frustrated.
She was staring out at the water. It still held a deep fascination for her. After all, she'd only seen it from a distance in the past. Now it was close enough to touch. The undulating waves were soothing her wearied mind.
A hand caressed the skin below her collar. She stiffened, but did not turn. She did not need to. She knew it was him.
"Come little one."
She gritted her teeth and followed him to their cabin. No, it was his cabin. Everything she'd had was lost, save for a handful of jewels. And her pride. She must maintain that if nothing else.
Kalila stood in the center of the room and waited to see what torment he had in store for her today. She did not have to wait long. Malcolm stood in front of her, brushing her hair gently back from her face.
He was holding a bottle of her favorite perfumed oil. Aluna must have packed it.
"What is this Mal-colm?"
"I want you to disrobe and lie on the bed. I will massage you."
She swallowed nervously.
"Don't worry. I won't force my attentions on you. I just see no reason to stop this particular part of your routine. You knew I was watching that day didn't you?"
She shook her head wildly.
"Please do not do this Mal-colm."
"Ah, you should call me Master. Don't you remember my little Lila? I remember it well. I wanted to touch you so badly that day. You once held the power over me, now I hold it over you,"
Her breathing was already ragged as she stared at the floor. This was his revenge for the little game she'd played with him at the Palace. She had known he was watching. But this was different. This time he would be touching.
"Now Lila."
He crossed the room to the table and chairs and sat, an expectant look on his face.
She cursed and he chuckled. She lifted her chin defiantly but did as he said, her fingers going to the laces on her shoulders and sides. She loosened them quickly, stealing a glance at Malcolm. He looked almost bored. She turned away and shrugged out of her dress.
"The rest."
She glared at him over her shoulder and shimmied out of her thin silk underthings. Then she crawled onto the bed.
"Wait. Turn for me. Let me look at you."
Kalila froze.
"Please do not shame me this way."
He was on his feet and across the room in an instant. He turned her to face him and lifted her chin. His gaze was full of wonder, not contempt as she had feared.
"There is no shame in such beauty little one."
**********
Malcolm stared down at the lush beauty trembling before him. He was swiftly coming to the realization that he had made a gross miscalculation in his strength of willpower. He'd promised himself he would not force her to his bed, rather he would ease her into it.
He respected the Princess in many ways, but he would not let that interfere with his all consuming desire for her. She desired him as well he knew. And now she was his responsibility, his to protect and care for. There was only one possible outcome: she would be his in every way. But it was important that she ask for him to take her finally. It would assuage the tiny niggling sliver of guilt that was was hovering in the back of his mind.
He might drive himself mad in the meantime.
"Get on the
She was staring out at the water. It still held a deep fascination for her. After all, she'd only seen it from a distance in the past. Now it was close enough to touch. The undulating waves were soothing her wearied mind.
A hand caressed the skin below her collar. She stiffened, but did not turn. She did not need to. She knew it was him.
"Come little one."
She gritted her teeth and followed him to their cabin. No, it was his cabin. Everything she'd had was lost, save for a handful of jewels. And her pride. She must maintain that if nothing else.
Kalila stood in the center of the room and waited to see what torment he had in store for her today. She did not have to wait long. Malcolm stood in front of her, brushing her hair gently back from her face.
He was holding a bottle of her favorite perfumed oil. Aluna must have packed it.
"What is this Mal-colm?"
"I want you to disrobe and lie on the bed. I will massage you."
She swallowed nervously.
"Don't worry. I won't force my attentions on you. I just see no reason to stop this particular part of your routine. You knew I was watching that day didn't you?"
She shook her head wildly.
"Please do not do this Mal-colm."
"Ah, you should call me Master. Don't you remember my little Lila? I remember it well. I wanted to touch you so badly that day. You once held the power over me, now I hold it over you,"
Her breathing was already ragged as she stared at the floor. This was his revenge for the little game she'd played with him at the Palace. She had known he was watching. But this was different. This time he would be touching.
"Now Lila."
He crossed the room to the table and chairs and sat, an expectant look on his face.
She cursed and he chuckled. She lifted her chin defiantly but did as he said, her fingers going to the laces on her shoulders and sides. She loosened them quickly, stealing a glance at Malcolm. He looked almost bored. She turned away and shrugged out of her dress.
"The rest."
She glared at him over her shoulder and shimmied out of her thin silk underthings. Then she crawled onto the bed.
"Wait. Turn for me. Let me look at you."
Kalila froze.
"Please do not shame me this way."
He was on his feet and across the room in an instant. He turned her to face him and lifted her chin. His gaze was full of wonder, not contempt as she had feared.
"There is no shame in such beauty little one."
**********
Malcolm stared down at the lush beauty trembling before him. He was swiftly coming to the realization that he had made a gross miscalculation in his strength of willpower. He'd promised himself he would not force her to his bed, rather he would ease her into it.
He respected the Princess in many ways, but he would not let that interfere with his all consuming desire for her. She desired him as well he knew. And now she was his responsibility, his to protect and care for. There was only one possible outcome: she would be his in every way. But it was important that she ask for him to take her finally. It would assuage the tiny niggling sliver of guilt that was was hovering in the back of his mind.
He might drive himself mad in the meantime.
"Get on the
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