whoever this mysterious girl was, she obviously loved him deeply, and he wasn't capable of sending her off. All she wanted was a night of illusion, to be loved by him this night... And since he didn't even dare hope that Madeleine would ever be his, all he could get from his life was also this one night of illusion... At least the girl did her best to maintain the illusion to the end.

His hand skimmed over from her breasts along her belly, and she again trembled. His hand changed the direction and ended on her things. Finally, it landed on her knee, gently moving her leg aside. Enola could notice her hesitation, although she said nothing and tried nothing to stop him. He could clearly see that she had no idea what to do in such situations. But he didn't mind. His hand started sliding upwards along the inner side of her thigh. When his fingers found the silky bush between her legs, he sighed... He was starving for a woman... For THE woman...

He kissed her passionately when his fingers slid into her and started exploring her wet, hot depths. But the kiss did not distracted her attention from what was happening between her legs. As soon as she became aware of his fingers inside her, she felt an irresistible urge to retreat... She held his shoulders firmly, as if she tried to push him away from her... Hey eyes were wide open, but the fire that was burning in them was no longer a fire of passion. It was fear... Her moaning was also clearly testifying of her angst. She was aroused, he could feel it, she was all wet and her depths were welcoming him, but she was also consumed with fear...

Enola gently moved his index finger upwards and found a hard, swollen pearl between her labia. The fear in her countenance turned into another shock as he carefully applied some pressure against the most sensitive spot of her body, and another passionate, but still surprised sigh escaped her mouth. He could clearly discern that she was extremely tensed and anxious. He could feel spasms and knots in her belly, caused by her fear. But he could also feel new waves of her hot juices whenever he pushed his fingers deeper into her. As if she was aroused for the first time in her life and also afraid of these new sensations.

Still confused, still unsure, he kissed her breasts and gently bit her nipples, still stimulating her below, determined to impoverish her fears and untie those knots of fear in her body. Her moans were getting louder and he could feel her fingers cutting into the skin on his shoulders. Her body was hit by several surges of passion she could not control or even comprehend. His fingers circled inside her gently, and his index finger still played around with her clit.

Tension in her muscles rose simultaneously with her arousal. Yes, she was aroused, madly aroused, but she didn't dare succumb to her own lust. There was something that was keeping her from relaxing and enjoying the game she herself initiated. Enola decided to change the tune.

He went down on her, and she screamed in surprise when she became aware of his lips between her legs. His warm tongue tinkled her there where she was most sensitive and she moaned, feeling thunders and quakes all over her body. He plunged his tongue into her, and her both hands landed on his head. He spread her legs a bit to open a free access to that hot steamy spring of her delicious juices. She pressed his head against her, as if she wanted to feel his tongue even deeper inside.

However, the young man was still fully aware, if not of himself, then of this beautiful aroused woman below him. He instantly knew, no-one had ever done this to her. Whoever she was, this was not her first time with a man, but it was the first time for her to enjoy being with a man! Reactions of her body spoke volumes! The spasm in her belly testified that she feared him as much as she wanted him... He drank her hot juices and sucked her labia, knowing that her orgasm was just around the corner. He again slid two fingers into her, while licking her clit at the same time.

"Oh, Enola, stop... I'm dying..." she moaned, while new waves of her hot juices crashed against his tongue. She was still pressing his head against her, although her words wanted him to stop...

He knew he should not stop. He knew that it was her first climax, that she didn't understand what was happening to her. And he didn't stop, quite the contrary. The rhythm of his fingers and mouth accelerated, and instantly, she was coming all over his face.

As soon as she moved away her hands from his head and her climax subsided, he lifted himself to her face. His swollen and hard cock was pulsing powerfully against her belly. She had driven him so mad that he wanted to plunge into her immediately, but he knew it would be wrong...

Because he was sure now. Not a virgin, but still inexperienced... More beautiful and delicious than he could imagine in his wildest dreams... Passionate, fiery, but afraid... Courageous and proud, although so fragile and terrified in her heart...

"This is really you," he said to her, hypnotized and utterly powerless against the strong feelings that overwhelmed him.

