Forced By The Knights Bundle

Chapter 2

“Grab hold,” he told her.

Bridgette sucked in a deep breath, but it did nothing to calm the trembling of her hands as she reached out to grip the hem of the armor. Sir Esmond took hold at the front and between them they dragged the chainmail up his torso.

The sight of a broad, muscular back caught Bridgette’s interest like she knew it would and there was no pulling her eyes from it as she helped get the lightweight armor over the knight’s head. It didn’t feel that light to her when Sir Esmond let go and she almost dropped it.

Her grunt was loud as she struggled to hold on, but she found herself face-to-face with a powerful knight when he spun around on the stool to grab hold. It wasn’t exactly her first sight of the bulging, chest muscles of a mature man. She’d never been so close to them before though and didn’t realize how intensely she was staring until she heard the sound of Sir Esmond’s voice.

“Thank you.”

His words broke the spell and her gaze shot up to the smile on his face. It was a sign her curiosity hadn’t gone unnoticed. A burst of intense awkwardness came alive like never before and she stammered out words as she looked away.

“I’ll just, uh…, check on…, Durwin.”

Heat flooded her cheeks as she quickly moved away from the table and she didn’t look back as she left the small property. She could hear her brother playing at the side of the house and it gave her an excuse to get completely out of sight.

“What are you doing?” she said when she caught sight of her brother.

“I’m a knight,” he said as he swung the stick he was wielding around like a sword.

Bridgette shook her head as she watched. She brought her hands up to her face and knew her cheeks would be glowing red as she felt the warmth on them.

“Please go away,” she muttered again as thoughts of Sir Esmond plagued her mind, but she knew he wasn’t going to.

The last thing she wanted to do was go back in the house, so she dropped down at the side of the building and watched her brother play-fighting until the shout of her mother rang out.

“It’s time to eat.”

“Oh great,” Bridgette muttered, but knew she couldn’t ignore the call.

She got to her feet then shepherded her brother around the building and through the door. Sir Esmond was now sitting on the small stool by the fire and his back was to them. He was wearing his leather shirt again and smoke from his pipe rose up above him. The fact he was making himself comfortable wasn’t good and showed he had no intentions of leaving anytime soon.

Bridgette moved across to the table and dropped down on a stool. She picked up the spoon beside the plate in front of her and started to eat the vegetable stew without saying a word.

“Sit and eat, Durwin,” her mother said.

He came to the table to join them and they ate silently. It was only when her plate was empty that Bridgette caught the attention of her mother and motioned her head towards the man sitting at the fire. All she got in answer was a shrug of the shoulders and she wasn’t sure what to think.

She wanted Sir Esmond to leave, but at the same time couldn’t shake off the yearning for what she was certain would happen if he stayed. Fending off a skinny village boy when she didn’t want a situation to get out of control was one thing. She didn’t think a powerful knight would be so easily dissuaded from taking what he wanted from a girl.

“Clean up the plates,” her mother said when they were all finished eating.

Bridgette nodded her head and set about doing her chores. She was aware of Sir Esmond glancing in her direction occasionally as he continued to sit at the fire and smoke, but she avoided eye contact. The late afternoon wore on, with no sign of him getting up and it became clear he intended to spend the night at the house when the light of day started to fade. That was confirmed when her mother asked the question.

“Is it your intention to travel on in the morning, Sir Esmond?”

“Yes,” he replied. “I’ll rest here for the night and leave at dawn.”

Bridgette obeyed her mother’s instruction to get him a blanket then took Durwin to their room. It wasn’t long before her brother was sleeping, but she couldn’t get any rest at first. She eventually fell into a fitful doze that came to an abrupt end when she felt the hand clamping over her mouth. Her eyes opened wide as she came fully awake and she looked up in the darkness to the handsome smile of a knight.

Sir Esmond put the forefinger of his free hand to his lips to show she should be quiet before pulled the grasp from her mouth. Her chest heaved as she sucked in heavy breaths and she froze when his head came down. The touch of his lips sent palpitations flooding through her body, but she glanced to the other bed in the room when it ended.

“I can’t do this,” she whispered in a jittery voice.

The smile widened on Sir Esmond’s face as he got silently to his feet. He grabbed for her wrist to pull her up to a sitting position and there was no resisting his powerful grasp. The bedcovers slid off her upper body and she was aware of his gaze dropping to her chest. She glanced down to the sight of her ample curves showing through the nightgown she wore. His interest in her was enough to make her n*****s stiffen and heat flooded her face as a hint of them showed through the material.

“Come on,” he hissed.

