“I gave you an order and you will listen.”
The King grabbed a hold of Victoria and pulled her into his lap in a chair near the entrance to his room. Slowly he pulled up the bulky fabric of her dress and exposed her petticoat.
“Stop, why are you doing this?” She questioned him.
“You told your husband that you would obey me and you are not keeping your word.”
Victoria closed her eyes as the King let his hand gently touch her bare legs. She could feel the goose bumps on her skin as it reacted to his gentle touch. He was not hitting hard and the pain was only momentary. Instead of pain, Victoria actually felt like she had some pleasure out of his spankings.
King Salinger let his fingers linger on her inner thighs and push up close to her center.
Oh how he wanted to taste every inch of her delicate skin. His body sprung to attention as his fingers delicately moved up her thighs.
Victoria wasn’t exactly putting up a fight. She could feel her body reacting with excitement at the touch of his hand. She missed having a man’s touch on her body. She wanted to get that feature back.
Then he pulled his hand back and let it land roughly onto Victoria’s ass. She let out a scream, but it wasn’t from pain. The scream was more out of surprise than anything else. Surprise that she wanted this to happen so badly. The sheer forbiddingness of it all…
***
After he spanked Victoria, King Salinger helped her up and walked her over to the bed with him. He had to stop the spanking because he was enjoying it so much. He even thought that Victoria looked to be enjoying herself when he spanked her.
“Take your dress off.”
He said it with a combination of authority and a small amount of sly desire to see her naked. If she needed him to boss her around so she could give into her desires for him, then that was exactly what he was going to do. He had not problem bossing people around.
Victoria watched his eyes as he looked at her. She had never had a man look at her with such desire before, not even her husband. She stood still and looked at him, without moving to take off her dress.
“Take it off now or I’ll take it off for you.”
King Salinger looked mean and angry, but there was something about the way he looked at Victoria that had her frozen in her place. She contemplated taking her dress off, but her mind just couldn’t send the signal to her hands to unbutton the buttons. She was going to comply with his demands but her brain was frozen from the desire she was feeling toward King Salinger.
Victoria stood still, breathing heavily and staring at the king.
He stepped slowly toward her and let his hands sit gently on the top of her dress. They touched her breasts ever so slightly and Victoria drew in a deep breath. She loved the feeling of his big strong hands on her body.
King Salinger looked into Victoria’s eyes and saw a welcoming look from her. She was not afraid of him; she did not seem to be defying him. Perhaps she just wanted him to be the one who took her dress off for her.
“If you want it off,” she whispered, a slight hint of lusty tones in her voice, “then take it off…”
He contemplated moving gently from one button to the next and taking her dress off delicately. But that would just not work for his plans for that night.
Instead, the King held tightly to either side of her dress and in a rapid motion, he pulled the dress right apart. The buttons that lined the front of the dress erupted off of her body and sprang throughout the room.
Victoria let out a slight scream at the quick movement of the King. She had not expected that he would take her whole dress off and ruin it. But she still did not fear him. His desire for her was intoxicating and she longed to see where else it might go as their night progressed on.
“That was my favorite dress,” she whispered softly as she looked at the King and smiled.
He tried to keep a stern face, but Victoria’s willingness to crack a joke at such a time had caught him off guard. He was not comfortable around women and that was probably why he was still single. Although he could make love to any woman in the community, King Salinger wanted more from a relationship that he would find. He liked Victoria and her sense of humor very much.
He pulled her toward him and put his lips to her ear.
“I will have an even better one made for you. You chose the color.”
Victoria took a deep breath in as she inhaled the smell of King Salinger. His manly odor set her body on alert. She didn’t know what it was about him that made her desire him so, but it was something she could hardly control.
“Green, your highness. I like green.”
With that, the King pressed his lips to Victoria and held her tight against him. He had never been around a woman who was not thrown off by his forcefulness. Instead, Victoria seemed to come alive when he had forced her to his room. She appeared more interested in him than she had let on during any of their previous interactions.
“Your wish is my desire,” he said as he continued to kiss all over her neck.
His hand made quick work of releasing her undergarments and then King Salinger pressed himself away from Victoria. He left her standing nude in front of his opulent bed.
The picture would be burned into his brain forever. The soft pale naked skin of Victoria as she stood angelically in his room.
He wanted her desperately. The King could hardly contain his need to feel her naked body under his. But as he stood there he noticed a sadness on her face. Even when she was defying the King earlier, she had not looked this sad.
