"Come on, baby," he said hoarsely. "I'm going to fuck this thing into you until you scream or I'll pass out!" His voice was husky with desire, and Prudence turned straight on to face him. This was a terrible thing she wanted to do! Her eyes sparkled like the sea. She felt radiant, but at the same time she felt so guilty she could hardly breathe.
Watching her face, he hesitated. He had decided that he didn't want to force her. He wanted no struggling, no half-way measures. He wanted her to give herself to him full force and with all her heart and mind. It was a crazy thing he wanted, but he had always wanted crazy things, everyone said. Like here he was, wanting to make a country out of the Whitelaw Estates! Well, what difference did it make how crazy it was? If he wanted it, he would have it, that's all!
"You still think thus is wrong?" he asked suddenly.
The conflict tore at her guts, but she was honest with him.
"Yes," she admitted almost breathlessly.
He swept her up in his arms and with his powerful shoulders inched open the door and then strode into the bedroom. The wide, elegant bed looked soft and inviting. The room was as opulent as all the others in the house, and Prudence suddenly felt like a queen about to be fucked by her king and her guilt began to ebb. He placed her on the bed, and then, to her surprise and disappointment, pulled away.
He smiled with difficulty, and with admiration, she sensed what his decision was costing him. "I can wait until you no longer feel guilty!" he said firmly. "Get some sleep," he ordered her and turned to leave.
Incredibly enough, she realized that her heart yearned to cry out to him to stay! But how could she ask such a thing of the man who had kidnapped her, who might, in the end, for whatever the political reasons were, have to put her to death!
CHAPTER FOUR
Prudence was certain that when she awoke, Douglas would be with her again, at least to eat. But when her meal came in, so did Captain Happy. She had put on a little wrinkle-free travel dress that she always carried with her on public transportation because it was easy to change into, but there was no need to be dressy in these circumstances. Captain Happy might be trying to impress her, but she was not trying to impress him! But she combed her blond hair carefully and applied just a touch of mascara over her big blue eyes and penciled her lids brown.
Captain Happy surveyed the blue print dress that clung sensually to her long shapely legs, and his eyes climbed the extent of her tiny waist up to the succulent tits. She looked regal, and for the first time he realized what a magnificent queen she would make. It was possible his people would object, but he had an answer for that. His whole bargaining power with the British was that he wished to cane a pro-western country out of the middle of one that would be definitely anti-west once that rebellion took place! It was better that the government cede the Whitelaw Estates to Captain Happy and leave it to him to expand his country as best he could so that the anti-western forces, which were rumbling louder and louder each year, would be left in the powerless shape of a fragile donut on the outskirts of Whitelaw. To prove his pro-western intentions, he was marrying a white woman, whose husband… let's see… whose husband met with an accident? No! The big captain thought. That might alienate Prudence forever. But maybe her husband could be induced by Eflo…
He excused himself from Prudence almost as soon as he arrived, and slipped down the hall to Eflo.
"I could find nothing out from the pig of an ambassador. He kept telling me that Whitelaw was never mentioned at all in government circles, which is ridiculous! I want you to use your charms, Eflo! All the charms necessary to learn what you can, do you understand me?"
Eflo smiled a cat-like half smile, her shapely lips bending slightly downward and her brown eyes flickering with more complete understanding than he had intended her to have. She knew that the little blond hostage was too much of a temptation to him, and she supposed that Douglas must be kept busy and happy so that no one would ever be told what went on at Whitelaw. Happy did not wish to appear incapable in western eyes. He wanted to be the serious-minded reformer and expert governor. She had thought that taking hostages was the worst way to maintain a good image, but Happy's reasoning was that there was no point in having a good image if no one was looking. These days, one had to take hostages to be looked at! And, she thought, if it were true that Whitelaw was not being mentioned in government circles, then maybe Happy was right! It had not been much of a revolution to walk into the Whitelaw Estates as Captain Happy's forces had done while the Whitelaw descendants were away in England arguing over which of them should live here. But the black forces had moved in! Of course, the Whitelaws might not realize it yet!
The handsome captain turned and put his arm around her once again, squeezing her lightly as he had when he first came in. She felt his real indifference though a shot of electricity coursed through the faithful woman's dark loins, and she felt the inevitable moisture pooling warmly at the vee between her thighs. On a second thought, he leaned over and kissed her, paternally, just to the side of her mouth. She thrilled and then… "Can't we wait?" she rasped hotly.
The captain looked at her blankly and then impatiently as though there was something she was refusing to understand.
"Of course not! We don't have forever! And this… uh… mood you're in could be very valuable."
Eflo saw the lie in his expression. It glinted in his averted eye. In a low, barely audible voice, she murmured: "Okay, Captain, if that's the way you want to play it."
He was already looking toward the door, planning his exit line.
"Guess you had better get back to your business and leave me to mine, then," she told him, sarcasm just barely coloring her softened voice.
Gratefully, if guiltily, the big captain smiled and left.
Douglas Harper sat in the room that had been assigned to him, wondering how all the pieces in this fiasco fit together. He only wished that it were possible to receive some word from his superiors so that he would know what to say and what to do. The captain had made it clear to him that he and Prudence would not see each other again for weeks and maybe forever! In a way it was a relief Douglas found it difficult enough to think for himself without having to think for two! He had not been raised to think. He had been schooled by his father from the time he was small to quickly analyze and understand someone else's thinking and to translate it into the diplomatic blarney that governments used with each other. But to be this kind of translator, one had to have something to translate… some message, some instructions from someone!
What was Douglas Harper to think of the new country of Whitelaw? No one in government had ever mentioned it so Douglas had never heard of it. Had his government decided that it exists? Whether or not a country exists has everything to do with how an ambassador treats it! Well, if he made any mistakes, how could anyone possibly blame him, Douglas decided. How could he have an official attitude without knowing his government's official position? The only attitude he was sure of was toward his little wife. He knew he had to protect her, he had to cooperate for her sake, as long as protecting her through his cooperation did not endanger the official position of his country, whatever that was!