The Warlord's Wife Mar 24, 2019 9:15:16 GMT -5
Post by Guinevère on Mar 24, 2019 9:15:16 GMT -5
Ask him. He'd asked that of her twice now, but Guinevère would not ask for something from him. She would ask nothing from her jailer. Thankfully, he did not make her for he grabbed her ankle and pulled her toward the edge. Again the display of his power brought both the slightest edge of fear--a reminder that if he wished he could make her do many things--and the feeling of her need growing. She liked it when he did that. When he showed in some small effortless way that he was stronger then her. It frightened her, because she knew he used that power for death, but she was also ashamed to admit it did much, much more then frighten her. It made her wet. It made her need him more.
He pulled her legs apart, and for a brief second she thought back to the girl she once was, the one who could never have imagined being opened to a man's gaze like this, before his mouth took her and she forgot to think at all! She had tried to sit up but he had kept her down, so she laid there and felt his mouth on her. Her hand reached up to cover her face, as she tried not to think about who was doing this too her, and just feel. Her other hand reached down, and fisted into his locks as she held him to her. Her breathing, and the sounds of his sucking, were the only sounds in the room and they felt too loud. When he did something just right she gasped, and moaned under his lips.
She didn't even know his name! It was something she was becoming more and more aware of. The nameless man that had control of her body was making her feel more in this one night then she'd felt since her father died. Since her son had died. She didn't want to think about the last time she'd felt joy, and instead blinked back the tears as she felt herself growing close. "So close!" She told him, wanting him to push her over the invisible edge!