A Fairy Tale for Big Girls – 7. chapter

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He woke when she sat up on the bed. He blinked a few more times against the light from the window and saw her examining the bracelet.

“Good morning,” he said.

She said nothing. When he tried to stroke her back, she pulled away. He sighed and got up. He managed to get fully dressed, but she still did not move at all. Slowly he crossed to her. She did not look at him when he crouched by her feet. He stroked her calves, watched her for a moment, then spoke.

“Little one, I simply don’t want you to leave me. I want you here, with me. But since you aren’t even trying a little to help me make this something you might want as well, you leave me no other choice.”

At last she looked at him. She was quiet a moment, then said sadly.

“Not even kings can have everything.”

There was such a strange tone in her voice that for a moment he wasn’t sure whether she meant him.

He nodded.

“Get dressed.”

He reached for the chain and released it from the bracelet. She obeyed without resistance.

They went downstairs. Lili moved automatically toward the women’s table.

“Lili.”

Mark’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She turned to him. He looked at her sternly and motioned with his hand toward his own table.

“Oh,” she whispered, and returned to sit beside him. She adjusted her dress so the bracelet could not be seen. She took a piece of bread and began worrying it between her fingers. Martin glanced from her to Mark and decided breakfast would be silent. He was right. Not a word was spoken.

When Mark and Lili returned to the chamber, Mark fastened the chain back to her bracelet. He handed her a cup of wine and was not surprised when she did not even look at him. She gave him a look only when he sat at his table.

“Aren’t you leaving?”

“No. Today I’m staying with you.”

“Why? Are you afraid I will run?”

She lifted her leg and rattled the chain.

“Little one, don’t provoke me,” he said, his voice a warning. “The fact that I may favor you a little does not mean you can take liberties. Behave toward me as is proper toward a king!”

“You favor me?! Is this what favor looks like? Your Majesty?”

She lifted the leg with the bracelet again.

“All right, that’s enough,” he said calmly.

He stood and went to the bed. When she saw him, she tried to move as far away from him as she could, but the chain on her leg stopped her. Once she had nowhere farther to move, he stopped and watched her for a moment. There was no uncontrolled anger in his face. Rather the opposite, calm and certainty. She watched him remove his shirt, then reach for his belt. She understood what he was about to do. She met his gaze with hostility, clenched her jaw, and pushed her chin forward.

“Help yourself!”

Before she could snap back with anything else, he seized her and forced her to her feet. He tore the dress off her in a flash, sat at the edge of the bed, and waited for the next hostile look. It came at once.

He grabbed her again, and as he pressed her resisting body belly down across his spread knees, he twisted her arms behind her back. With his left hand, he held both wrists firmly against her back so she could not slip free. When she tried to push away with her legs, he spread his knees wider, leaving her in a position where her head was held in the air and her legs hung freely. She gave a defeated sigh and stopped moving. But her heart was pounding almost insanely. She did not hear him draw his arm back, but she expected it.

“I apologize,” she whimpered.

Mark realized what was running through her head. And he smiled so she could hear it.

As he wet his fingers with saliva, she whispered.

“I’m sorry.”

With a satisfied smile, he slid his hand between her legs and rested one finger on her most sensitive place.

“And what exactly does that mean?” he asked.

He began to stroke it gently and held her when she jolted.

“I should not have been insolent.”

He said nothing and kept stroking her.

“I went too far,” she continued. Not seeing his face unnerved her, and she could not judge his mood. What did what he was doing now mean? Was he preparing her for a beating, or had the apology been enough? Despite her fear, she was getting wet. He could not fail to notice, and it played beautifully into his hands.

His voice gave nothing of his mood away.

“And what do you intend to do about it?”

He pressed a little more firmly and quickened the stimulation.

“I will try…” she could not hold back a moan, “…not to do it again.”

He slipped a finger inside her. Smoothly, gently, without warning.

He savored her aroused cry and kept her from arching her back.

“You will try? Is that enough?”

“Mark,” she breathed.

He withdrew his finger and shoved it sharply back in.

“I am still listening to you, little one,” he said in a completely calm voice, over her loud, almost sobbing sound.

“I will…” She could not get the whole sentence out before he added a second finger.

“Mm?” He did not want to let her enjoy this. He was forcing her to talk and think, and he knew exactly how much harder that would become for her, under his fingers, with every passing second.

“I will… I don’t know… What to say,” she began to whimper, struggling harder.

“I have to punish you for improper behavior, after all. Or don’t I?” he said, trying to hide the arousal in his voice.

“I’m sorry,” she breathed, and stopped resisting. He knew her mind had given up. She no longer spoke, only breathed aloud. He pushed his fingers into her more firmly and enjoyed her increasingly noticeable moans. When she began to whisper his name, he let her go.

She whimpered in disappointment.

He lowered her, pliant and yielding now, to her knees between his legs. He opened his trousers and pulled out his hard dick. She seemed not to understand what he wanted.

“Open your mouth,” he whispered.

When she obeyed, he grabbed her by the hair and drew her head into his lap. He did not know how she would react, but when he pushed his dick into her mouth, she did not resist. On the contrary, she began working him with her lips and tongue. Just before he came, he tightened his grip in her hair so she could not pull away. She tried, but gave up at once, and finished what he wanted.

He recovered a few seconds later and looked at her. She stared up at him with wide eyes, and when their gazes met, she dropped her eyes in embarrassment and blushed.

He smiled in amusement, drew her up by the hair gently, laid her on her back, and spread her legs. She gave a satisfied little moan when he pushed his fingers into her. After a little while, she let her eyes fall half closed and stopped resisting altogether. Quite the opposite, she moved to meet his fingers. He continued willingly. This way, it would truly be easy to teach her that obedience would bring her pleasure. He savored her orgasm with a satisfied smile. He liked that feeling of victory over both her reason and her body.