She was silent, afraid to speak, still aroused and surprised after her orgasm. She kept lying on her back under him silently. It seemed to him that her fear suddenly doubled. Was it because of what he said, he thought. No, he understood. It was because his cock throbbed against her belly... He realized his mistake and decided to make it better.

"You are afraid of what comes now, Madeleine..." he said simply, taking a step back from her. "No mask can hide that..."

Suddenly, she sat up in the bed. "Afraid? Why would I be afraid?" she asked, making every effort to sound firm and credible. In her heart, she was dying of shame! She had to convince him that she was everybody but Madeleine! And she was ready to do and say anything, just to make him believe that it was not her!

"You're afraid because you think I'll hurt you as the others did..." Enola replied, absolutely sure in his guess.

She gasped. She could not believe her ears! Enola was right, but still, that was impertinent! He used her trauma against her! Determined to prove him wrong in his assumption, she laughed loudly and said bawdily, "A woman comes to your room, undresses before your eyes, seduces you, and now you're telling her that she's afraid?"

Enola looked at her in shock. This wasn't happening! She was challenging him! If this was really Madeleine, and everything testified she was, she would never dare challenge a man like this... Not after what she experienced with that scum!

"But you are mistrustful, I feel it under your skin... I hear it in your breath. You have turned to stone when I pressed myself against you..."

The woman next to him was blasted by these words, but she invested all her powers to hide it from him. She had to pretend... He had to be convinced that she was not Madeleine, otherwise he could destroy her and tell everyone what she did! Who knows, he could also scorn her in the morning! He loved Madeleine, fragile, shy, decent and innocent Madeleine... What would he think of her after her slutty behavior tonight? No, she had to distract him, to make him believe to the contrary... She had to say and do things Madeleine would never dare say or do.

"I'm not afraid... Your size just startled me... It's twice as big as... all I have ever had..." she said bravely.

In his whole life, Enola was not as shocked as then. Up to that moment he was absolutely certain that this was really Madeleine. But her bold words were more than shocking. That tender, wounded, disappointed and terrified Madeleine could never utter them. But then again, she paused in the middle of the clause, it was pretty obvious... Why did she pause? What was she going to say before changing her statement? Her statement also made no sense! His could not be "twice as big as all the others"! It would mean that all the others were of the same size, which was not even remotely true! It was more than obvious that this woman had absolutely no clue about men and their members. She wanted to say that his was twice as big as the one she had beforehand... But then she paused before that 'one'... She didn't want to admit to him that she had had only one man before him... Whose member was she referring to? James's, perchance?

This had to be clarified and resolved. He tried to say something, but could not find adequate words.

In the meantime, she broke the silence between them. "You're the one who won't fuck... I have spread my legs beneath you, but you simply won't..." In her own soul, she was dying of shame, but it was the price she had to pay in order to convince him that it was not her. If necessary, she'd act as the cheapest prostitute, just to make herself as different from her own self as possible.

This time he was startled and sat up in the bed. He stared at her masked face incredulously, not believing his own ears. She ripped his mind to pieces with these words... There was a huge discrepancy between what her mouth spoke now and what her body spoke minutes ago. Whoever she was, even if she wasn't Madeleine at all, this woman was inexperienced and never enjoyed sex before. Her body was clearly sending that message, her smell, her taste, her fingers that held his head as he was licking her confirmed it over and again. Up to the last detail, up to the last moment, everything spoke of a woman who had never experienced passion... And such a woman would never say what this mouth said behind that black mask... Unless she had a convincing reason for it...

He smiled in the darkness, as it suddenly dawned to him. And he knew exactly what he should say and do next. He decided to play along and teach her a lesson.

"You're not afraid that it could hurt you?" he asked in a challenging tone. She was trying to deceive him, to trick him into thinking that she was someone else! It was really her! She was doing this on purpose, to convince him to the contrary! He couldn't help but smile. Realization that Madeleine was capable of being so brutally shameless aroused him even more. His cock was never as hard and large as then.

"It won't hurt!" she replied quickly... Too quickly, too jumpy! He could also see her teeth biting her lower lip as soon as she said this! He smiled again... Yes, only she was this courageous and stubborn... She knew exactly what could happen, but she stirred the fire further nonetheless! Only to protect her secret... She was a fighter, proud and tough, courageous and fearless, and his heart was defenseless before her.

