Isabella De Luca
When I woke the next morning, it felt as though I had run a marathon. Every muscle in my body was sore and as I groaned softly, a strong arm curled around my waist. I could feel his callused hands and I wondered what would cause a man of such nobility to develop such roughness. His touch seemed possessive yet oddly comforting and for several long moments, I allowed myself to enjoy it.
When I tried to move away eventually, he wouldn’t let me. Instead, his grip tightened as his palm brushed across my lower belly. He cupped my freshly shaven mound, still tender from being used and punished so thoroughly the day before. I didn’t know if he was warning me or just wanted to touch me, but I stopped fighting because I didn’t want to find out.
“You fit so perfectly against me like this, baby girl,” he murmured, and my heart flittered in my chest.
“You’re not half bad yourself,” I teased.
“Sassy girl,” he replied. His palm squeezed my pussy lightly, but it didn’t hurt. In fact, I kind of liked it because it made me feel like he owned it.
“I have my moments,” I said, wiggling my bottom just a little against him. He was just as naked as I was, and I could feel his cock nestled against my backside.
“Indeed, you do,” he whispered, and I felt his lips press against the back of my scalp in a soft kiss.
“You aren’t going to punish me for being sassy?” I asked.
“No. Not today. Sometimes I might. Other times I won’t, but remember the possibility is always there, baby girl, and do you know why?”
“I’m not sure,” I answered.
He slid his fingers between my legs.
“Because it makes you wet knowing that, doesn’t it?” he whispered, his voice husky and seductive as his lips brushed gently against my ear. He found my clit with his finger and circled around it, pressing lightly enough so that I moaned quietly for him.
“Perhaps,” I replied, unable to stop myself from sighing as I melted into his touch.
He pinched my clit gently in retribution and I gasped at the slight hint of pain. He returned to touching me lightly, teasing my clit with the flats of his fingers until I was shivering with his touch.
I almost wondered if he was the same man I had met yesterday.
He was being so gentle. I knew he could be cruel and punishing, but this tenderness was new to me. I lay back against him, remembering the sad look in his eyes after I had thrown my glass of wine in his face. Maybe he hadn’t wanted to deal with me so harshly? Maybe he preferred mornings like this?
He’d
been so caring when he bathed me last night, clearly trying to be gentle when he cleaned me with the soft washcloth. He had varied the pressure on my sore muscles, but he had been more than careful when he was between my legs as he had washed me. I squeezed my thighs together, thinking about his cock between them. He’d broken me once over the windowsill in this very room and again in the dining hall before his court, but this morning, he was holding me as though I was his lover and not just a random woman in his bed.
And then, last night before we had gone to sleep, he’d tucked his warm body around me and offered the protection of his strength. He’d said something else too. I furrowed my brow as I tried to remember. I’d been so worn out that it felt like a dream, but I could have sworn that he’d called me a princess or something along those lines.
I chewed my lip. Princess meant something here, didn’t it?
“You didn’t like that I called you my concubine last night, did you, baby girl? Be honest with me. You won’t ever be punished for telling me the truth,” he urged quietly.
I worried my lip a bit more before curling back a little, focusing on the soothing feeling of his body surrounding mine. He was so big and I was so small, and right now, that made me feel like a little girl. It made me happy.
“I didn’t like it. I don’t want to be known as your whore. That’s not me,” I whispered finally, and his chin nodded against my shoulder.
“What if I called you something different before my court? Would you prefer to be referred to as my lover instead?”
I mulled it over before I decided that I felt that was acceptable.
“That would be better,” I answered.
“Then it will be so. You have my word, sweet girl,” he replied as he kissed the place behind my ear, causing a shiver of arousal to race down my spine.
“You would do that for me?” I asked.
“I would do anything for you,” he replied, with more assurance than I expected.