Royal Scold, page 1
part #2 of Worship Series
Royal Scold
Worship Series, Book Two
By
Marie Hall
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Royal Scold: Worship Series, Book Two
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Table of Contents:
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
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Chapter One
Io Desmond Brice pushed through the tent flaps with a huff and threw herself, face down, on the bed. Men. They were an impossible lot. Even as she drew the edge of the fur over her head, she heard the most impossible of them enter the space.
“Io?” Xavier Brice’s tone was laced with annoyance and she felt the flesh on her backside quiver. “Why are you being so difficult?”
Of course, she was the one being difficult, of course. It couldn’t be him. It had to be her, not him with his impossible demands. Not the two soldiers standing outside, who were supposed to be at her command. No, of course, it was her. She pressed her face into the thick bedding and screamed.
“Io.” Xavier’s sharpness was expected. She didn’t even look up. “Do not behave like a child. I will not have it.”
She was startled when he jerked the fur from her head. That he could move without her hearing was annoying. Like a damn cat, for a man so sturdy and built, he should shake the ground when he walked.
“Io.” His fingers dug beneath her chin and forced her face up so she had to look at him. He’d that expectant look, saying, tell him now, or be prepared to not sit for a week. And well, she still couldn’t sit, she could hardly move even three days after he’d taken a cane to her. The worst pain he ever inflicted. All for not telling him she’d concerns, for lying. That wasn’t going to happen again. Right now, just his hand would kill her, she was sure. But no one was listening to her, people were supposed to listen to what she said. Xavier said, as his wife, she’d the ability to command people and she should use it. Well damn, she tried, and failed. How was she supposed to be his wife and command people if they ignored her?
“I am not being a child.” She pouted. His lips curled up on the ends and he gently brushed the hair from her face. “It is not impossible what I ask, it changes nothing for them.”
“Io, what exactly did you ask them to do?” Xavier squatted down, resting his arms on either side of her.
“Not to wear their tunics into the market.”
He gave her a quizzical look. “Why do you not want them to wear their tunics?”
“Because you said I am supposed to be able to command.”
He nodded.
“All on my own, without needing anyone.”
He nodded again.
“Well if they go with me, into the market place, wearing your standards, the only reason people will listen to me will be because they fear you. That makes me all by myself, powerless. It makes me nothing if I am not yours.” She dropped her head back to the bed. “Nothing more than your trained bitch.”
“Io,” he snapped. His hand cracked down on her seat.
Her howl was probably heard through the entire camp, tears sprang to her eyes and her legs kicked against the bed in an attempt to ward off the searing pain. Several long moments passed before she could draw in a full, deep breath through the pain. In that time, Xavier climbed on the bed and stretched out next to her. He set his hand on her hip and forced her to roll to her back. Io scrambled to get her feet flat so she could hold her arse off the bed. But as she lifted up, Xavier’s hand pushed her down and his foot kicked her feet out. She cried out again.
“Are you listening to me now, my lady?” As much a question as a command, Io sniffed and nodded. “Look at me then.”
Io wiped at her tears with the back of her hand then turned her head to face her husband. This man who could inflict such pain on her, who just renewed a pain she thought might kill her, now slipped his arm beneath her to cradle her softly.
“Io, you are not now, never have been, and never will be any man’s trained bitch.” His arm tightened and he pulled her a little closer, allowing her to roll to her side facing him and giving her some relief. “You know what you are to me, do you not?”
She sniffed once then again, for good measure, when she saw him smile. She gave him a curt nod.
“Say it.”
She felt her face heat and her throat tighten a bit. It was a ridiculous thing to say, especially about herself. She didn’t mind so much when he said it. It was still nonsense, but it sounded nice coming from him, especially because he was usually panting it out after a bit of bed sport.
“Io,” he warned, “say it.”
She made a small choking sound then rolled her eyes before sighing like he was more burden than he could know. “A goddess, I am a goddess.”
“Yes, my goddess.” He rolled her on top of him and squeezed. “Do not slander my wife again by calling her a bitch.” His hand went to the back of her head forcing it down to meet his lips. The kiss was short and sweet. When he broke it, she was disappointed. His arms again wrapped around her, and he relaxed into the bed. Holding her in place on top his chest, he was quiet for a while. “Io, you know it doesn’t matter if your escorts wear the standards or not…”
“Then I want them to not wear them.” Io put her head down and listened to his heart beating.
