Marguerite awoke the following morning with the unfamiliar feeling of someone else in her bed. Since ascending the throne, she had banished all bed-warmers and sleeping companions from her quarters to enjoy the solitude denied her under the Regency Council. It took a moment to realize it was Jacqueline cuddled against her. The servant, dressed in her shift, was spooning the Queen from behind. As Jacqueline's hand brushed over Marguerite's nipple, she realized she was naked.
Memories of the previous night, of being pushed against the stone wall next to the door and forced to cry out for her footmen's seed came crashing back to her.
What was I thinking? What was she thinking? Where did she learn to talk like that, and how did she even get those ideas in her head?
She wasn't sure how she felt about Jacqueline sharing her bed. She still wasn't comfortable with others in her private space, but couldn't begrudge her friend sleeping there after the late hours and extreme services she had demanded of late.
Marguerite felt Jacqueline awaken when the servant's hand tightened around the royal breast. "Good morning, Marguerite." The Lady-In-Waiting pulled Marguerite's naked body against herself and held her by the tit. "I wish we could lie like this all morning, but I suppose we have to get on with our days. There is much to do and little time to do it."
"Yes, first I have a meeting with the Archbishop and then with Prince Gailen to begin our 'courtship.' We also have to question the cook about the mug of semen that was served with my lunch yesterday." Marguerite flushed in embarrassment at the prospect of having that conversation. "Are you able to ask him about that?"
"I would Marguerite, but I have to leave early this morning to talk with the Duchess of Thiems about getting her husband's support for the campaign against Tinnis and later against Hoehn. I've developed a 'relationship' with her I think I can use to sway her to our side." Jacqueline sat up in the bed, pulling the blanket off Marguerite, exposing her flesh. "Before that though, I have to meet with Lord Stephan to better understand the military requirements we'll need from Thiems."
The Queen closed her eyes, heart sinking at the prospect of speaking to the cook personally.
Hopefully, he won't know what was in it,
she tried to assure herself unconvincingly. "You've been spending a lot of time with Stephan. Are you developing feelings for him, Jacqueline?"
Jacqueline was silent and flushed red before answering. "He is a very handsome and chivalrous man, but is too far above me in rank for a marriage to be possible."
"Ordinarily, that would be so, Jacqueline, but these are extraordinary times. You are rendering special services to the Crown, and it is important for the dynasty to propagate. I'm already pursuing a foreign alliance with Floreze, so securing a good match for Stephan isn't as important. You've also been establishing close ties with the Duke of Buiscard and his faction, so tying you to Stephan would shore up support among the nobles."
"Would that truly be possible, Marguerite? I'll admit I hoped for such a thing, no matter how remote a possibility it seemed. It's still early, of course, and while Stephan has shown affection for me, we haven't discussed anything further. Our behavior has been completely appropriate," Jacqueline said, ignoring that she was lying in bed spooning the naked Queen she had dominated the night before.
Marguerite smiled. "It would be after we get through the current crisis with Hoehn. Assuming we do." The Queen sat up and got out of bed. "Now, let's get ready for the day, hmm?" The pair left the Queen's bed chamber and entered the bath, slipping into the warm water after Marguerite helped Jacqueline out of her shift.
As they washed each other Jacqueline broke the silence. "We need to talk about last night, Marguerite."
Marguerite stiffened at the sudden pronouncement. "What do you mean?"
"For a long time, I've helped you 'relax.' But I realize now your needs go far deeper than I suspected. It's not enough to bring you to climax once in a while, is it? If it were, you wouldn't feel compelled to go to the Silver Belle and engage in the risky behaviors which have landed you in your current predicament."
"A-ah!" Marguerite cried as Jacqueline stroked the washcloth between her legs and rubbed the Queen's slit. A light tremor ran through her, and she breathed faster as she leaned back against her servant's wet body.
"A little spanking, some harsh words, and a hand on your clit isn't enough, is it? You need someone to dominate and control you, don't you, Marguerite?" Jacqueline moved one hand to the Queen's breast and gave it a light slap as the other dropped the rag into the tub so her slender fingers could manipulate Marguerite's nub directly. "But you can't rely on anonymous partners at a public sex club. You need someone you can trust not to reveal your secrets."
"Yes! Yes, Jacqueline!" Marguerite moaned hotly and arched her back, thrusting her hips out to grind herself against her Lady-In-Waiting's hand. She reached back, grasping Jacqueline's hips to hold her as she rocked herself, rubbing her ass between the servant's thighs while pushing her slit into Jacqueline's fingers.
"I think we both know it has to be me, Marguerite. I'm the only one you can trust to dominate you safely while still giving you what you crave." Jacqueline pushed two fingers inside Marguerite and thrust them in and out. "Say it, pet."
"It must be you, Jacqueline! I need someone to dominate me, and it has to be you! Mmm!" Marguerite shuddered in delight at the shameful admission. "Please dominate me! Give me what I need, please!"
Jacqueline smirked and pulled her fingers from Marguerite, and spun her around. "I will, but there are going to be a few changes. First, when we're alone, we're no longer Queen and Lady-In-Waiting. You'll call me Domina, I will call you...whatever I feel like." Jacqueline chuckled and squeezed Marguerite's tit. "Understood?"
Marguerite groaned in humiliated arousal at submitting herself to her servant.
She's right; I require someone I can trust to do this to me. I can't return to the Silver Belle after the blackmail is resolved. It's too dangerous!
"Mmm!"
And I want to agree so much!
"Yes, Domina!"