“What is it?” He asked.
“Nothing, never mind.”
Victoria didn’t want to be sad anymore. She wanted to feel some sort of pleasure. Slowly she walked toward the King and pressed her body up against his.
“What will you do with me tonight sir?”
He did not respond. Instead he pressed her toward the bed and then threw her onto it. She smiled as his determined face continued to star at her.
She watched as he threw off his own night clothes and climbing into the bed after her. His raging cock stood at attention, just aching to be inside of her. She had never seen such desire. It made her soaking wet with need and there was nothing that she wouldn’t do to feel some sort of pleasure on this night.
King Salinger spread her legs and moved in only a moment away from entering her. Then he leaned into her ear.
“I’m going to spank you again.”
Victoria smiled and without hesitation she flipped over with the help of King Salinger’s hands and put her ass into the air for the King to enjoy.
The primal need in his body took over and he thrust himself into her from behind. His hand slapped down hard against her ass and she let out a scream of pleasure. This was what he had been dreaming about. This was the moment that had filled his nighttime fantasies.
He thrust hard into her as she let out a scream. She held her face into the pillow to stifle her screams, but then the King reached around and threw the pillow off of the bed. Victoria obviously didn’t understand what the pleasures of a King were. He could have a screaming woman in his bed for weeks and no one would turn him in or think poorly of him. He was his own man and the people would have to understand that.
“Scream!” He ordered her.
Victoria let out a more intense scream as he thrust hard into her. But the King was not satisfied with the screams yet.
He started to thrust harder and slapped Victoria’s ass at the same time.
This time she let out an intense moan that must have been heard throughout the palace. It made King Salinger smile to think that others could hear the pleasure filled moans that Victoria was letting out due to him.
He continued to thrust and slap her ass as he gave Victoria permission to scream and moan as loud as she wanted. It took her some time to get use to the idea of not having to be quiet. It wasn’t proper to make so much noise while making love, well at least that was what she thought. But King Salinger
seemed to enjoy the noise that she was making.
It was fascinating to Victoria how she excited the King so much.
***
As the sun rises, Victoria gets dressed and returns to her room. The gravity of what she has done with King Salinger weighs heavy on her. She is a married woman and this man forced her to come with him. She would like to think that he forced her to be with him that night, but it was not true. She wanted to be with him. Her body wanted to feel the pleasure of his.
She ran to her room and shut herself in. It was all too much. Where was her husband? Why had he not come to rescue her yet? Victoria was so tired and she wanted her regular life back. It wasn’t fair.
She pressed the door to her room shut tightly and then collapsed to the ground in tears. This wasn’t what her life was supposed to be like. She had just been married and wanted to be with her husband. Victoria didn’t want to be with this man and she was tired of being in the middle of their fight over land and politics.
At dinner that night, Victoria refused to go down. This time King Salinger did not force her to attend.
He did not need to worry about her, yet the thoughts filled his mind. Had he done something wrong? What was it that bothered her so?
Night after night for three straight evenings the King sent a servant to bring Victoria to dinner. But Victoria was not feeling well and again was refusing to eat. It was exasperating to the King.
On the third night there is a knock after dinner. Victoria gets up from her bed with her eyes red and swollen. When she opens the door there is a woman standing there with a beautiful green silk gown.
It is not a regular day to day dress. It is a ball gown and its beauty is more than Victoria can handle. As the woman hands her the dress, Victoria holds it tight and falls to the ground sobbing.
“Miss, are you alright?” The young servant girl asked.
Victoria could not answer her, it is too much. All of it is too much. She is so tired. She is hungry, but doesn’t want to see the King. Victoria closes the door and remains on the ground of her room in tears.
On the fourth evening after Victoria refuses to come to dinner again, the King storms up to her room. She can hear him yelling in the hallway and she hides by the window curtains.
He knocks forcefully, but then opens the door without waiting long at all.
“You cannot starve yourself in this room.”
“I can do whatever I want. I am an adult.”
“You will obey me. If I say come and eat. You will do it or suffer the penalty.”
Victoria looked from around the curtains and the King is shocked. She looks frail and very thin. Her eyes are puffy from crying and she looks as if she would just break right in half. Although he had intended to come and yell at her, after seeing that state that she was in; the King softened his mood.
“Victoria,” he said kindly. “Will you please come with me to the dining room and eat something.”
Victoria stood by the window and looked at him with such sadness. It was obvious there was something on her mind.