He grabbed her around her waist and made her lie down again. "Why don't you say so, you little fox? You don't want me to make love to you as I would with her, you want it rough?" He made a move with his hips as if he was going to stab her right through. Of course he wasn't really going to do it, and of course he didn't mean what he said. This woman had to learn a lesson and be properly scolded. Instinctively, her entire body quenched into one single attempt to free herself and flee.

"Oh my God..." she uttered against her will and plunged her nails hard into his arms, and all the fear she tried to hide from him exploded in that cry.

The next second she realized that nothing actually happened, that it was just an empty threat and got so angry with herself. She was such an idiot!

"You see I am right? You're afraid!" he said cheerfully, not hiding his amusement. He gently placed his member on her belly again and reminded her that he was still as hard as rock. And twice as big as whatever she was trying to hide...

Her eyes were glistering in anger. She was again trapped and had to be vulgar again. "Do you want to talk to me all night or fuck me while I'm here?" she belled at him and another seismic wave went through his bones. His cock was throbbing against her belly like a warning. It was so hard to resist to her provocation, but Enola knew that he had to be smart and careful. She was not what she was pretending to be! It was her, he was sure. And it won't be easy to outsmart her this time. It was the hardest temptation he ever felt. But he'll resist. Enola had a plan, but it was hard to realize it, when the temptation is so great.

He grabbed his cock and carefully guided the glans to the entrance to her shaft and she grabbed his arms again in fear, expecting pain. It was impossible for her to hide her fear no matter how hard she tried, and he could see it even in the dark. He kissed her gently, rubbing his cock between her wet, swollen labia. His playful tongue was searching through her mouth and caressed her lips, and his glans circled between her legs searching for an entrance...

Against her will, she was still trying to evade his attempts and back off, although she could barely move under him.

"Madeleine, don't be afraid, I would never hurt you..." he tried to end up that game, as it had went too far, he thought. At least for her...

"Are you still talking?" she asked, letting her voice treble in anger. "I am wasting my time with you!"

This time it was his turn to be angry. She was so stubborn! She still didn't get it! He had to change his plan a bit, she was tougher a counterparty than he thought. He still held her tight to prevent her from leaving his bed too soon. He decided to take drastic measures.

"I'll fuck you later, woman," he said bluntly. "First I want you to suck my cock!" he ordered simply, hoping that this would finally wake her up.

In utter shock, she cast a horrified look at him, speechless. "But..." she uttered, not knowing what to do now. "I cannot... I have never..." she could continue. She couldn't repeat those dirty words he said.

It was clear to him that she was at the verge of bursting into tears. Why was she so stubborn? She kept hurting herself in vain, just because she was so shy... And stubborn as a mule...

"Then admit it..." he smiled to her.

"I've already told you," she said, already back at her feet after that surprising blow. "Tonight, I'll be Madeleine if that's the woman you'd want to sleep with..."

"Then why are you trying to escape? Why is your body refusing me, woman?" he asked. "You want me to fuck you, but you're trying to flee from this bed? How so?"

"I don't try to flee... I am so excited..." Her voice was not firm enough to sound credible.

"Just admit it. I know it's you! I won't betray you, no-one will ever know! Admit it, Madeleine" On the other hand, his voice was much more firm and decisive.

"I'm not Madeleine, but I will be Madeleine tonight!" This time she was really angry.

"And how am I supposed to believe you're Madeleine if you talk as you do? She would never say such dirty things!"

This confused her and made her insecure. But only a moment later she regained her footing and decided to counteract his blow.

"Have you fucked her already to know?" she asked him and again, her words blew Enola away. But his patience was near its end. He wanted her too much, she was too provocative, begging for him to subdue her, to be able to procrastinate further.

He grabbed her, spread her legs before she could grasp what he was doing and slid into her. He expected resistance and spasm, but that didn't happen and his entire length was instantly sucked in all the way it went.

