He could sense the fear coursing through her veins as he stood behind her with his hand loosely gripping her throat. He leaned in and whispered, “Do not be afraid, my pet.” But still she trembled. With his other hand he pressed the flat edge of the hunting knife against her shoulder and breathed warm breath into her ear. He felt the added weight of gravity as her body succumbed to his seduction and her knees buckled.
“Steady…” he whispered, snapping her from her trance as he maneuvered the blade through the lace on the front of her bodice. Slicing through the last of the lace, he pulled the front apart, freeing her restricted breasts. He lifted the heavy fabric garment from her shoulders and slid it down her arms before tossing it on the floor beside them. He then made quick work of her undershirt, leaving it to the same fate.
The maiden now stood topless, wearing only a floor-length petticoat. They stood in front of the changing mirror and he admired her reflection in the glass. He drew the tip of the blade between her breasts and watched her nipples become excited as her cheeks flushed with fear. “Easy… Relax. Take a deep breath,” he reassured.
She nodded once and filled her lungs with air. He watched fervently as her breasts rose and then fell. The hand around her throat loosened its grip and he slowly drew it down her chest, following the knife until it passed her breasts. He cupped her left orb, lifting it and pinching the nipple slightly between his thumb and forefinger. She bit her lip and gasped at the sensation of electricity flowing through her nerves.
He sheathed the knife on his belt and untied the fabric that held her petticoat in place. Letting it fall to the floor, it puddled around her feet. She stood before him gazing at her naked reflection in the mirror and watched as his hands and fingers explored the delicate curves of her virginal body.
“Tonight, you will become my queen and give me an heir to all that I own,” he announced as he took her hand turned her to face him. She wondered if she could ever love this tall stranger that stood before her. He took her face in his hands and softly brushed his lips against hers. He was at least a foot taller than her and she felt completely consumed in his embrace.
He dropped to one knee and lifted her breast, before leaning in and suckling her tender nipple. She winced in pain when she felt his teeth sink into her tender flesh. His tongue slowly teased and bathed the tip of her nipple and she felt the beginning signs of arousal form between her thighs.
He touched her thigh and at first she jumped. But his persistent tongue and fingers soothed her fear and she relaxed. His fingers parted her thighs and she gasped and flushed with embarrassment when she realized he was intentionally rubbing the nub of her clit.
“Please…” She managed. “Please, let me lie down.”
He pulled away and stood before her. Taking her by the hand, he led her to his bed. He then took her in his arms and lifted her up before setting her gently down on the fine, expensive linens. “Lay back,” he coaxed and she complied.
He looked her deep in the eyes as he slowly undressed before her. His erection throbbed at the sight of her naked feminine form. She parted her legs as he covered her. His hands freely roamed her body as he kissed her neck and shoulder. The pain of her flesh tearing as he entered her caused a tear to fall from her eye and streak down her cheek. She clenched her teeth and wondered if she could ever love this man. Time would only tell.
She prayed that he would be quick, and in that moment she thought of her parents and of her sister. She knew they would never go hungry again. As he took his pleasure from her body she did her best to hide the torment she felt inside. The physical pleasure she felt conflicted greatly with the emotional turmoil she battled as her mind drifted to thoughts of Jaime. Where was he now? Would she ever love this man the same as she did him.
