A Fairy Tale for Big Girls – 23. chapter
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Mark sprang to his feet and a second later rushed toward them both. Halfway across the hall he became absolutely certain that he was truly looking at Lili. He stopped and tried to calm his heart with slow breathing. He managed only a little, then slowly started forward again.
“I have brought you your property, Your Majesty,” the peasant fawned in a sickly sweet voice. “She has an anklet on her leg! Tried to cover it with a rag, but she can’t fool me…”
Mark did not take in the words. He focused only on Lili as he walked toward her. She held her shoulders straight and her chin lifted with noble poise. It pricked at his possessive and domineering urges. She should have been humbly begging for mercy, not acting like a goddess!
He stopped just before her. The peasant gestured wildly, babbling about reward and being weighed in gold. Mark still did not listen, only realized that the voice was irritating him. He raised a hand and silence finally fell.
Lili looked at him without moving, her gaze steady and level. He felt her surrender to the situation, but also her inner resistance. If he had been unsure for a moment whether he wanted to hold her or punish her, her stubborn defiance helped him decide. He clenched his teeth and his fists. She noticed and did not look away.
He looked her over with a searching gaze. The village clothes, which he did not recognize, were clean. Her hair was tied into a neat ponytail. No dirt on her face. No injuries or bruises.
“Did he hurt you?” he asked in a colorless voice.
“No,” came the quiet answer.
He held her gaze a moment longer, then caught her by the wrist and pulled her away.
“Pay him,” he said to Martin as they passed, and without stopping he led Lili to the chamber.
He stood her by the bed, bent for the chain, and lifted her skirt. There was a bloody scrape on her calf. He froze and pierced her with his gaze.
“So he didn’t do anything to you?!” he snarled.
“It wasn’t him,” she said, then added when he did not respond, “A fight in a tavern.”
Mark’s blood clenched when he imagined her in danger. He fastened the chain to the anklet and stood.
For a moment he tried to calm down, then looked at her again.
“Ten days,” he began harshly. “Ten days you let me suffer.”
She looked away without a word.
“Much less than that would have been enough for that foolish game of yours to stop amusing me.”
He made a point of making her afraid, and it was impossible not to see how well he was succeeding.
“I’m sure you know what awaits you. I enjoy tormenting you in the way you hate, and that brings me pleasure.”
She shifted nervously.
“I’ll shove my dick into your ass, hard and all the way, not like last time,” he ground out. “And I’ll fuck you until I come to the sound of you begging for mercy.”
He emphasized every crude word on purpose, with a vengeful tone, watching the revulsion on her face. He gave her time to imagine what he had just said, then asked viciously,
“Can you take it ten times?”
Lili went sharply pale but said nothing.
“How much can you endure? Two, three days?” he went on with the threats. “Then you’ll tell me anything just to finally make me stop.”
She swallowed hard.
“Sooner or later, you’ll give up,” he softened his tone. “Shorten the path. I don’t have to do anything to you. I can even forgive the punishment for your escape. Just tell me what I want to know.”
“If you knew who I am, you’d do something foolish. And I can’t allow that,” she finally said quietly.
Astonishment appeared on his face, huge and unmistakable, then quickly began to turn into rage.
“You are unbelievable! Where does so much defiance come from in such a small body?!” he raged. “How long do you think you can endure the torments I will prepare for you?”
“Maybe I can bear more than it seems,” she whispered, uncertain but resolute.
He drew a breath. Lifted his chin and lowered his voice ominously.
“Really? How long can you stand naked in the courtyard?”
She flinched, gave him a frightened look for a moment, then lowered it to the ground. He stepped closer to her and went on.
“How many times will I have to rape you there before you break?”
She sobbed, squeezed her eyes shut, and trembled. Then she stared straight ahead, swallowed, and lifted her chin slightly. He waited. Only after a moment did he realize, with fascination, that she would say nothing. She sobbed, closed her eyes, and began to tremble. Then she looked straight ahead, swallowed, and lifted her chin slightly. He waited to see what she would say, and only after a moment did he realize, fascinated, that nothing was coming.
“Undress,” he ordered.
She obeyed silently, surrendered and without resistance.
He picked up the bottle of oil so she could see it.
“Beg,” he barked.
She fixed her gaze straight ahead again.
“It’s pointless,” she said quietly.
He stepped closer, grabbed her by the hair, and roughly forced his tongue into her mouth. She neither resisted nor cooperated.
He threw her onto the bed and immediately lay over her. He continued kissing her roughly, taking one breast in his hand. He released her mouth and watched as she turned her head away when his thumb brushed lightly over her nipple. She closed her eyes and stayed silent. He gave a rough grin.
“I don’t understand that stubbornness of yours. As if you didn’t know I can arouse you even when you don’t want it. In a moment, you’ll be whispering my name devotedly and gladly enduring anything I want.”
She opened her eyes and studied his angry face for a while.
“Why do you always try to make it easier for me?” Her voice was soft, not attacking. “Why do you always arouse me first before doing what you want? You could have it even without that.”
The brutality left his face, but he still shouted.
“Because I don’t want to hurt you!” There was helplessness in his voice. “I want you to obey me, love me, and be content! But I no longer know how to make that happen.”
She looked at him silently for a moment, then lifted herself and gently placed her lips on his.
For a second, he froze, but he could not resist her tenderness. He parted his lips and let her tongue in. She kissed him, and her small palm stroked his face. His heart started pounding, and he sighed.
She pulled back only after a moment. With quickened breath, he watched her gentle smile.
“You’re being kind to me for nothing,” he warned her. “I’ll do it to you anyway.”
She smiled even wider and returned to kissing him.
The last traces of surprise and the ability to think left him when she slid her hand beneath his shirt and stroked his chest. He lay back and drew her onto him without separating their lips.
He put his hand into her hair only out of habit. There was no need to hold her.
She did not resist, returning the soft kisses as much as the deep, passionate ones. She stayed even when he began to caress her breasts, and after a moment, her quick breathing joined his.
He spread her legs and lifted her so she sat astride his stomach. Only when he began to look her over did she falter. He saw that she was preparing to cover herself with her hands, so he quickly took her breasts in his palms.
“Don’t be ashamed. You’re beautiful,” he whispered, gently teasing her nipples.
It did not help. Lili flushed deeply.
“There’s light,” she murmured, displeased, trying to push his hands away.
He quickly wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back to his chest. He shifted her backside from his stomach into his lap, and as he pressed her against his hard dick, he willingly opened his mouth and let in her grateful tongue.
He knew he needed to arouse her more than himself, but he could not deny himself at least a moment of her. When she lifted shyly, he used it, quickly tugged his trousers down beneath her backside, and freed his hard dick. When he tightened his grip around her waist, she understood what he wanted to do and stopped kissing him. He watched her sharp breathing, the arousal and devotion in her eyes. He lowered her small body, settled her lightly onto himself, and slid into her ready heat.
