Lady In Red

36

"I used to love swings. And sitting at the banks of frozen lakes. When I was ten. Last time I did it. I was sixteen. Just starting my studies. "

"What made you stop."

Even his voice made my core move. It was so gentle yet husky. It kept me on my edge. Something I found enduring. While his voice held me in my stance, his fingers dragged across my back giving me occasional shivers. And when they would stop to wrap around my waist, I would bite my lip hoping to hold my tongue from giving up any voice of embarrassing pleasure.

I could never have imagined, me talking about my childhood to a man who seemed the least interested in anything but his kingdom and wars.

But here he sat, behind me staring into my soul and listening to my incessant talks. When I would stop he would ask me more. But when I asked, I would get a curt reply. It discouraged me from asking deep questions about his life. Instead, I stuck with asking jolly ones.

For example, how he used to love pears until he saw a bug in it and never touched a pear again. It was amusing.

"Why did you stop? ".

My eyes shut close immediately as his lips touched my shoulder. His fingers opened my laces in no time. The sleeves of my gown dropped below my waist exposing my bare back to him.

I gasped out loud as he grabbed my upper arm and held me in place as he bit my lower back. Sucking on my skin and marking it like the rest of my body.

I couldn't speak when he did that. I just sat there in shock soaking the pleasure that made me blush and shy away.

He was a manly man. He didn't shy away from touching me even in public. Something I didn't quite get accustomed to.

"You haven't answered Ruby. "

"Mm.. " That's what came out when I tried to talk as he ran his hands on the back of my waist and curled them around me before pulling me back.

Right between his legs. I hear the wood break under the blazing fire in the mantle, hinting how quickly time had passed, he felt the warmth fill inside me.

"I fell ill, scarlet fever. But I pulled through. But my mother forbade me from visiting it again."

"I used to cut ice with my uncle at Louis Lake."

I smiled.

"It must be very cold.. "

I refrained from questioning him. Choosing to stick with small comments that would avoid any silence from him.

"Yes. But we adapt young. "

"How far is it? "

"Couple of hours," He said before picking me up and carrying me to bed.

A short gasp escaped my mouth as my back hit the bed. My curls covered my bare chest whole he took my chemise off.

I was still nervous before him. No matter what state. I was always hanging by the edge whenever he was never.

So imagine my state when I was lying bare before him, his hands touching me. Claiming my body as forcefully as he could because I never stopped him. I didn't wish to.

My cries echoed through the chamber as he bit along my thighs to my stomach.

"Please not there-" I beg of him to leave my waist alone. It was too sensitive but he hushed me.

His hand covered my mouth as he bites and sucks on my skin. It hurts but I liked it.

I felt so helpless next to him. I felt weak. My body would give myself up to him without my mind's consent. I seemed to have developed a dual personality for his presence.

Scared, yet getting pleased out of intimidation.

I cried out as he slapped my bum. Before pulling me down and taking me from behind.

"No..." My weak moans were his melody perhaps. Because he would kiss me as I cried out.

"No more...Please? I can't ...Sir" I was begging when he curled her fingers around my neck tight, his eyes turned so scary as he pounded inside me so roughly I felt all of it. Not to mention the occasional bites over my breasts as he took pleasure in it.

"What do we say, Baby?"

That whisper, almost like a groan in my ears made me shiver.

"Please, Sir.."

I was lying on my front, my hair sprawled across my shoulders, my rear covered lightly by the thick woollen blanket. But I wasn't cold. Our action had made the chamber a heating pod. The fire had begun to die, pulling us in a dark warm state. Only the moonlight brightened the end of the chambers.

I felt his hands run against my hair, slowly travelling down my spine, right above the blanket. He pushed it off fondling my bum. I squeeze the pillow under me in my hand. My face dug further down into that soft pillow to hide my content self. He squeezed them, ran his hands through the back of my body unceasingly, like he was studying my body under him. With his head over my back, I felt like a pillow being pampered.

I wanted to remember every bit of it. I was informed the king would be taking up a short travel possibly lasting a week or two in some time. I was dreading those days. For I had not been under any scrutiny as a result of his behaviour towards me. I heard the King had passed a rule to forbade gossip against my Maiden Kingdom or me in general.

I was thankful for it, but it might be futile. People may restrict talk, but one cannot restrict gossip.

His kisses distract me from my pessimism, a smile painted on my lips, my head still dug into that pillow as his lips reached down to my cheeks. He kissed them before an audible wince left my lips as a result of his bite.

I turned my head pushing away his head from my bum but he didn't budge. I cried holding back my laugh at the ticklish feeling of pain while he continued licking and biting right on my bum.

It seemed like I wouldn't be left with just a few marks. He had covered my breasts and stomach. back, now my bum, and also my neck with marks. Not to mention my shoulders. My thighs had multiple.

"That's the twentieth !" I pout eyeing him.

He kissed that aching area before lifting his dark eyes on me.

I gulp at those predatory eyes. Like he would pounce on me like a lion-no, like a wolf. Like he was.

"You should forget the counting my dear" A husky voice entered my ears almost melting my body and mind. I held back my moan while he climbed up my body and turned me around to kiss my neck.

I wince at the fresh bite under my ear. I already kenned how dark and sore that would be.

"No-!" My voice gave up as he pushed open my legs and settled between them. His lips licked me as I shook my head pushing his head away.

"No no..not again-" I knew that was dangerous. Pushing him away.

He grabbed my hand pinning it down on the bed and looked up licking me.

"You stop me again and I'll make your cheeks red and f**k your ass"

Well, that was enough to shut me up. But not enough to stop me from moving under his actions. My legs would close causing him to slap my thigh. I gasped throwing my head back and closing my eyes at the pleasure his mouth gave me. He squelched my jittery body. But he didn't stop.

"It's sore" I whine but he lightly slaps my cheek.

If any man were to do that I would be keening his gems. BUT HIM ! Dear lord I was turned into a masochist.