Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 39383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
I unloosed the laces of my braies and took my cock in hand, and turning her back to me drove into her with my hand over her mouth to catch her cry. I fucked her to a ne’er thee well until I came with a loud roar, then left her there without giving her release and headed to my rooms. I felt like a bastard when I heard her cries beyond the door but was too mad to turn back.
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“Why are you displeased with me my lord? Have I done something wrong?” She came up beside me. I’d ignored her for the better part of the day but I noticed that she hadn’t shared any more smiles with young dandies. “No.” I was of course, but why tell her? Why give her that much power over her king?
“Go indoors it’s a bit chilled out here.” She looked a bit dejected as she turned to go back inside. The others were off finding their own entertainment, and tomorrow we start the hunt.
I watched until she disappeared inside and went back to my archery. This is one of the only things I can do on my own without interruption that gives me time to think.
As I notched my bow and took aim she was heavy on my mind. It hurt me to hurt her, and for such a petty thing at that. She wasn’t flirting to be sure. My Cecile does not flirt. She’s nothing like the other ladies of the court who are so free with their favors.
Maybe it was because of who I once was, and how easily it had been for me to entice other men’s women into my bed that I had reacted so strongly to her being friendly to the young man. I’d had words with him after leaving her on the floor of his room. Just a few, but I’m sure he got the gist. I’d simply told him to stay away from her. To which he’d all but swallowed his tongue in fear of my wrath.
Not very well done of me since the boy was still wet behind the ears. Tomorrow I’ll make it up to him by letting him ride beside me on the hunt. I’ve grown soft a bit thanks to our nightly talks I think. A fortnight ago I wouldn’t have given a fig what the boy felt.
That evening at supper after hiding herself away from me all day, I made her sit beside me. She picked at her mutton and barely nibbled on her leg of capon, and I noticed she took no wine.
“Are you ill?” I kept my voice low so as not to be overheard. She shook her head surreptitiously and kept her eyes downcast. I cleaned the greasy fingers of the hand nearest her on the fine silk napkin, before placing my hand on her knee.
Conversation carried on around us as I inched her skirts up her thigh. Beneath her petticoats she was bare between her thighs, the way I had once told her I expected her to be, in readiness for me whenever, wherever.
She bit her lip and her face heated but a quick look around the table showed that our guests were too caught up in their own affairs to pay much mind to ours.
I trailed my fingers up her thigh until her soft curls teased them. I found her heat and slipped in. “Move.” I whispered softly in her ear. Her movements were indiscernible to everyone but me as I fucked her with my fingers. She hid her moans behind a cough while I ate with my free hand and she tried to force food past her lips.
I gave her the climax I’d denied her earlier before pulling my fingers from her and licking them clean of her juices before turning to lord Humphreys Duke of Norwich, who sat on my other side, to engage him in conversation.
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Princess Cecile
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He’s so confusing I don’t know what to make of this day. My body was much relieved after his little display at table, but I was still no wiser to what had brought on his actions of the day. If that weren’t enough, I had been ill this morn after he left me.
Was it the child? Was it not too soon to tell? It has been a little more than a month and some since I went to his bed, but surely it takes longer for the body to change. Maybe it was just the travel that had taxed my poor nerves, not to mention that last conversation with lady Georgina. Add the way he’s been acting and it was no wonder I was ill.
Now he’s left me sitting here with a most unladylike wetness between my thighs. Thank goodness everyone else seemed preoccupied for the moment or my blushing face would’ve given me away.