“I want you to understand that you can use your status as my wife…”
“I do not want to use your status. I want to do things on my own, the way I did them before you. I want to know people will listen to me because of me, not because of you.” She ducked her head a bit knowing what would come when she added the next. “I need to rely on myself, Xavier, if you are ever…”
“Io,” he yelled, rolling them over, pinning her under him with his full weight and glared at her. “I am not going to abandon you and I am—”
“I do not accuse you, I do not,” Io quickly clarified, before she again felt the weight and strength of his hand. “But will you be standing beside me, always? Your presence there, to threaten? Are you going to follow me about and stare down anyone who says nay to me?”
“No, Io,” he relented, relaxing so his body molded against hers.
“Then people have to want to do as I ask, regardless if I am your wife. I have to know they will act as I will have, because I will have them.” Because, though she wouldn’t say it, she still couldn’t trust he wouldn’t do as everyone did her entire life, and send her from him.
“Io,” he sighed. “It does not matter…”
“It matters to me.”
“Very well, I will tell them they are not to wear their tunics.” Xavier rolled off her. Io covered her eyes with her hands and growled. “What?”
“Do you not ever listen to me?”
“What?”
“I do not want you to tell them anything. I want to tell them and have them do what I ask. I am not asking them to do anything so much that they should question me. It is not as if I ask them to help me escape you.” She rolled to her side and set her hand over his heart. He covered it with his own, then lifted it and brought it to his lips. A soft kiss, a squeeze and then he placed it back over his heart.
“Very well, Io. I will speak with them about needing to follow your commands without my consent.” He turned and looked at her. “Io, they will still consult me when they feel your commands are… questionable.”
“And I will not fail to invoke your name if I must.” She knew it could be useful, for now and however long he’d have her, to have a man with Xavier’s reputation supporting her.
“Have you given up on your plans to go to the market today?”
“I am not sure. What plans did you make?” Her hand settled on his hip and then slipped to his groin. He already grew hard.
“I did plan a bit of sword play.” He groaned when she squeezed him.
“Is that what you will call it today, my lord?” Io teased.
“With my men, Io, sword play with my men.” A deep grumble rolled in his throat.
“Ah, well, if they are better at it then I.” She giggled when he lifted his hips and pressed into her hand.
“Io,” he called.
“Yes?”
“No one is better than you.” He rolled back over and pressed his lips to hers.
Io went to the market the next morning. When her escorts came to meet her, they came without their tunics. She frowned, knowing it was Xavier’s command, but it was a start. She wasn’t going to lose herself completely. She could still control some things. The things he insisted she try and control were less important to her, the things he’d try and make her forget to control, those she wouldn’t ever forget. Not when it meant surrendering.
Chapter Two
“Xavier?” Io called. When she got no response, she clenched her fist just a little more. A deep groan rippled over her and she watched his fingers dig into the bed clothes. The smile of satisfaction was for no one save her. In the dark of the tent Xavier couldn’t see it even if his eyes weren’t squeezed shut in pleasure.
She set the tip of her tongue on the head of his cock and created a new wet spot which she blew on. He groaned again lifting his hips off the bed, urging her to continue as he’d taught her. Carefully she took him in her mouth. No teeth, he said the first time, but now she knew more and teeth were sometimes acceptable. He gasped, Io smiled more.
She wouldn’t have thought she could receive such a thrill, a rush of control, in a marriage bed. She’d never heard, in all the talk, in the many houses she passed through, a woman speak of being the master of the bedchamber. With Xavier, though, that was how Io felt. Everything was at her pleasure, in her time. When he introduced something new, behind his forcefulness, was his need for her to consent. Xavier might never fail to impose his will on her beyond the edges of the bed, but in the bed they shared, they were at least equals and she, perhaps, even held the upper hand. It was possible this could change in time, after he completed the final act with her in his bed. The one he delayed, though she wasn’t sure why. For now what they played at satisfied both.
Io dropped her head, taking more of his length into her mouth. She allowed the saliva to slicken the warm smooth skin. Working her hand up and down until she felt Xavier flex and relax his hips in time, then she stopped.
“Io,” he growled out and lifted his hips again, to try and force her to take him back into her mouth.
“What, my lord?” Io whispered as her tongue traced the ridges down to where his shaft became his sack.
“Io.” Her name came out on a gasp as she treated this over sensitive part to some tender attentions. Her hand resumed stroking and squeezing and it wasn’t long before she felt him tense. She knew she could slow down and prolong this, or she could add more to speed it along. In this the control was hers.
“Io.” His voice was a little stronger this time. Io glanced up but never took her mouth or hand from him. “Io.” He let go of the covers to wave her up.
