against hers, making her lean forward slightly. The movement made her body thrum with desire.
“I’m done,” she yelped, dropping her spoon before quickly adding, “my lord.”
He looked up from his papers, eyebrow raised at the half eaten bowl of oatmeal, but he shrugged and allowed her to scamper off his lap. He put his papers on the desk and took her hand. She didn’t pull away, but kept as much between them as possible. They walked in silence and when they entered the courtyard she pulled away from him, heading for the garden. He yanked her back, her body slammed against his. She looked up at him. He was watching her face, almost in question. She wasn’t sure what he wanted, but she grew increasingly uncomfortable under his gaze.
“How are you going to thank me?” he asked her flatly. She stood still, staring at him, but didn’t respond.
“Get on your knees,” he ordered and he looked around them as if weighing her options. “Your knees, Olivia,” he growled.
She slowly sank down in front of him. She tried to ignore the other people in the courtyard, but could feel them all staring at her and the spectacle she made. She waited for his next order.
“Kiss my boots.” Her eyes narrowed and at first he thought she would defy him.
She took an agonizing amount of time to bend over as if trying to convince herself to do it. She quickly pecked his boot and sat back up. He grunted his approval and walked away from her, leaving Olivia on her knees.
CHAPTER 10
He was already late for his first meeting of the day, but every fiber of his being wanted to run back to her, lift her up over his shoulder, and take her right back to bed. Having her sit in his lap had been an excruciating torture. Even though he’d just bedded her, his cock sprang to attention as soon as she touched him. He felt like a teenage boy, desperate to relieve the ache she caused him. Then, there was the way she looked up at him, on her knees in the courtyard. He debated whether to be even later and go jerk off in the bathroom or suck it up for the rest of the day.
Either way, he decided he was going to make her pay for the discomfort she caused him.
. . .
Olivia continued to kneel on the ground, stunned by his abrupt retreat. She stood up and went straight to the garden, eyes pointed to the ground, refusing to look around her. I need to get out of here , she thought, building up her determination. If she stayed she’d continue to get taken and humiliated. What would her father say? Would he reject her if she ended up pregnant? If she bore the enemy’s child? She had to find a way out. Olivia looked to the sun, trying to gauge the time, how much longer until the next guard change?
“Oh, Olivia,” called Mrs. Wellings. She was waving to her and marching across the yard, her extremely large bosoms flopping like wings with the effort. “There you are dear, I was wondering when you’d get here. I need to ask a favor.”
Olivia wasn’t in a very generous mood, but let the woman talk.
“My grandbaby is here, but I have an emergency in the kitchen. Will you watch him for a few hours?”
Olivia looked past the woman and saw a young boy, kicking stones a few yards away from them.
“Aren’t you worried that I would grab him and threaten to hurt him in exchange for letting me go?” Olivia spat at the woman.
Mrs. Wellings stared at her a moment. “No, that thought never occurred to me. You’re too kind and level headed to take your fears out on an innocent child.”
Olivia instantly felt the woman’s words like a slap to the face. She nodded, ashamed by her outburst.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’d be happy to watch him.”
Mrs. Wellings smiled and went to retrieve the small boy, bringing him over. “Thomas, this is Olivia, you’re going to help her in the garden for a while, okay?”
He nodded and
“I’m done,” she yelped, dropping her spoon before quickly adding, “my lord.”
He looked up from his papers, eyebrow raised at the half eaten bowl of oatmeal, but he shrugged and allowed her to scamper off his lap. He put his papers on the desk and took her hand. She didn’t pull away, but kept as much between them as possible. They walked in silence and when they entered the courtyard she pulled away from him, heading for the garden. He yanked her back, her body slammed against his. She looked up at him. He was watching her face, almost in question. She wasn’t sure what he wanted, but she grew increasingly uncomfortable under his gaze.
“How are you going to thank me?” he asked her flatly. She stood still, staring at him, but didn’t respond.
“Get on your knees,” he ordered and he looked around them as if weighing her options. “Your knees, Olivia,” he growled.
She slowly sank down in front of him. She tried to ignore the other people in the courtyard, but could feel them all staring at her and the spectacle she made. She waited for his next order.
“Kiss my boots.” Her eyes narrowed and at first he thought she would defy him.
She took an agonizing amount of time to bend over as if trying to convince herself to do it. She quickly pecked his boot and sat back up. He grunted his approval and walked away from her, leaving Olivia on her knees.
CHAPTER 10
He was already late for his first meeting of the day, but every fiber of his being wanted to run back to her, lift her up over his shoulder, and take her right back to bed. Having her sit in his lap had been an excruciating torture. Even though he’d just bedded her, his cock sprang to attention as soon as she touched him. He felt like a teenage boy, desperate to relieve the ache she caused him. Then, there was the way she looked up at him, on her knees in the courtyard. He debated whether to be even later and go jerk off in the bathroom or suck it up for the rest of the day.
Either way, he decided he was going to make her pay for the discomfort she caused him.
. . .
Olivia continued to kneel on the ground, stunned by his abrupt retreat. She stood up and went straight to the garden, eyes pointed to the ground, refusing to look around her. I need to get out of here , she thought, building up her determination. If she stayed she’d continue to get taken and humiliated. What would her father say? Would he reject her if she ended up pregnant? If she bore the enemy’s child? She had to find a way out. Olivia looked to the sun, trying to gauge the time, how much longer until the next guard change?
“Oh, Olivia,” called Mrs. Wellings. She was waving to her and marching across the yard, her extremely large bosoms flopping like wings with the effort. “There you are dear, I was wondering when you’d get here. I need to ask a favor.”
Olivia wasn’t in a very generous mood, but let the woman talk.
“My grandbaby is here, but I have an emergency in the kitchen. Will you watch him for a few hours?”
Olivia looked past the woman and saw a young boy, kicking stones a few yards away from them.
“Aren’t you worried that I would grab him and threaten to hurt him in exchange for letting me go?” Olivia spat at the woman.
Mrs. Wellings stared at her a moment. “No, that thought never occurred to me. You’re too kind and level headed to take your fears out on an innocent child.”
Olivia instantly felt the woman’s words like a slap to the face. She nodded, ashamed by her outburst.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’d be happy to watch him.”
Mrs. Wellings smiled and went to retrieve the small boy, bringing him over. “Thomas, this is Olivia, you’re going to help her in the garden for a while, okay?”
He nodded and
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