The Seduction of Gretchen: Paranormal Erotic Romance (Anam Céile Chronicles) Read Free

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transient shudder run through me at the unexpected reminder of blood.  The bed
was clothed in linens of an exotic white silk, the only fabric I had seen in
this place thus far which was not red.
    This impressive bed was situated upon a sprawling
intricately patterned exotic rug, likely from a far off Asian country, I presumed. 
The walls were covered in an ivory jacquard fabric which shimmered quite fascinatingly
in the reflective flickering of the candlelight.  The great span of windows was
framed in corresponding velvet curtains as the bed— yet more red.  My
eyes moving about the room, I noticed that over in the far corner, situated
beside an imposing stone fireplace, was a tub for bathing fashioned of moulded
marble.  Though I had come from a reasonably well-off family— and we were
fortunate to possess a tub, though it was a metal one— still I had never seen
anything quite like it.
    “I trust this will be to your satisfaction?” Lucia asked
indifferently, though I understood it was not really meant to be an actual
question, but rather an obligatory confirmation. 
    “Yes, thank you.  It exceeds my expectations,” I replied, my
voice full of enthusiasm.
    “Well, for that I am relieved,” she responded, the sarcasm
bleeding into her tone.  “I certainly would hate for you to become disenchanted
with us.”
    The foulness of her sudden attitude prompted me to look at
her rather oddly.  Ignoring me, Lucia went on, “I shall send a handmaiden to
you presently.”  With that, she turned and was off without so much as another
word.
    Bristling against her coldness, I tried to brush it off,
telling myself what did she matter to me, besides.  Turning to my room,
I regarded it once more before going to the bed and lying down for a spell.  It
had been quite the day!
    The several days to my debut performance seemed to fly by.  I
must have went over the endless possibilities in my mind a dozen times.  Every
time I passed a male performer in the corridor, I could not help but wonder if he would be the one I would relinquish my virginity to.  When, at last the day
arrived, my stomach was all tied up in butterflies as I ate my afternoon meal,
knowing that by the time I was finished, the assignment list should be up for
viewing. 
    Trying to keep my nerves steady, I slowly made my way to it,
reminding myself to breathe.  Finally, there I stood before it, the long scroll
of paper with names written in careful script all over it.  Running my finger
down along it, I thought I would never find mine, until at last, it jumped out
at me. 
     
    Gretchen— Debut
performance with Vincenzo.
     
    Vincenzo… hmm.  I wonder which one he is? 
    Surprising myself, I actually was a bit disappointed that I
had not been assigned to a more exciting lineup, such as two men.  But
then, I reminded myself, there would be many more nights in which I would
surely have the opportunity to get my fill of decadent sex of all sorts. 
    Not yet familiar with many of the other performers, I could
not help but wonder who my designated partner was.  I thought perhaps I should
ask around, but then quickly decided against it for fear of appearing daft.  I
would just have to wait until then to find out. 
    Whoever he is, he better be good!  After all, this will
be my first time.  I certainly hope he will make it memorable.
    To say I was not disappointed would be a stark
understatement, indeed.
    I was trembling as I ambled onto the stage in the flowing
white gown in which they had dressed me, I presumed as a symbol of my purity. 
Already there waiting for me was one of the most handsome men ever I had laid
eyes upon.  Tall and extremely well built, he had black wavy hair which hung
down his neck and over part of his face, barely hinting at the striking green
eyes from which he stared out at me lustily.  Entirely nude, his rather endowed
manhood pointed to me eagerly. 
    So this is Vincenzo.  Oh my!
    With his glistening, bronzed skin, we