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To Suffer a Thief	By : noname21 Category: S through Z > Shanghai Knights Views: 1911 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-To Suffer a Thief
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OC’s POV
The fog has rolled in late this evening, allowing me to sneak past the guards of the estate. The London air has chilled me to the bone, but my current sleeping place is unsafe, thanks to the Ripper.
I pump my long legs as I make my way quickly across the open field within the estate. I have been on my own since I turned twelve- and that was only three years ago! Abandoned as an infant, I grew up on the streets, being beaten and abused by all sorts of people who wanted to mess with me. I’ve dealt with street people all of my life. I have had no one to look out for me but myself, and that’s the way I’ve kept it.
Long brown hair streaks behind me in the wind as I keep moving. My blue eyes, constantly adjusting to the darkness of the night, scans the area for somewhere to hide out and warm myself.
One hundred feet away, I spot a barn. ‘Perfect!’ I think to myself. Moving swiftly and silently, I haul my lithe body in the direction of the barn. As carefully as I can, I lift the large wooden beam up and crack the doors open.
Two men stand in the middle of the barn, deeply involved in discussion.
“You will be king, Lord Rathbone” says the sinister-looking Asian man. He stands shorter than his companion, dressed in a pinstripe suit. “In accordance with our agreement, though. You will keep your end of the bargain.”
“And when will you see fit to keep up your end?” asks the pale, coal-haired man. Annoyance is etched on his face, integrated with a gaze that held contempt and cruelty. “If your arrogance gets in the way of my becoming king, I will see to it that you are- Lord Rathbone suddenly stops speaking. “What is it?”
Without turning, the Asian man states, “We are being watched.”
‘Shit.’
Spinning quickly to run, I am caught off-balance by a tackling guard. For a split second, I am pinned by the weight of the guard, unable to move, when he lifts himself off of me. My arms are lifted to either side of me, pulled by men whom I couldn’t see. Everything is happening in such a blur…
…then a burst of light momentarily blinds me. I blink several times before I am practically nose-to-nose with Lord Rathbone. I try to look around him to see where the other man had gone, but he is nowhere to be found.
Lord Rathbone’s face contorts in anger at first, but transforms into a cool gaze. “Well well,” he remarks with a smirk, “what do we have here?”
“We caught her trying to sneak in, M’lord,” one of the guards beside me barks.
“I see,” Lord Rathbone eyes me up and down.
I don’t like the way his eyes linger on me. “I didn’t take nothin’!” I say forcefully. The grip on my arms tightens.
“And yet, you’re on my property. By all accounts, you appear to be a thief,” he says mockingly.
Despite my current predicament, that smirk of his is pissing me off. “And you’re not? Trying to take a throne that doesn’t belong to you- that’s stealing!”
That did it- the smirk falls off Lord Rathbone’s face as he struggles to maintain his demeanor. He looks like he is about to hit me, when that smirk finds its way back to his face. But it changed- there is a terrifying cruelty in his eyes. “There’s fire in this one,” he remarks to no one in particular. He turns away from his guards, starting to walk away, when he turns around and decrees, “Take her to my chambers- I’ll deal with her.”
‘That’s not good,’ I think. I desperately try to free myself, struggling and fighting to loosen the guards’ grip on me. But, I feel staggering pain the back of my head and everything turns to black.
***
A blurry haze starts to become clearer as my eyes flutter open. As soon as I start to see better, a blinding pain shoots through my head. ‘Where am I?’
I blink once more and the picture becomes clear. I am in an elegant room, decorated in lush red velvet. A fireplace hearth crackles nearby the large bed and credenza. Large mahogany doors lead the way to freedom- and that’s the way I want to go.
I move to stand up, but I can’t. I hadn’t even realized that I am sitting or the fact that my arms are tied to the arms of a chair, but they are.
Scanning the room, I look to see if there is a letter opener or something I could access to get these ropes off.
“I don’t think you’ll find what you’re looking for.”
My heart nearly stops. Lord Rathbone had entered the room and is watching me from afar. How long had he been there?
An indescribable look masks his face as he walks over to me. He stands tall over me, locking his dark eyes with my own. “Looking at you here, I can’t help but wonder what a beauty such as yourself is doing trespassing onto my property.” His hand strokes my cheek.
‘Oh no,’ I think. ‘Oh no, this is bad. This is really bad.’ Yet despite myself, I snidely reply, “I was trying to take something I didn’t own. You would know about that too, I suppose?”
He smiles. ‘Shit,’ I think, ‘I’m in trouble.’
Lord Rathbone POV
My secret meeting was interrupted by some street orphan trying to use my barn as a place to hole up. Normally, I would have told my guards to execute her swiftly, but she is a gorgeous creature.
And feisty too. Not easily breakable- but, it will be fun trying.
She’s afraid, as I stand over her, tied-up and vulnerable. She’s afraid, but refusing to show it. That is about to change.
“Are you afraid?” I asked.
She sits there, glaring at me in response. I smirk.
“I’m not afraid of scum like you,” she pipes up.
“I have you tied up in my private chambers,” I say. “Does that not indicate a predicament for you?”
She trembles slightly, but recovers quickly, replying, “Your arrogance in contemptible and deceives you. Ain’t nothin’ you can do to me.”
How quaint that she speaks like a lady one moment and like a street rat the next. “You are mine to do with as I please,” I say, wanting to see how she responds to that.
“Touch me again and I’ll cut off your fingers!” she shouts, practically spitting.
I walk closer to her, my crotch at her eye-level. But, I don’t break her just yet. I am only getting started. I run my fingers over the smooth curves of her neck, tracing collarbone and allowing a finger to fall between the valley of her breasts. She wears thin rags made up of various clothing types, but it is thin on her and feels as though I’m touching her skin. Heat radiates off of her, in a mixture of rage and something else I can’t put my finger on…
She tries furiously to move away, but cannot because she is bound to the chair. Hate fills her eyes, unbridled as though she tries to reign herself but cannot. I should teach her self-control…
“How old are you, girl?” I ask.
Her eyes move to leave mine, but cannot stay away for long. “Fifteen,” she mutters.
A young flower! I groan slightly, feeling tightness in my trousers. “Fifteen…a woman then…my mistakes.”

