to do it again to her, but she was out of the bed and across the room in a flash, looking as if she would throw herself out the window if he so much as touched her again.
Piers decided it was best not to push her right now. But he didn’t want her to think that she could simply run away from him, either. He stood, and commanded that she come back into his open arms.
Amber did as she was ordered to, but he knew she didn’t want to, and that she didn’t quite trust him not to throw her down on the bed and either begin either punishing or pleasuring her again, or some combination of the two.
And she was right not to trust him. He was her lord and master, and he could do anything he liked with her, at any time.
But right now, he didn’t want to push her too far. Overall, besides the fact that she had shown up his entire hunting party, she had done very well. He crossed the room to a concealed panel in the wall, then brought her down a hidden staircase that ended up in the room she had been given.
Piers again indulged himself and put her to bed like a baby, tucking her in and noticing the dark circles under her eyes. She looked absolutely exhausted. First orgasms were apparently quite the ordeal. She was already asleep before he even turned to leave. He pealed back the thin blanket and observed the handiwork he’d created on her lovely seat, before turning to sneak back up the stairs while she slept soundly.
He embroidered a story about the slim boy poacher he’d sent on his way, making sure no one suspected exactly who that boy was, despite the fact that everyone knew it was Amber’s screams that issued from his room so closely after.
Amber might have wanted to have been terribly embarrassed about everyone in the keep hearing her being punished last night, but she didn’t have a chance to – she was much too busy.
Mrs. Tulane keep her going all morning with the weeding and the fertilizing and the harvesting and the drying of all the various herbs, to say nothing of the potions she concocted, which she was eager to learn, with a few she was dying to teach the old woman, but then she also liked to go into the nearby village and do anything she could to help the sick and ailing there, taking the least of the herbs to the people and distributing them in the Count’s name, which gained him much favor with them. When he rode by on that big black charger, instead of the grumbles and groans he heard from the other provinces through which he traveled, in the villages where Amber visited, they chanted his name, and the children followed him through the streets.
Mrs. Tulane came running to fetch her one afternoon, saying that the master wanted her to accompany him into the village, that he had a question for her. She followed after him on foot, until they were well away from the castle, and he leaned down and put her up in front of him.
“You look pensive today, Mademoiselle,” he said in his native tongue. “What are you thinking about?”
“I was wondering what you wanted to ask me,” she replied in perfectly accented French.
Piers was quiet for a moment, then said, “It seems I am a hero in some towns, a heel in others. I wondered if you had any idea why.”
“Why would I know, Sir?”
“Because you often know of unusual things, as you are an unusual lady, my flower.” They turned a corner and rode down a small hill, into a tiny but generally prosperous village, and were immediately swamped by children. Piers thought they were all coming to see him, but then he realized that they weren’t anywhere near as thrilled to see him as they were to see Amber.
He allowed her to slip down, and she disappeared into a sea of grubby hands and smiling but generally toothless and somewhat grimey faces. He pulled Tygan to a halt, and just listened to her talking to them. She was as straightforward and no nonsense with them as she was with everyone else.
“Timmy, how goes your finger? Has it fallen off yet? Let me see
Piers decided it was best not to push her right now. But he didn’t want her to think that she could simply run away from him, either. He stood, and commanded that she come back into his open arms.
Amber did as she was ordered to, but he knew she didn’t want to, and that she didn’t quite trust him not to throw her down on the bed and either begin either punishing or pleasuring her again, or some combination of the two.
And she was right not to trust him. He was her lord and master, and he could do anything he liked with her, at any time.
But right now, he didn’t want to push her too far. Overall, besides the fact that she had shown up his entire hunting party, she had done very well. He crossed the room to a concealed panel in the wall, then brought her down a hidden staircase that ended up in the room she had been given.
Piers again indulged himself and put her to bed like a baby, tucking her in and noticing the dark circles under her eyes. She looked absolutely exhausted. First orgasms were apparently quite the ordeal. She was already asleep before he even turned to leave. He pealed back the thin blanket and observed the handiwork he’d created on her lovely seat, before turning to sneak back up the stairs while she slept soundly.
He embroidered a story about the slim boy poacher he’d sent on his way, making sure no one suspected exactly who that boy was, despite the fact that everyone knew it was Amber’s screams that issued from his room so closely after.
Amber might have wanted to have been terribly embarrassed about everyone in the keep hearing her being punished last night, but she didn’t have a chance to – she was much too busy.
Mrs. Tulane keep her going all morning with the weeding and the fertilizing and the harvesting and the drying of all the various herbs, to say nothing of the potions she concocted, which she was eager to learn, with a few she was dying to teach the old woman, but then she also liked to go into the nearby village and do anything she could to help the sick and ailing there, taking the least of the herbs to the people and distributing them in the Count’s name, which gained him much favor with them. When he rode by on that big black charger, instead of the grumbles and groans he heard from the other provinces through which he traveled, in the villages where Amber visited, they chanted his name, and the children followed him through the streets.
Mrs. Tulane came running to fetch her one afternoon, saying that the master wanted her to accompany him into the village, that he had a question for her. She followed after him on foot, until they were well away from the castle, and he leaned down and put her up in front of him.
“You look pensive today, Mademoiselle,” he said in his native tongue. “What are you thinking about?”
“I was wondering what you wanted to ask me,” she replied in perfectly accented French.
Piers was quiet for a moment, then said, “It seems I am a hero in some towns, a heel in others. I wondered if you had any idea why.”
“Why would I know, Sir?”
“Because you often know of unusual things, as you are an unusual lady, my flower.” They turned a corner and rode down a small hill, into a tiny but generally prosperous village, and were immediately swamped by children. Piers thought they were all coming to see him, but then he realized that they weren’t anywhere near as thrilled to see him as they were to see Amber.
He allowed her to slip down, and she disappeared into a sea of grubby hands and smiling but generally toothless and somewhat grimey faces. He pulled Tygan to a halt, and just listened to her talking to them. She was as straightforward and no nonsense with them as she was with everyone else.
“Timmy, how goes your finger? Has it fallen off yet? Let me see
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