Indiscretion(31)

“Your majesty, we’ve caught you a right pretty bird.” Lord Percy called out, indicating the buxom lass on his lap. My answer was a dismissive smile as I made arrangements for her meal to be sent up.

I was offered any manner of delights as I sat down to my meal, all of which I denied amidst pouts from the lasses and ribaldry from my courtiers.

I engaged in conversation, but my mind was up the stairs with her. What was it that plagued her I wonder? Had her sire gotten to her? If he’d said anything to upset her I’ll have his bloody head.

“So your majesty, a little birdie told me that the delightful lady Georgina is with child.” Percy the ass sniggered next to me. The words had no real affect. She wouldn’t be the first to bear my child, but she was of noble birth, which may cause a stir if her sire chose to make a ruckus. But I knew something my dear friend didn’t and wasn’t about to share. Whatever she was, she was still a lady of my court.

“You don’t say. I wonder which lucky young knave she’s caught in her web.” Make of that what you will. I listened diligently for any word of my dalliance with Cecile, but it appeared our luck had held thus far.

I didn’t fool myself that things could go on thus much longer. Already I was sure her maids and my man were aware of the situation and Nicholas that ass had made some cryptic remark before leaving court that led me to believe he suspected.

I stayed below stairs for as long as it took for my companions to become sotted before making my way up the stairs. I’d arranged it so that my lady and I had adjoining rooms of course, and our servants had their own quarters. My guards were stationed at the bottom of the stairs and out of the way.

She was fast asleep on the feather bed when I walked in in the dark. The only light was the flame from the fire grate. Walking to the bed, I stood over her sleeping form. This was one of my favorite times, watching her when she was like this.

“So innocent.” Even with all I’d done to her in my bed or hers, she still bore that air of innocence that was so endearing. How could I ever give her up? How could I let some other man have her? “Never!”

“Julian.” She whispered my name in her sleep and I begun to smile until I saw the tear that escaped the corner of her eye and rolled down her cheek. What is this?

I hurriedly got out of my garments and climbed into bed with her. “Sweetheart, open your eyes.” I brushed the hair back from her face and kissed the tear from her cheek.

Her eyes fluttered open. “Won’t you tell me what hurts you?” She shook her head. “Then why do you call out for me in your sleep with tears in your eyes?” She hiccupped and buried her face in my neck.

I felt an unknown fear creep into my gut and pushed it aside. “I command you to tell me what is wrong.” She opened her mouth to tell me more of the same but I was beyond that.

“This is your king speaking, not your lover. Now tell me.”

“I’m just feeling a bit melancholy my lord. It’s nothing.” I knew she was keeping something from me but the pleading look in her eyes held me back from pushing, though I made a silent vow to get to the truth of it before long.

I let her have her way for now and just loosened the ribbon at her throat, pushing the soft silk of her nightdress aside. I kissed the place between her titties and taking her hand, led it to my painfully throbbing cock. If I couldn’t get her to open to me one way, maybe this will take some of the sadness from her eyes.

I licked her flesh before taking her plump nipple between my teeth. Her hand’s movements sped up on my rod and my little wanton lifted one of her knees and opened her legs in invitation. I swallowed her cries of need and teased her cunny lips with my fingertips but did not go in.

I made her beg me, my way of punishing her for not being truthful with me. I’m going to have to deal with that soon, but for now she was still too vulnerable for me to show her my wrath, or to deal with her in the way I deal with others.

The truth was, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Anyone else I would already have the truth, but with her, I shied away from my usual tactics, and I was afraid I knew why that was. It’s because she was the most precious thing in my kingdom. I’d turned into a sodding arse like Nicholas.

I pulled my cock from her warm hand and gave her my mouth the way she liked. Lifting her arse in my hands I brought her sweet smelling cunny to my face and danced my tongue into her slowly, drawing out her juices while she writhed and moaned, whatever had been bothering her, long forgotten.

I spent much time loving her with my tongue and fingers until my cock fair cried out for release. She drew me up her body with wild hands and I pushed her knees back to her ears and drove into her.