‘Enough toying- time for action!’
In a move that surprises her, I reveal a knife. The thoughts that cross her mind reveal her struggle with mortality, but I could not carve up such a ruggedly beautiful creature. I cut the ropes that bind her arms.
She quickly stands up, but has to sit back down again.
“Take your time,” I smirk, “we have all night.”
She doesn’t like that comment. She stands quickly again, but doesn’t make a break for the door.
“Run,” I tell her. “Go ahead and try.”
She remains unmoving.
“Your choice is regrettable,” I state.
“I choose to live,” she replies.
My smirk grows, among other things. “Then, you’ll do what I command.”
Those blues eyes are defiant, but her callused hands shake. She wants to run, but knows she cannot.
My voice becomes cold, “Take off my coat.”
She looks at me quizzically. I slap her and she staggers slightly.
“Take. Off. My. Coat,” I say again.
Without a word, she moves towards me. She is definitely a fighter, but does not know how to leave. Standing in front of me, she removes my coat from shoulders and lets it drop to the ground.
“Now take off my vest,” I state.
Again wordlessly, she undoes the buttons of my vest, letting that too fall to the ground.
“Now my blouse,” I say.
My blouse is unbuttoned and falls to the ground. The air hits me with force and I feel tingling between my legs.
“Unbutton my trousers,” I say.
She hesitates. That is a mistake.

I grab her by the wrists and drive her into the wall next to the bed. She cries out from hitting and wall and tries to fight me off her. We struggle and she manages to claw me in the face. I slam her against the wall again, using my knee to pry her legs apart and tearing her thin clothing off her.
The fighting stops as I pin her body against the wall with my own. I’m angry and lustful, asking her in my hazy fury, “Have you maintained your innocence, m’lady?”
Her eyes reflect anger and fear, boring into my own as we push against each other.
My smirk betrays me, “Such purity should be savored, don’t you think?” I force my lips onto hers, letting my tongue wiggle wildly into her mouth.
She tries to bite me, but gasps before she can. My hand is up her shirt, pawing at her breasts, squeezing them, pinching her nipples. The material is torn off of her, leaving her exposing to my eyes and parts beyond.
I impatiently rip the rest of her clothing off of her, unbuttoning my own trousers as I use one hand to keep her wrists pinned to the wall. She wiggles underneath me, but it’s too late. My cock is free from its prison, hard and aching to feel the warmth of feisty virgin pussy.
I grab her by the neck and push her onto the bed on her stomach. She tries to stand again, but my weight is quickly pressed on her, not allowing her to move. Pushing her down with one hand, I position myself at the entrance of her cunt and let myself into her.

She cries out in pain and anger. I do not care; the warmth of her virgin pussy has wrapped around my cock like a warm blanket. The feeling is ecstasy; she is tight and hot and filled with fire that the electricity surging from my cock is driving me insane.
I pull myself out of her, only to ram back in. Her cries reduce to whimpers and it turns me on even more. She is mine.
I move in and out of her, relishing the warmth and pleasure of her cunt alongside the idea that this fiery creature was mine. Feeling the pleasure build up in my balls and creep up the back of my thighs, my ultimate pleasure grows closer.
She no longer fights me, but that may be because I am pinning her wrists to the bed. My balls hit her as I thrust in and out of her, moving faster as I feel my cock engorging. I allow my hands to roam all over her, tracing the curves of her butt, back, shoulders, and breasts. I rub her breasts, my pleasure almost too much to bear, wanting and not wanting her to feel what I am feeling at the same time.
I am taking her. She is mine.
This thought makes me move in and out of her faster, tingling sensations indicating that my control is starting to disappear, that feeling of goodness enveloping my cock…
I come, biting into her back as I do. She flinches, yelps, but silences herself as my seed fills her.
I lay on top of her a moment longer, catching my breath. As quickly as it all happened, I pull my shrinking manhood out of her, standing up and pulling up my trousers as I study her over.
She is unmoving for a moment, but without warning, leaps up and punches me in the face.
I stagger backwards for a moment, but recover quickly, shoving her naked form up against the wall once again. To taunt her, I put my face millimeters away from hers and smack my lips. “You are fiery,” I smirk.
I carelessly maneuver and throw her onto the bed. I toss her her clothing and say, “Clean yourself up. I won’t have my property looking so disheveled.”
Despite her disbelief, she manages to say, “Your…property?”
I stand over her again, penetrating her with my eyes. “Yes, my property. You’re mine, now.”
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