The king led her out of the room and to the bath. With gentle and loving hands he bathed her. The cool water refreshed her and soothed the many stripes that she wore. After drying her, he applied a soft scented oil that soothed her skin once it was applied.
Their walk down to breakfast was silent. She had wrapped her arm within his and held her head on his shoulder. She gently sat down on the chair he pulled out for her then tilted her head slightly as he kissed her neck before sitting next to her.
As the warm days continued, the king and queen would go for walks through the garden, rides across the fields and make refreshing visits to the waterfall. They enjoyed every second of their time away from their many duties and responsibilities. Even when they walked through the garden in silence they were content with just being in the presence of one another. There may have been no words passed from one to the other, but the gentle touches, the love, passion and desire that was seen through their eyes filled each others minds with words of affirmation.
The queen laid in the bed with her back to the king.
"Your stripes and marks are fading my love." He said as he was rubbing his hand down her back as if he was admiring fine china. The king loved feeling her skin, he would take advantage of every opportunity to feel her body. His hands would travel over every rise and fall, every line and crease. Touching each part of her body as if he were discovering it for the first time.
"They are not fading," she said as she turned over to face him. "I am absorbing them. Each stripe, every mark and all of the hand prints prove to me how much you love me. Why would I allow that to fade? I take them in, they become woven into my life so that when I feel like I should not be loved, I feel your love in me. Each time I feel alone when you are away, I can reach deep inside and feel your strong hand change from a hand print on my skin into a comforting hand on my shoulder. They are not fading love, they are becoming a part of me."
She turned back over and he wrapped his hands around her tummy and pulled her to him. He felt her arch her back and present her wet lips to him, inviting him into her. He fully entered her and began to feel her gyrate her hips gently into his body. Unable to control himself, he filled her with his seed. She reached back with her hand and patted his thigh, then grabbed his hand that was on her tummy and hugged it under her chin.
"Goodnight my king." She said as she kissed the tips of his fingers.
"I did not mean to cum so quickly!" He said apologetically. "How can I help you? How can I please you my queen?"
"You have my love." Was all she said.
"But I came too quickly, I should not have done that!" He muttered shamefully.
"I am going to say this, then I will go to sleep. If you decide to beat yourself up for cumming so quickly then get out of the bed and go do it some other place. I do not want you to have an issue with your ego while we are in bed."
Even though it was pitch black, he could feel her eyes peering into his.
"I cannot tell you how much it pleases me that you came so quickly. It proves to me that I can still seduce you. I took from you what I wanted and when I wanted it. That, is my pleasure. I was able to turn you on so quickly and so much that you actually lost control. How could I not be pleased? It is true that actions speak louder than words. You could have told me that I still turn you on, or that I excite you. But, instead, you showed me without even realizing what you were doing. I can tell by the way your body has relaxed and nestled into mine that you believe me. So, good night my king, I love you."
"Good night my queen. I love you too." Was all he could say.
The way she seduced him put a smile on his face as he began to fall asleep. He knew he would meet up with his queen again in his dreams. Feeling her wetness on him as he was still in her and her tight grip as she held his hand comforted him and reaffirmed that she really was pleased.
After breakfast the next morning they sat out on their shaded balcony drinking coffee.
"You know, I am tempted to take you inside and finish what we started last night." Said the king as he looked at her over his coffee cup.
The queen lowered her cup from her lips and sat it on the saucer that she held in her other hand. She did not look at him but kept her eyes facing forward looking at the distant hills. After another sip of her coffee, she placed her saucer and cup on her lap. As she spoke, the king realized that she was a commanding force that knew exactly what she wanted. He felt a slight jump in his tummy as he could see her form her words on her lips.
"Finish what we started last night. Hmmm. I believe that I have a fantastic memory. I do not remember anything being left unfinished last night."
"Well, you know, everything happened so quickly and I came so quickly, and then we both went to sleep without you..."
She cut him off by turning her head and looking at him with a raised eyebrow.
"So I am a liar now? I tell you that I am satisfied and you do not believe me? Or is it that you think I can only be satisfied and pleased in the way you approve?"
She turned her head forward once again and lifted her cup to her lips.
"No my queen! Not at all! I know that you are not a liar and I know that you can be pleased in many ways." The king said as he reached for the coffee pot to pour more coffee into his cup. He did not need a warm up or a refill. He just needed to do something to fill the deafening silence that filled the air.
"You claim you know so much, so so much, and yet you still question me." She said between sips.
Oh how the king loved this woman. Her command, her submissiveness, her control, her gentleness, her entire demeanor, all of those characteristics stoked the burning fire within him. He knew she was in control of the entire conversation. It would not matter if he said something as harmless as 'The sky is very pretty today'. Her reply would be bratty and commanding. Such as: 'I was so much enjoying looking at the rolling hills, the greenery and the sparkling lake but now I have to take away from my own pleasure so that I can look at the sky simply because you believe you know what would truly please me.'
He knew better than to say anything at this point, so he sat and drank his coffee. However, it did not matter that she was controlling the conversation, and the morning, he still kept his eyes on her and did not back down with his gaze. Yes, the scenery was beautiful and he would love to look at it, but, her strength pulled all of his attention to her. So he sat there, drank his coffee and looked at her in the light of the rising sun. He loved this woman with a fiery passion. He knew she was being feisty and yes, even a little bratty. But, he loved the challenges she sat before him.
"Did I not please you last night my king? Were you not satisfied with my body? Was I not good enough last night that you think we need to do more so there can be some satisfaction?" She asked as she put her cup down and stood.
"You did please me my queen. But it is I that felt like I did not please you. I feel selfish that I climaxed so quickly." Said the king as he stood and reached for her hand.
She took his hand and turned to him. "You have no idea at how satisfied I was last night. To cause you to cum so quickly with just a little movement. You made me feel so wanted. So sexy. So desirable." She led him back inside then continued talking.
"I did not see you as selfish last night, nor do I see you as selfish right now. But I do see that you need some clarification."
She had led him behind the tapestry and was unlocking the door as she spoke. The king did not say a word but listened and followed her inside. She turned and locked the door then faced him. "Leave all of your clothes in a heap where you stand then come to me." She said then walked past the king.
He did as he was told.
She waited by a short padded bench with her hands on her hips. He walked over and kneeled on the bench without being told. The swat from the crop cracked the air like the sound of lightening during a spring storm. The stinging pain caused him to jump up and hold his hand on the back of his throbbing right thigh.
"Did I tell you to kneel?" She said as the crop landed on the front of his left thigh.
"No! My queen." He managed to say between clenched teeth.
He felt himself drawing in deep and quick breaths. His head bowed and he noticed that he was already hard and had a twinkle of wetness on his head.
"And now you feel that you can stand whenever you like?" The barrage of swats on his cheeks reminded him that he belonged to his queen. She was going to do whatever she wanted with him and he had no choice.
"Kneel."
She said it in a breathy way that broke the word into two syllables. "Kneeeee-ulllll."
As he knelt back down, he could feel his shaft throbbing and jumping due to the seductive energy his queen was emitting.
Her energy switched from being felt in the air to the swats she landed to the bottom of his feet. Her crop landed from one foot to the other. Giving off delicious little snapping sounds as the leather tongued keeper connected with the arches and balls of his feet. He flinched and lurched forward but did not raise his knees from the bench.
She put her hand on his back between his shoulder blades and pushed him forward.
As the lock clicked into place she stepped back and smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Her king was exactly how she wanted him. Bound, exposed and hers to do with as she pleased.
Her toy.