She screamed and her nails scratched his shoulders. Her breath was shortened and shallow, as she tried to handle the given situation. His hips made a circle and she moaned loudly. He then parted from her for a couple of inches and again plunged into her. To prevent her from screaming and protesting, he kissed her demandingly. His hand found a way to her breast and squeezed her nipple gently. Her body was shaken do the core by that and she was trying to catch her breath between his hungry kisses. Enola kept hammering mercilessly, completely unaware of the world around him, aware only of the woman who sucked him into herself greedily and kissed him back fiercely.

"You are so beautiful, Madeleine..." he whispered in ecstasy, not even aware of it. And she was also incapable of hearing his words, completely dominated by him, completely subdued and about to melt down under him. He was so big, so hard, he was taking her without mercy or consideration, he was so wild and berserk, but still, there was only one thing she wanted now... To enjoy this sweet torture to the end of the world... She bit his lips gently, holding his face between her hands.

He never took any women like she was taking her, and no woman had ever taken him as she did. That was the only thing he could think of. She was so chimerically beautiful, so sweet and tender, and yet so wild and unrestrained, as no woman ever was! She was made to be his, and he was made to be hers. He thought he would explode in her any second.

That's why he decided to take a break. He would normally make her come again, as she was again at the verge of her climax, but he remembered that he shouldn't just let her win her little game. He rolled aside from her, ignoring her protesting moans.

"Don't stop, my dear..." she whispered and stretched her hand toward him. He grabbed her palm in his and brought it to his lips. That was a short, almost official kiss. She tried to come closer, but he stretched his hand and kept her at a distance.

"You're not Madeleine," he said coldly, although it wasn't at all easy for him to sound cold. "And I cannot make love to someone who's not her!"

"But I am Madeleine" she screamed, but then quickly added, "Tonight!"

"You'd better go, woman..." he retorted and pushed her out of bed.

"Enola, please!" she begged as she resisted and again tried to touch him, to kiss him.

"Or admit," Enola added and cast a significant look at her.

She stared at him for a couple of really long moments. "Must I really admit?" she asked reluctantly. "Why, if you know it already?"

He took her in his arms again. "Why are you so embarrassed? Why wouldn't you tell me?"

She burst into tears. "Because you can now destroy me and tell the entire world that I am an adulteress... Because you'll despise your Madeleine after everything she did and said tonight!"

He grabbed her veil and pulled it down. Then he took her mask off and kissed her wet eyes. He was accustomed to darkness and it was not hard for him to recognize that face... It was hard to believe, but it was her... It was really Madeleine...

"You crazy woman!" he said suddenly. "Do you even know how dangerous and mad this what you did was? If you had done this to any other man, he could have ripped you apart!"

"But you didn't... And that's why I came here..."

"To be ripped apart?" he asked incredulously.

"No," she retorted quickly, punching his shoulder with her small fist. "Don't be crazy. I came here to see what you really are... To test you... To see if you're the same thug and barbarian like James... I had to see that you're worthy of my trust, so that I can accept your offer and flee with you..."

He nodded in understanding. "I understand why you came here... But still, your behavior was not at all smart, quite the contrary!"

Madeleine cast a look at him and asked innocently, "You didn't like it?"

He was speechless again. Her seduction was even more powerful and irresistible once her mask was done with.

"I cannot believe that you are even capable of saying those things!" he said openly.

She leaned toward him. "So, you didn't like it..."

Instead of answering, he grabbed her and rolled her on her back. "Are you provoking me again?"

"Yes, I am... I am tired of talking..." she said playfully.

"What do you want from me then?" he asked, accepting her invitation.

"You know very well what I want, but you hate when I say it..." she whispered and smiled seductively.

"I never said I hated it..."

"I want you to fuck me..." she whispered as inaudibly as she could.

He heard her clearly. His cock jerked as a wild mustang, ready to fulfil her command.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you... What did you say?" he asked nonetheless.

"I want your dick inside me... Give it to me and shut up!" she said sharply and suddenly went speechless, as he dived into her while she was still speaking. "Oh God..." she murmured in surprise.