“Why has he not come for me?” She said quietly.
This surprised King Salinger and he didn’t know how to answer her. The truth was he had tried to contact King James but he was not at his palace. King Salinger did not know where her husband was or if he would ever come for her. Her husband had disappeared.
“Let’s worry about that later. For now you need to eat. Tomorrow we have a ball to attend.”
Victoria’s face brightened as she realized why King Salinger had commissioned the emerald green ball gown for her. She smiled at the thought of wearing such a beautiful dress to a ball. Everyone would be beyond excited to talk with her and meet her if she was wearing such a lovely dress. A small smile came across her face as she started to move toward the King.
“Well perhaps I should eat something to keep my strength up.”
Victoria walked past the King and made her way swiftly down to the dining room. She took her usual seat and the servants quickly brought her the food that she loved. She was starving, it felt so good to devour all the delicious fresh fruit and vegetables.
When she was done with her salad, she remained hungry and the King insisted that the servants bring her some more food. They had made a special bean salad at his request so she could get some more nourishment than just fruits and vegetables. He wanted to force her to eat some meat, but he decided against any forcing of her to do anything she didn’t want to.
King Salinger was becoming fond of Victoria, very fond of her. It was getting harder and harder to see her as a possession of her rival. Instead he saw her as a lovely young woman who set every desire of his on fire every time she was in the same room as him.
***
The music played from the dance hall and Victoria smiled as she got dressed. She had not been to a big event like this in a very long time. She did her hair into curls and left them flowing down around her shoulders. Her blonde hair glowed in the light as the sun set from behind her in the window.
When she was ready, Victoria headed down the great stairs to the party. She wasn’t really sure what this party was about, but everyone seemed to be having a wonderful time. It made her smile instantly as she entered the room and saw all the people dancing and enjoying themselves.
No one knew her and she felt like she could enjoy herself without worry.
What she wasn’t expecting was all the men to be so smitten with her. As she walked down the stairs the men paused their conversations to look at her. Even the men whom were standing near a woman, found themselves looking toward Victoria.
King Salinger was no exception. His jaw dropped open as he saw Victoria descending the stairs. Her radiant smile was like it had been on that day in the Garden. Her hair glistened and he couldn’t help but notice her beasts pressed tightly into the green gown.
He was about to make his way to great Victoria when he noticed a number of other men making their move in her directions. He paused.
With an intensity that he had never felt, he watched a gentleman from France approach her. The dashing young man seemed very confident and was able to swoop in before any of the other men in the room.
King Salinger felt anger building as he watched Victoria smile widely at the man and appear to be flirting with him. The man asked her to dance and the King stood with his arms crossed and observed as she let the French man lead her around the dance floor.
She had not danced like that every. Her partner was light on his feet and lead her with a confidence that she could not have had before. She knew the basics of dancing but did not have the experience to look as good as she did in this man’s arms.
His French accent was unique and something that she liked to listen to. He was a kind man and offered her many compliments. Victoria enjoyed a couple dances with him and then excused herself to get a moment of air. She did not want to start sweating in front of everyone and the great hall was beginning to get hot with the body heat of so many party goers.
As she walked out to the garden, Victoria could feel a man close behind her. He reached out and grabbed her arm which startled her enough that she screamed.
“Oh Miss I apologize. I simply wanted to stop you so you would consider talking with me.” A young man said.
Victoria stopped and smiled at him. He looked very familiar, yet she knew she had never met him before.
“What would you like to talk about?” Victoria asked.
“Tell me about you. Why are you here? Where do you come from?” The young man asked with a look of inquisition.
“That’s a lot of questions.”
“Well then just tell me what you wish me to know.”
“I am hot and I want to walk in the cool air. If you insist on having a conversation perhaps we could talk and walk at the same time?”
The young man instantly agreed and they started to explore the gardens. He has a drink in his hand and offers her some of it to quench her thirst.
Sh
e drinks it quickly. Much too quickly for an alcoholic drink and her delicate system. She almost instantly feels the alcohol running through her body.
“So are you from Ireland? You don’t sound like you are.”
Victoria smiled and laughed at the young man. She certainly didn’t have an Irish accent. Her accent was purely a Londoner accent and everyone who talked to her could tell.
“I am from London,” Victoria said with a smile.
“Oh I love it there. I use to go to a wonderful market during my younger days. It was divine. You remind me of a young girl that use to run the produce stand there.”
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