Lady In Red

17

I was covered in nothing but a piece of cloth covering my bits. My hair is fuzzy and curls down to my bum. I brushed it staring at the mirror before it was pinned appropriately for the ball. I was waiting in the cold for my maid to warm up my petticoat with the help of fire so I could feel warm inside.

I wanted to sit and have something to eat.. Perhaps some fruit before I was wrapped up in those huge gowns and jewels and sent out in the crowd of hundreds of people. People who hated humans. Like me.

But when I felt the room so silent. I watched as Maya walked out with others and Lydia held my petticoat before noticing something and keeping it on the chair beside the mantle and leaving.

My brows creased in confusion till I felt his eyes on me.

My heart almost froze seeing The King behind me through the mirror. As I stood in a thin bathcloth covering my body, I suddenly felt shivers run up my body as every part of me now was highly sensitive. He had not seen all of me yet. I knew that, standing almost naked before him made my core clenched.

I felt hot... Hotter as he slowly walked towards me. His eyes never left mine and I turned to him. My hair brushed still in my hands and I held it to my chest. Possibly trying to hide my sudden erect buds poking through that thin wet fabric.

He wasn't in formal attire yet.

The ball had started but the maids never rushed to get me ready so I assumed we didn't have to attend yet.

He wore a simple shirt and trousers. Something all men wore when not outside their homes. His hair was wet. His skin was radiant. I could smell a lavender on him indicating that the King had already taken a bath.

But he was supposed to be getting ready in his chambers.

Why was he here, before me...making it so hard for me to breath.

There was a moment of silence between us a moment where I saw his eyes glance at my body and somehow show anger. Till he trapped me between the table and his chest. My hands were digging into my chest as they pushed back.

He touched the top of my hairbrush and tingles shot right up my core, He didn't even touch me. Yet I was feeling as if I was getting eaten out by a beast.

His eyes stayed on my face but mine dropped to his chest. I couldn't dare look up. He was far too intimidating. He seemed angry or seemed as if any word spoken would anger him.

"Why are you covering yourself with a hairbrush? " He asked taking it out of my hands and putting it down on the table behind me.

I gulp the non-existent words down my throat. His chest pushed on mine more as his face dropped. His cheek rubbed against mine and I felt his light beard tickle my jaw. His lips suddenly touched my ears and I held back a sudden moan to protect my embarrassing expression. I should be as good as a melting pile of cream if he didn't stop.

"How dare you cover what's mine, Ruby? "

That was a threat. That was a threat!

My eyes went wide in fear as his palm rested on my waist and squeezed my skin.

"I can smell your fear. "

I close my eyes shut, tight and held back yet another moan as his breath tickled my ear lobe. His lips brushed gently like a feather over my sensitive ear lobe causing me to push my legs together and pray I didn't make any unwanted noise.

I didn't want to know what was next. I just wanted my core to stop throbbing. I wanted my body to stop trembling in a sort of aroused fear-like state.

I was scared. Immensely, I dare not deny it. But I was aroused by his touch.

I was still very much uncomfortable around him. I didn't know how to act. I remembered how he had kissed me. Seen my body. Touched me. But I was sure it would take me a lot of time to get used to our close proximity.

"Why are you in wet clothes, in such cold weather? " He asked pulling away and looking down.

I could see his eyes darken as he saw my skin peek through that wet cloth.

My tongue was caught. And he did not like it. And I paid for it. He grabbed my jaw harshly and tilted my head up to meet his gaze earning a whispered cry from me.

"I asked you multiple questions yet you decide to stay quiet? Is that how you wish to be? "

I tried to jerk my head violently but in vain as I couldn't quite move it much considering his rough hand was pinning my jaw to stand straight and dare my eyes to look anywhere but in his eyes.

"I was waiting for them to warm my petticoat. And" I paused slightly,"I - I always brush my hair before I get d-dressed"

He frowned in confusion.

"Why? "

" I don't know. I-It's a habit? I suppose."

