She had belonged to him for as long as she could remember. At first, when they were children, she had just been a playmate kept for days other friends weren't around, when the governess was too hungover to do anything more than sit in silence and let Violet's presence keep him out of trouble as they chased each other around the gardens. She was an extra servant and little shadow to the housekeeper when he was off riding or hunting things or whatever else was deemed inappropriate for her company. But things changed as they grew and by then she knew better than to argue against the first clumsy explorations when they came, the hands nervous and careful at first until he realised that it was his right. Expected.
By now, there was no surprise to being woken at three in the morning by rough, demanding hands between her legs and the scratch of the start of a beard he could never quite keep on top of shaving when the kisses found her neck in the dark of her dorm. The teenage fumbling had long since been replaced by a talent for making her legs shake and her back arch in a way she was sure would make her numbingly jealous when she had to give up half of her share of the attention to his new wife in six weeks and three days. One summer. That was all that was left before she was demoted to The Mistress. The training wheels were almost off.
The train left the school at exactly ten minutes to eleven for the last time. The last time for them, at least, now that Henry had graduated and her time of free classes were up whenever she wasn't wanted, both eighteen in the first month of the year there and returning for one last summer of doing whatever they (he, at least) wanted. Right now, she was in her usual spot sideways across his lap in the compartment as it rattled on through the countryside with the blind on the door pulled closed and his hand snaking up her skirt to rub against the soft skin of her inner thigh, his blonde waves in her face as his lips dipped to gaze the spot below her ear working down towards her collarbones. Today was a good day. He wasn't always anything that could be described as gentle, especially now the wedding to his betrothed was coming up and the stress was seeping in, but still, she didn't like to make things easy for him. She'd never been a fan on being just something to be used to burn energy.
Her legs parted reluctantly to let him in and let a soft sigh from her lips, turning her head away from his kiss when it came, his hand taking her face to turn it back towards him and force her to accept it as his fingers hooked through her panties to push them aside and rub against the pooling wetness between her legs. "Stop fighting me. You know how this ends. Behave." the voice was dangerously low and rough and right by her ear, his thumb pressing into her just a little and then swirling the moisture up to her clit. Her teeth sank into her lip to muffle a moan.
"Until the end of your eighteenth year. That was the deal. That ended months ago. You know what you're doing enough to have plenty of stupid royal babies with your stupid Princess wife and not embarrass yourself too much. Stop it." she grumbled, pushing his hand away unsuccessfully as his fingertips flickered over the oversensitive little bud again and her hips jumped in response.
"That's what all of this sulking is about? The kitten is jealous?" Henry teased in his usual self-satisfied tone, his thick fingers pushing into her making her give a slow groan and sink back against his arm in annoyance. "And she's a dutchess, actually." he added.
She'd have punched him if she didn't know she'd be locked in her room for the rest of the summer as punishment and distraction was all that would get her up to the wedding without totally losing it. "Same difference." she snapped.
"Shush, kitten. Relax or I'll throw you over my knee and make sure you can't sit comfortably for a week. It won't bother me too much. I can enjoy you from any side." he shrugged. She scowled, leaning her cheek back against his chest with a hand wrapped around his shirt as his continued to slide slowly in and out of her, his thumb working her clit. God, it was good. She hated the way she knew just where to press deep inside her to make her totally lose it.
"Come on. You know the drill." he muttered, his voice in her ear again.
She grumbled at the distraction from her pleasure, her fingers starting to unfasten the buttons of her shirt to expose the creamy skin of her breasts and the raspberry blush of her nipples.
"Good girl." he smirked.