“What, Xavier?” Io left him long enough to inquire about his intent.
“Io, let me give you some.” He sat up and patted the bed next to him. “Come lay here.”
“Ha, my lord, you will not get me on my back.” Io scoffed, she was still tender and she knew how his hands would be if she complied. “You know not, how to touch with a gentle hand.”
“Io,” he huffed. She might have thought him insulted but she’d learned too, he could take criticism and even correct himself if he wanted. He was quiet for a moment then he laid back. “Well, you can be on top. I will be on my back.”
Io stopped everything and pushed up so she knelt between his legs. “I do not understand?”
“Swing around, Io.” He again motioned her to come up next to him. “Bring your tender end up here to me, I will be… nice.” He instructed and guided her until she was straddling his chest, facing his feet. His large hands settled on her arse and smoothed down until he’d a grip on her thighs. With a hard jerk, he pulled her back until her knees were on either side of his head.
Io lifted her hips staying out of reach. “Xavier, this is...”
“Perfect.” He put his arm around her and pulled her down.
“Xavier, I do not think this is...” Io could hear the unreasonableness in her own voice. After all she permitted, she wasn’t sure why she found this unnerving.
“Io, there is nothing shameful in this. Let me give you what you have so wondrously given me tonight. Let me please you, as I should.” He again pulled her down and when his tongue slipped between her folds, she stopped caring if what they did was too brash, vulgar or unseemly.
Io resumed her endeavors to make Xavier feel the bliss, but with some momentum lost and him now trying to make her find the same satisfaction, Io needed to work harder. Xavier, more skilled, brought her to climax first, and twice, before she was able to feel the tension signaling he would spill his seed. She knew he’d pulled her hair firmly enough to force her mouth from him before he spent. She watched as the thick cream shot from his shaft in several bursts and when he was done, she again stroked his cock. He was most sensitive after and with the lightest of touch she caused him to shudder. Again the smile was for her alone.
They took a few moments to recover before Io shifted to lay with her head on his still heaving chest. His arms wrapped around her and Io relaxed into the safe strength he provided.
“Io.” He kissed the top of her head. “You know what you are to me?”
She smiled against his skin. She knew the answer. “What am I to you?”
“You are a goddess, Io.”
“Ah, well,” Io sighed and closed her eyes, “as you say.” Understanding men, especially her husband, was an adventure in folly. He claimed she was a goddess and still her arse held the evidence of how humanely he treated her. Then again, in their time at this place, he tried to gift her with offerings and make others acknowledge her status as he knew it. The only thing Io cared to have from him, were these moments, when it was quiet and still all around her, her body trembling and crying out for his touch. If they didn’t ever leave this place, in search of the fabled “home”, she didn’t care. Here would be as good as any place she’d been or could be. She took one more deep breath taking in the scent of him, of them, and slept.
* * * * *
Xavier tried again to close his eyes. Sleep was elusive, at least for him. Io slept, practically on top of him. A smile tugged at his lips and he resumed twisting his fingers through her hair and stroking the warm skin of her thigh.
Xavier was now very familiar with Io’s version of forever. Forever was waiting fifteen days to again touch, and feel the touch of his wife, as freely as he liked without considering the pain it might cause her. When he climbed in the bed beside her, she’d been the one to initiate the intimacies. Taking his cock in her small hands to stroke him and using her sweet mouth, taking him to a point he couldn’t come back from. He’d have rolled her to her back and returned the favor but she wouldn’t let him. Even though she’d spent the last few days out, participating in activities, her pretty little backside was still tender. He considered a while, but once he convinced her he wouldn’t find her completely shameless, she straddled his face and he shared with her the same pleasure.
Satisfied as he was, sleep wouldn’t come. He was uneasy, though not sure why. He more than once felt as if someone watched him more so when he was with Io. His fingers gripped her thigh a bit too tight and she groaned, snuggled against him, and drew her leg up so it lay over his groin. She was so small, so vulnerable and she’d been harmed enough through neglect. If someone watched, if they thought to harm her, to take her from him, they’d do well to think again.
Again his fingers griped too tight, and Io shifted, muttering something he was certain was vulgar. Xavier turned his head, kissed her and sliding from beneath her, he slipped from the bed. He pulled on his clothes and left the tent as the first cracks of dawn appeared. A heavy cold mist shielded most things from view, but he could sense the movement of a few people. For all he couldn’t see in the dark and fog, he was again struck with the knowledge he was being watched.
