As he backed away from her now trembling body, the light of the flickering candles began to dance on her newly revealed skin. The heavy material of her dress now hung down on either side of her torso, strands along the edge of the tattered fabric dancing in an almost imperceptible breeze. Beneath the dress she wore only a thin slip, the sheer material offering him a tantalizing view of what lay beneath. Now that the tight corset was no longer constricting her figure he could see the natural, womanly curves that he craved beneath the fabric. Reaching out, the tip of his tongue between his lips, he gently nudged the dress from upon her shoulders, the sheer weight of the material instantly dragging it down around her arms to pool around her feet on the floor. She shivered as the warmth of the dress left her now practically exposed body. The thin muslin slip did very little to hide anything, it served merely as something to prevent the dress' corsetry digging into her skin. A lascivious smirk passed over his lips as he surveyed her figure. The slip had a thin strap of ribbon going over each shoulder, the neck line scooped low over her large chest, fastened in the middle by a small piece of ribbon, tied in a bow. He laughed a little. A bow, it seemed so innocent almost. The slip was fitted to run close under her bust, giving a little support to her chest, before running down freely over her hips to the floor. The sheer quality of the material left him in no doubt of what lay beneath it and he felt that same wanton stirring deep within himself. Looking back up into her face, her blue eyes were wide and clearly terrified and yet, there was still a sparkle to them. Something shining deep inside that was almost warning him, whatever you do to me, you shall not win. You shall not defeat me.
He had done this so very many times during his time as ruler of these lands, more frequently in the spring and summer as that was the time of year for it but once or twice the early autumn or deep mid-winter might throw up something to help pass a long, dark night. But in all the eyes he had looked into, he had never seen anything quite like this. He had seen terror, he had seen resignation even to what lay ahead but he'd never seen eyes staring back as bravely as hers were doing to him. She was trembling and he could almost sense just how terrified she was. But she was still trying to hide it from him and that made him want her even more. He liked it when they struggled and didn't simply give in. It made him feel more like a man, rather than a title with special privileges.
He reached out and ran his hand around the side of her face, letting his thumb move to run over her lips as he passed them. His hand continued to slide down, past her neck to her shoulder. His finger nudging the ribbon strap there closer and closer to the edge until it slipped down to rest upon her upper arm. He leant forwards, his lips brushing her now completely bare shoulder with kisses. She hissed, almost as if his touch was burning her. Struggling afresh against the shackles behind her, she could feel the beginnings of tears begin to prick the backs of her eyes and a painful lump begin to rise in her throat as the last pieces of hope seemed to leave her with each of his kisses to her skin. She swallowed harshly, determined not to cry in front of him.
His surprisingly warm fingertip were stroking up and down her upper arm while his lips caressed her skin, then suddenly the kiss became a bite, she yelped and squirmed as she felt his teeth gripping her flesh, close to the nape of her neck. His body lunged forwards slightly, pinning her once again against the wall and his other hand moving to hold her neck, loosely. She could feel every sinew of his body pressed against her, even through his clothing and she could feel his excitement building. In fact his excitement was beginning to press into the side of her hip as he continued biting and sucking at the skin on her shoulder. The hand on her neck crept around to catch in her hair, once again pulling her head back sharply, revealing more of her neck to his apparently starving mouth. He shifted closer still, moving his mouth further up her neck, biting and sucking constantly. His movements were becoming more frantic, feverish almost, as the calm, methodical composure seemed to be leaving him. The next thing she knew his face was in front of hers, his breath hot and rasping against her skin. His dark eyes blazed into hers for a moment or two before the hand in her hair pushed sharply and his lips mashed into hers. She tried to cry out for help of some kind but the parting of her lips only allowed his mouth to capture hers entirely. Feeling his tongue snake between her parted lips, stroking, probing.
She tried to pull back, to break this kiss, but she was held too strongly. She could do little to stop him. But she could try something...
He pulled away sharply with a howl, his hand flying to his lip, throbbing and starting to swell from her bite. It wasn't bleeding but that was of no importance, it didn't change what she had done. This one had still had enough fight in her to make things interesting.
She winced back as he lifted his head to look at her, expecting a slap or some other sign of his displeasure but instead there was an almost twisted smile on his face.
"So be it, my dear..." He all but snarled, grabbing her head to kiss her once more, this time it was his teeth that found a target, making her whimper as he sucked on her lower lip, his teeth grinding into it slightly. Pulling away and straightening his robes he called for a guard. Terror rose sharply inside her at what she had now brought upon herself as the heavy door swung open to reveal a heavy set man with a face like thunder.
"Sire...?" The guard's voice rumbled darkly.
"I would like her bringing up to my chambers," He said, looking back at her for an instant. "Immediately..." He gave one last look at her before sweeping towards the doorway.
The guard's stony expression became slightly more lascivious as his slightly sunken eyes moved over her figure but before he could even think anymore about it, he found his master's sword at his neck. "Lay a finger on her and I shall hear of it..." His words were quiet but were so heavy with intent he might as well have yelled into the guard's face.
"Yes sire, of course..." The guard hung his head, appearing to shrink before her eyes.
With that, he re-sheathed his sword and swept from the room. Without a word, and with barely a glance in her direction, the guard unfastened her shackles from the wall and began to lead her out of the dark room to her new prison in his chambers. |