Bridgette was powerless to stop herself begin pulled to her feet and there was a thrill to the way she was being controlled. She was in the hands of a confident man, who knew exactly what he wanted and was intent on taking it. Her arm stretched out as she was led across the room and her legs began to tremble as a quickening pulse surged through her veins. It was a heady feeling.

“My mother,” she hissed when they reached the door and pulled against his grip.

“She’s gone to bed,” Sir Esmond replied and opened the door.

He pulled Bridgette out to the main room of the property and the flickering flames of the fire lit them up. She put a hand on her chest as she was led across to the front door and again tugged against the grip.

“Where are we going?” she hissed.

“For a walk,” Sir Esmond said over his shoulder.

The cool of the night air played on Bridgette’s bare arms when she was taken outside, but it was more than that making goose bumps rise on her skin. Her heartbeat raced as she was led across to the outbuilding and pulled around it, so they couldn’t be spotted from the house. The grip on her wrist released and she backed away from the man in front of her.

“You’re a pretty girl,” Sir Esmond said as he stepped forward.

“Thank you,” Bridgette murmured.

She couldn’t meet the intense gaze on her, but her thoughts were filled with the kiss they shared. The wall of the outbuilding brought her to a stop and she lifted a hand to her chest again when Sir Esmond caught up. He leaned forward to press his palms against the building on either side of her head and it trapped her in place.

Bridgette slowly brought her head up to look at him and knew another kiss was coming. She froze in place as Sir Esmond leaned in and the fierceness of their lips coming together took her breath. Her body responded to the first real passion of her life and shudders raced through her body as her head was trapped against the stonework.

She opened her eyes slowly when their lips parted and saw the smile on Sir Esmond’s face. His gaze slid down to her chest and there was no missing the way her n*****s showed through her nightgown now.

“I knew you would be mine,” he said.

Pulling his right hand from the wall, he played with locks of her hair and she held her breath as the moment stretched out. His fingers slowly slid to the very ends of the dark strands before suddenly brushing across a n****e through the thin material. The air spilled heavily from Bridgette’s lips as she gasped.

“Have you been with a man?” Sir Esmond asked.

“No, sir,” she replied.

The smile on his face widened as he leaned in to another kiss and she felt his hand cup around her breast as they kissed. His grip tightened and the heat of desire came alive in her body. It made her squirm as her head was trapped against the wall and she responded to the passion in the kiss by pushing herself towards the hand groping at her.

Sir Esmond pushed his body forward against hers and she let out a muffled gasp as the hardness of his lust became all too apparent. Her legs began to tremble as the power drained from them and she stared open-eyed at him when the kiss ended.

“So, I’ll be your first,” he said.

Bridgette said nothing in response, but knew she wasn’t going to stop him taking whatever he wanted from her. She didn’t think she could and shuddered when he stepped back. Her gaze settled on his fingers loosening the hooks of his shirt and she saw the bulging muscles of his torso coming into view again. There was no looking away now and she pressed herself back against the wall of the building to hold herself upright.

She couldn’t resist the temptation of reaching out to help him take the shirt off, but it was purely so she could brush her fingertips on his smooth muscles. He made no attempt to stop her when he threw the shirt down to the ground and let her keep playing before finally grabbing her wrist.

“Isn’t this what you want?” he asked.

Bridgette tensed as her hand was dragged lower on his body. There was something enthralling about being a naughty girl for an older, confident man and there was no resisting the power of a knight. It was making her behave as he wanted and her fingers stroked across his solid midriff then lower still until they brushed across his woolen leggings. She knew what was coming and couldn’t believe how much she wanted it. It made the pulse of desire grow stronger in her innocent body.

Her breath rasped out when her palm pressed against his swelling erection and she didn’t pull her touch away when the grip on her wrist was released. She grasped at Sir Esmond’s manhood through the material and was barely aware of his hands coming back to her breasts until the rough groping brought a flicker of pleasurable pain. Her chest heaved as the exhilaration of the moment climbed and she was suddenly aware of her nightgown being dragged up. She was naked below and the sudden shyness made her grab at the material.

“Don’t stop me,” he rasped and pulled her hand away.

She closed her eyes as her nightwear was yanked up to get it over her head. It was dropped to the ground and her hands seized to stop her covering herself up.

“I knew you would be gorgeous,” Sir Esmond said.

Bridgette didn’t get the chance to answer when a kiss pressed on her mouth and she was swept up in a passion there was no fighting. Her hands were brought together and pulled up, so her arms stretched out above her head. It was easy for Sir Esmond to trap her wrists against the wall with one of his hands and it left his other one free.