Ayala rolled on top of him. She kissed him back and dug her hands into his shoulders. His fingers ensnared her around the waist and she moved a hand between her legs, positioning him so that he may enter her. Gently, she lowered herself onto him, and allowed a look of bliss to fall over her features.
She began to roll her hips and moaned at the sensation. He gripped her hips and increased her speed. She cried out at the feelings of pleasure begging to be released.
Lord Eiotan pressed a finger between her legs, and once again found her little bud of pleasure. He ran his thumb over it and circled it. A soft groan escaped his lips at her sounds and features as she enjoyed him.
Ayala stiffened and arched her back, finally finding release. Pleasure radiated through her as she collapsed forward. Lord Eiotan held her close to him, having found his as well. He helped her off of him, and pulled her toward the length of his body. Eiotan wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her even closer.
“I love you,” she whispered, her voice fading into sleep.
“I love you too, Ayala,” he whispered back, but she had already fallen fast asleep.
When the sun rose, Ayala opened her eyes reluctantly. One hand came up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She felt Eiotan stir softly behind her. She smiled. He hadn’t sent her away to her own room, and had cuddled close to her all night. She huddled in closer to him, not wanting to leave his warm embrace.
Lord Eiotan pushed himself up, and Ayala whined in protest while trying to burrow back into his warmth.
“Come, Ayala, though I’d much rather lie with your beautiful naked self all day,” he said as his eyes lingered over her. “We have a busy day ahead. We are to be escorted to Cortés’ camp and he will teach us how to ride horses. That was part of the bet he won yesterday.”
“Part of it?” she murmured. “What’s the other part?”
Lord Eiotan climbed out of bed and didn’t meet her eyes.
“He wishes to see me punish you. He threatened to do it himself if I didn’t take the bet. I was betting against the whole thing, and I lost.”
Ayala stared at him, her mouth wide.
“But, but, sir. I haven’t done anything wrong.”
“I know. I didn’t tell you yesterday because I did not wish to scare you.”
He turned to her and sat beside her, taking her hands in between his.
“You will need to submit to me, this once. You will be safe in my hands. He is not allowed to touch the strap, nor is he allowed to touch you. Know that, even though I may strap you today, I will reward you immensely on our return home.”
“I don’t want a spanking!” she argued.
“Ayala, don’t make me spank you now too.”
She quieted, a hand fluttering back to protect her still naked backside.
“I need you to do this. I have a feeling Cortés is getting out of our hands, and the city is in a dangerous spot. He could attack at any moment, and we must do whatever it takes to appease him. You and I must show him how a man and wife get along here. He has asked to see this. You must be a good girl, and submit to what I am going to do to you. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.” Ayala replied, anger beginning to dissipate at the threat of two spankings today.
“You will listen to me, regardless of what I ask today. We are going to be in the Spanish camp, amongst enemies. If you are a good girl, I will reward you upon our return. You may ask for whatever you wish. Please, do not make me punish you instead. I much prefer making you happy, rather than making you cry.”
Ayala crawled back into his arms and nodded her head.
“Yes, sir, I will do my best to behave,” she said softly.
“Come, let us prepare for the day,” he said. “Let us enjoy it.”
“You’re not the one getting a spanking,” she muttered, quieting immediately as he gave her a stern look. She took his offered hand hesitantly, hoping he wouldn’t spank her for what she had said.
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep track of those outbursts. You will remember them as my strap falls across that bare bottom of yours.”
Ayala gasped, but felt her body betray her, growing warm at his threats. Her knees felt weak, and it almost seemed like her body wanted the spanking, but her head was saying it didn’t. She tried her best to hide it and swallowed away her visceral reaction.
She nodded in reply to Eiotan, to which he gave her a quizzical look. He was not accustomed to her not voicing her opinion. She made her way quickly to her bedroom and readied herself for the day, picking out a lovely scarlet gown to wear. She brushed her hair and washed her face, and rinsed her mouth. When she was ready, she joined Lord Eiotan in the kitchen. He had prepared a small breakfast of oats and fruit. When they had both finished eating, Ayala cleared the dishes, giggling at the thought of last night’s conversations about washing them, and how happy it had made her.