Enola was so aroused that he couldn't control himself anymore. He pounded mercilessly against her crotch, keeping her knees as wide as it went, making her even more exposed. He had to tame this naughty little savage, to ensure that she would never even think of being with any other man but him. He kept drilling his way through her sensitive, hot depths, while she screamed and moaned, torn apart at that delicate line between pleasure and pain. His glans hammered the most sensitive areas inside her, and she thought she would die during this sweet torture. Her voice was encouraging him whenever he plunged into her again. "Oh, you're so big... Oh, Enola... Yes, give it to me... Yes..." she murmured in ecstasy.

Suddenly he stood up from her and ordered, "Turn around!"

She seemed confused, but said nothing. Madeleine rolled over to her stomach, and he grabbed her hips and lifted them. Then he pressed her back down, so that she remain kneeling, fully exposed and subdued. Enola kneeled behind her and spread her knees far apart. Her crotch was so exposed, rosy and swollen, and her strong female smell was inviting him inside. He guided his cock inside her and she screamed. His entire length was inside, powerfully spreading her tight muscles and throbbing inside her.

"Enola, easy!" she cried, but he wasn't able to hear or see anything anymore.

He was still holding her hips tightly as he plunged again and again. Her butt rammed against his crotch loudly and he moaned. He wasn't hearing her moans and screams, or her words, nor his own voice. All he was aware of was her tight wet tunnel that devoured him. All her boundaries were broken, all her shields and all her pretense was shattered. Her most basic instincts, as old as mankind, were fully awake and she followed them... When he started changing directions of his penetrations, she started to beg for mercy, because it was so sweet, so good, that it was unbearable. At the same time, her hips readily met his one crash after the other, and his dominance was soon overthrown by his.

This had to be a dream, Enola thought through the haze... She was ramming her crotch against him hard, and it was incredible! Enola kept changing the direction of his hammering although she protested and begged for mercy...

He could not hold it any longer. Madeleine called his name in screams as she was coming all over him. Her internal muscles were squeezing repeatedly around his cock and tearing him to pieces. When her orgasm subsided, he erupted into her, convinced that he'd not going to survive this pleasure...

They both just collapsed on the bed, panty and sweating, both surprised at whatever happened between them. They weren't capable of thinking, they could only float on the clouds at the seventh sky. They looked at each other amazed. Enola was holding her around her waist, leaned against his chest. He could not let her go... Ever...

"Did you really mean it when you said you loved me?" Enola asked after many minutes of perfect peace and pleasant ride on the clouds with her.

"Well, I don't know... I'm not confused, I'm lost in time and space," Madeleine murmured.

"You don't know..." he smiled, amazed by her spirit. "Ah, yes, now I remember... Sorry, darling, but you stood naked before me at the time, I wasn't paying attention to your words that much, but now I remember... You wanted to test me? To see if I'm worthy of your trust?"

She blushed and looked away. Madeleine suddenly felt a surge of shame.

"Have I passed your test, Madeleine?" Enola asked and she suddenly looked at him pretty sharply.

"Actually, I couldn't say you have, Enola..."

"Oh, really?" he asked. She wasn't seducing him, she was actually angry at him!

"You claim you love me, and yet you are ready to sleep with just any girl with a mask! You were supposed to reject me!" she was suddenly very irritated, as if jealous. She couldn't be jealous, she had just said she wasn't sure she loved him, right? Enola was extremely amused by her anger, but refused to open his arms and let her escape. Her defiant nature was back again, and it was such pleasure to have a battle of wits against her.

"Oh, you stand naked before a man, YOU, with that body of yours, and the man is supposed to reject you?! Don't you find anything wrong in that thought?" he asked through a wide smile.

She was barely hiding her happy smile after his compliment. "But if you love someone, you won't just sleep around with other women, would you? No matter how pretty they are, right?"

"I slept around with other women? When exactly did I do that?" he asked cheerfully.

"Oh, please, Enola, you know exactly what I mean! You slept with me when you wasn't sure who I was!"

Enola burst into laughter. "Oh, so you're jealous of that girl with the mask! Why didn't you say so in the first place?"

She was fuming and snarling as she was trying to break free from his arms. But he wasn't to let her go easily.

"I am not jealous!" she cried. "I just hate that you lie to me! You cannot love me... or anyone and sleep around with unknown girls like you did with me tonight!"

"But you keep forgetting one thing, my dear..." he smiled. "You were never unknown to me... I recognized you instantly!"