I did stumble across my words. I stumbled a lot. While I explained. King Xerxes began to undo my damp cloth And it fell to my feet, catching me off guard, exposing me to the cold air and making me shiver. I had instinctively pulled my arms around my bare chest before I could even think. But one look suddenly I was pulling them back down. As If I just knew his command.

How curious...How could I just do as his eyes commanded? How could I just give in to his expression?

He didn't hide his gaze. His eyes dropped from mine to my neck. His fingers traced the mark he had given me. His eyes wander down to my breasts, still perky and refusing to go down. The cold air brushed against them making them even harder.

I almost gasped as his hands rested on my waist. They were extremely hot. So hot I felt as if he could warm me up better than the fire itself.

I bit my lip as he let his fingers rub over my skin. My hands rested over his chest in fists as they had nowhere else to go. I was scared of moving and getting him angry but I didn't want to be devoid of that touch either.

But I moved my hands to rest on his large, muscular, rock hard...I was getting carried away.

Biceps...Never had I seen such large arms that could possibly carry a huge wood log individually.

I had a thing for them. Not just his. I always liked watching men train in the courtyards. Their arms are clearly defined.

But they were nothing.. Compared to the man who stood before me. My arms were like a twig before his.

I squeaked audibly as he suddenly grabbed my right breast, catching me out of my bubble as making my knees wobbly, again!

"How are they so big and soft?"

What...?

I blushed, I felt my neck heat up right there. His eyes were filled with lust and fascination. As he rubbed his hand and squeezed it I would softly cry out feeling a wet pool between my legs while I covered my mouth with the back of my hand and looked away embarrassed and shy. He seemed to enjoy the results of his actions on me, as his lips would slightly curl up every time my body reacted to it. His eyes would show a glint of happy satisfaction when he heard my soft cries and gasps to his sudden touches. I digress, but I knew this was his way of a tease.

He suddenly clenched his jaw throwing me over his shoulders and walking to my bed.

"My king.. You have to be.. Be-" I sucked in a deep breath as he licked my neck and his tongue went straight down to my breasts.

He squeezed me and pinched me while his mouth latched onto my bud. But then he took it in his mouth, all whilst staring right at me. Telling me what he was capable of.

Pulling away only to catch my bud between his teeth and let go for it to jiggle, he was amused and I couldn't for the life of me stop him.

His eyes widened as he squeezed both my breasts.

Had he never had a woman with a bigger bust in bed?

I blushed as he ran his thumb over my n****e and his tongue licked it earning a loud moan from me.

"So f*****g soft"

I cried out loud as he squeezed them too tight making it hurt. He let go as he heard me.

"Too much? " he asked nuzzling his head in my neck.

I was practically unable to, at this point breathe, think, move, talk or even keep my eyes open. I was so absorbed in the haze.

I shook my head lightly as he asked me a question, I didn't want him to think I hated it. I liked it, I couldn't think of being devoid of his touch, I would possibly go mad. And then, the chance to carry my duty as the queen would turn into a battlefield.

Not that I was only letting him do it for the sake of my duty. He called me his mate. Something they cannot call just anyone.

I knew that word carried a heavy weight.

And I couldn't deny how I felt with him.

"We.. Have to.. " I barely get a few words out as he dips his head down to take both my ni*ples in his mouth.

"Sir! " I yelled out suddenly.

I didn't know why. I just didn't want to call him by his name yet.

He let go of my poor ni*ples. They are all red and hot now. He stared at me as my chest was heaving and my eyes were watery because of all the heat.

"I liked that." He said before getting up.

I gasp as he swings his arms under me and picks me up carrying me to my powder room and setting me on the chair and standing before me, Might I add, still naked before him?

His hand suddenly cupped my cheek and chin slowly tilting my head to look at him. To say this was one of the most erotic positions I was in. Sitting before him while his manhood was almost at my mouth while he held my chin.

I wanted to slap myself at how naughty my thoughts were.

"Keep your hair down-" His voice turned husky, it made me clench my legs together and look away.

"And wear red".