"No you didn't!" she tried to jump out of his arms. "Only later when you were... After you... Well, you see, you were already between my legs when you recognized me!"

He again laughed. "You're amazing, you know? I recognized you straight away, you weren't even naked yet! And when you stood naked before me, I was sure it was you!"

Her eyes were wide open and her cheeks scarlet. "But you never saw me naked before, how could you ever compare?" she asked puzzled.

"Madeleine, don't you know how you look like? These breasts and this waist, these shoulders and your neck cannot be mistaken even in the darkness!

"Please, let me go," she moaned as all her attempts to free herself remained fruitless.

"So, what say you, have I passed your test?"

She looked at him sharply again. "I thought you were a gentleman and that you would respect the woman you love and not just take her as if she was a whore!" Madeleine desperately hoped that she won her case with this, as she was losing on all grounds and that was her last way out.

Indeed, Enola was puzzled. Why would she say that? Then he remembered. After having spent four years with white people, he knew enough about their habits to know that their women were not encouraged to enjoy mating. He slept with a couple of white girls years ago and they also behaved strangely and were embarrassed after sex, but not nearly as much as her.

"Madeleine, you did nothing bad... You have nothing to be ashamed of," he said gently and stroke her hair.

"Oh, really? Haven't I just cheated on my husband?"

"Only if you acknowledge James as your husband, then yes," he said plainly, hoping that she'd finally relax a bit.

"Others do, Enola," she retorted, at the edge of tears.

"I don't," he said simply and lowered his face to kiss her gently. But she started to cry and their lips parted.

"You should have thrown me out... You should have rejected me," she said between her groans.

"How could I, Madeleine? Seeing you here, so crazily courageous, so ravishing and determined to conquer me, how could I ever resist? I would throw away any other woman just because she is shameless, but not you..."

"I was shameless, was I?" her crying intensified and became desperate.

"Yes you were! But I am glad you were!" he responded, also desperate for not being able to calm her down.

"Just let me go," she replied, having ceased to resist him long ago.

"Madeleine, just listen to me... You are not a whore... And you weren't taken as one... What we did was making love, and no man does that with a whore... You are maybe not sure whether you love me or not, but I have no doubts. I never had them. I am glad that you forgot about shame and fear and everything in my arms, that I could help you heal... You are dear to my heart more than I want to admit, and I made love to you, and you are not to insult that love I made to you!"

She stared at him as if hypnotized. "You still love me? You don't think I'm shameless?"

"Oh, you are shameless, my love, you're a naughty little fox, but I'm glad you are. I'm glad my expectations were so far from the real thing."

"You had expectations?!" she blushed, but didn't look away.

"Well, I did dream about you. I did imagine you... with me..."

"What a nice gentleman you are! Dreaming about your employer's wife!"

He grabbed her wrists and rolled her over. He was again on top of her, and his eyes clearly showed that he was quite irritated by her stubbornness.

"And you, Madeleine, you are indeed a lovely and devoted little wife to your husband, who wants to kill him and leave him for good!"

She was instantly furious. He expected that kind of reaction from her and was prepared. It was no problem at all to hold her hands tight and prevent her from scratching him in her rage.

"You sneaky bastard!" she growled. "You turn everything against me!"

"This sneaky bastard was watching over you and protecting you for months! This sneaky bastard wanted to leave this dreadful place months ago, but he didn't! Just because he didn't want to leave you alone here unprotected! Do you even know how many times I had to drink with James, how many times I had to find young girls for him or to keep him occupied for the entire evening, only to prevent him from going upstairs into your room?! Do you even know that it was ME who persuaded James into bringing Jane to this house?"

Madeleine looked at him incredulously. "Why would you do that?" she asked.

"To keep him away from you, Madeleine..."

"Were you jealous?" she was too excited and angry to be able to think clearly.

"Jealous? I came here, only to see James torturing his wife and beating the hell out of her. Yes, I got instantly jealous of him, jealous that his poor beaten wife loved him with all her heart! I also got jealous when he was whipping you, because you enjoyed it so much, and I was so jealous!"

She couldn't grasp his irony in the state in which she was. "What are you talking about, Enola?"

"Madeleine, come to your senses... Why would I be jealous?"

"Because you dreamt about me and he is my husband..."

"Well, thank you for having such a nice opinion about me!"

Her anger subsided as she understood that he was dead serious. But her fear grew exponentially afterwards. She was too afraid to answer, but he could read all her feelings easily, despite the darkness. That's why he liked her that much... She could never pretend, her spirit was too wild and free to be contained by the power of her will. He decided not to wait for her reply.

"I convinced James to bring Jane here so that he can spend the nights with her, and not with you! And no, it was not jealousy, it was protection, you thick-headed little beast! I didn't wanted to prevent him from sleeping with you, but from beating you again! I spent days and nights watching his every step, making sure that he doesn't come anywhere near you... I told you already, I wanted to leave this place months ago, and the only reason I didn't was you... Who would watch over you if I went?"

Madeleine remembered... Ever since Jane came to this house, James never came to her bedroom... Even when he didn't spend the night with his little whore, he never came to her to demand marital duties from her... He was obviously preoccupied by other things... Thanks to Enola... James actually attacked her only once in the past three months, with that whip, but Enola was also there to protect her...

"Do you understand now?"

She nodded, still hurt in her pride.

"Now, Madeleine... You cannot stay here any longer. I cannot stay here any longer. We must leave... Today, tomorrow, as soon as possible!"

"But you said you are leaving the next month!"

"I can leave whenever I want, Madeleine. I just wanted to give you time to prepare and think! I wanted to give you time to test me, but since you've done it tonight, there's no need to wait any longer."

"But you failed! You should have rejected me, you should have proven me that you are stronger than your lust! How am I supposed to trust you now, when I know that you want me for yourself? How can I trust you if you do all these things for me just because you have your own selfish reasons?"

"Don't be such a fool, Madeleine! I never dared hoping you would ever be mine! My intention was to bring you to your brother, not to steal you for myself! It never even occurred to me that you could ever want me! And if you hadn't come to me tonight, I would have done exactly that: bring you to your brother!"

"And now? What do you intend to do with me now?"

He looked at her and smiled. "Now? Well, now you can forget about your brother, my dear."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. A friend would have brought you to your brother and left you there. But we're no longer friends, Madeline... A friend does not make such visits as you did!"

"Are we enemies then?" she asked, blushing to her ears.

"Oh, that's another one of your jokes that will turn against you tonight, my dear," he laughed cheerfully, again amused by her embarrassment. "From now on I'm your husband, and you'll be stuck with me for the rest of your life!"

"What?!" she jumped. "My husband?! But I already have one!"

"So, why don't you then go to him, if you have him? What are you doing here?" He was holding her tightly by the wrists and she was unable to move her hands an inch. Moreover, he was lying on top of her, so dangerously close to her face.

Madeleine was never as furious as at that moment. "Let me go! You have no rights over me! It was never my intention to..." She shut up instantly, because he penetrated her again. Her eyes opened widely, but she quenched her teeth, trying to pretend that she didn't like what just happened.

"There's nothing you can do about it anymore..." he whispered and plunged again. "I will never let you go!"

Enola then kissed her gently and didn't parted from her until he satisfied her again. This time it was much less hectic and gentle, on her part as well. She soon stopped pretending and forgot about the boundaries and restrains. It was too beautiful to ignore, it was unbelievable, whatever he was doing to her was heavenly! Every single hair on her body would tickle her whenever he took her. She had to let in.

And then even better thing happened. She was suddenly on top of him and instinctively took full control of the situation. Cautious and careful at first, as soon as she figured out what to do, she took the lead and nailed him to the ground. The youth didn't mind her lead at all! She could ride him as much as she wanted, Enola thought as she was screwing his brains out! Madeleine did not stop until another ground-shaking orgasm and nirvana that followed it.

Even before she gathered her senses and thought about leaving, Enola made things clear to her. "You're not going anywhere tonight. In the morning, we'll leave this place forever. You'll bring only the most precious things and the knife I gave you. I'll find a horse for you. We're leaving, Madeleine... Now sleep... That's the safest place in the world you'll ever find anyway..." he finished and himself fell asleep, still in clouds, still thinking that was just a dream!