Her King's Command

by Breanna Hayse

  "I feel it happening," she whispered into his ear, and bit down lightly on his earlobe. Her nails dug into the wet flesh of his back, but Dom did not notice. He eased his finger gently into her tight, virginal asshole.

  "Deeper," she growled, arching her back to give him more of her body. She reached one hand back to spread her bottom for him. "More!"

  Dom pressed his finger further, groaning as Shannon sank her teeth into his shoulder. With a grunt, he worked a second, and then a third, finger into her body, delighting in the way they twisted through her flesh.

  "Please, don't stop," she begged, pressing against his chest. She murmured her protests as his big hands turned her around and pulled her to her knees. He ran the soapwort down her arms and to her hips, between her legs and between her breasts.

  "Isn't getting clean the point of bathing?" Dom smiled, his hands cupping the fullness of her breasts. She shivered when he thumbed her nipples.

  "Oh, yes," she sighed, arching her back as his soapy hands cupped and kneaded her flesh.

  "Stand up," he instructed. He steadied her as she obeyed. "By the gods, you are beautiful," he praised, his voice thick with lust. He started washing her again, his palms moving over her belly and thighs, between her legs, and down the length of her long legs.

  "Turn around." Dom's hands made their way across her lower back and down the soft curve of her bottom and hips. He spread her thighs as his caresses moved lower, toward the backs of her knees.

  "Bend over," he said, pressing Shannon forward. She clung to the rocks again as his palms massage the smooth cheeks of her backside.

  "Oh!" Shannon cried, as his finger again worked its way into her asshole. "Please…"

  Dom did not stop and pressed a second slippery finger inside, forcing her tight hole to yield to him more fully. Shannon moaned, spreading her thighs wider and arching her back to raise her bottom in the air, inviting a third finger to penetrate her nether hole. He didn't stop, pressing another in, working the flesh open with his sudsy fingers. He kept his fingers in place, listening to the soft noises Shannon was making in her throat, and then started to slide them in and out again, filling her more deeply each time.

  She purred as he gently splashed water between her cheeks, rinsing away the bitter soapiness from the slippery plant.

  "Dom!" she cried out, when his tongue found its way between her cleft and began to work over her wet, puckered hole.

  "Spread your bottom," he said. "Use both hands."

  Shannon made tiny whining sounds as his tongue lapped over the furrowed crease of her asshole. His thumb slipped into her sex as he rubbed her mound with his fingers. A Gaelic curse slipped past her lips when he started fucking her ass with his tongue. She spread herself even wider, silently begging for the probing between her cheeks to go deeper.

  "Nooo," she moaned when he slid his tongue out.

  "Shhh." Dom pressed a hard, round glass ball against the puckered crack of her ass.

  "What is that?" Shannon gasped, turning to look around. Her eyes widened at the item in his hands.

  "Mistress Aida gave them to me. They are known as the 7 Knots Of Love. She said that the Chinese Geishas use these for pleasure. This particular set," he held up the length of seven, one-inch-wide balls, strung together by a thin leather strip, "was hand blown in Venice. The king had brought her several of these as a gift."

  "What are you going to do with them?"

  "Bend over and offer me your bottom so that I may show you."

  Shannon pressed her cheek to the moss again and clenched her bottom. He lathered her again with the slippery plant and administered several smart smacks until she relaxed her muscles. Carefully, Dom pressed the first bead on the string against her anus, twisting and urging it against the taunt opening. He pressed harder and harder, coaxing her muscles to open and allow the round invader within the dark walls.

  "Mother of God!" Shannon cried, biting her lip as the first one slipped past her tight sphincter.

  "Ready for another one?" Dom asked. Shannon shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut, but Dom pressed on to work a second bead past her tight ring of muscle.

  "No more. Please, Dom. The fullness makes me feel unsettled."

  He ignored her words, pushing a third bead past the protesting entrance. "Spread yourself wider and relax. You will be much better able to take them in."

  "All of them?" Shannon panted.

  "All of them," Dom answered, popping another into her resistant cavity. "I am almost finished," he murmured, kissing her backside as he diligently worked the last bead inside her. His finger went in with it, pressing the balls deep.

  Shannon was covered with a fine sheen of sweat, panting with exertion. "Will you remove them now?"

  "No. Now, I fuck you with my fingers," he said, standing up and grabbing her hips. His cock was like steel, and slapped against her thigh as he slid his soap-covered fingers back into her wetness.

  Shannon groaned, for every thrust of his hand inside her body made the feeling of fullness grow. He shifted to kneel behind her and buried his face between her legs; his tongue and lips sucking and licking her aching clit.

  Shannon moaned as he slowly pulled the string, tugging firmly as he pulled one ball out at a time, all the while still lapping eagerly at her sex. She ground her pussy against his tongue as the sweet pulse of her release began to overtake her, screaming as the tidal wave of pleasure struck her body.

  Dom pulled the remainder of the beads from her secret cavern in quick succession and, with her bottom still spread open from the beads, he slid his massive cock inside her in their place. Shannon gasped at the soft insistence of his flesh, groaning as he tunneled his way past that still pulsing band of muscle, and forced his way deeper into her ass.

  "My sweet druid," he groaned, grabbing her hips and sinking still deeper before he began to plunge. His hand gripped her wrists and pulled them up behind her back, holding them securely while his cock thrust and drove into her flesh.

  His grip tightened as he lunged again, rocking her hard against the edge of the rocks. His cock began to pulse just before he gave one final thrust and emptied his juices deep into her bowels.

  CHAPTER 11

  "You weren't affected by my gift, were you?" Dom asked softly, holding Shannon in his arms as they dried off in the warm sunlight.

  "No," Shannon whispered, kissing his nipple. "I felt it pull at me, but nothing more. What you did to me," she lifted her head to look at him, "would that have required much persuasion elsewhere?"

  "Aye," Dom stroked her arm. "I've not seen a woman bend easily for that."

  "Very amusing," Shannon chuckled at his pun. "In truth, I had little fear. There was an overwhelming desire to please you."

  "That was a gift from you to me, my darling. It's getting late," Dom said, sitting up. He patted his thigh. "Come, now, across my lap. You still have a spanking due you."

  "Dom! After what we shared?" Shannon looked distressed.

  "Most definitely. I gave into your seduction, you little wench, but now it is time to pay the toll. Quickly now."

  Shannon grumbled, easing her sore body across the muscular, bare legs stretched out before her. His hand cupped her cheeks, as though he was taking a moment to admire the paleness. Just as Shannon inhaled, his palm, hardened from years of riding and sword play, began to rain intensely sharp and unrelenting smacks down on her upturned hindquarters.

  "Ow! Domitri, that hurts!" Shannon squealed, kicking her legs wildly and twisting to escape.

  Dom tightened his grip, and spanked harder and faster. "Good. Perhaps this will teach you and your obstinate backside to obey me, especially when your safety is at hand."

  Shannon broke into tears, reaching behind her to block the blows. He snatched her wrists in a single hand and held them to the small of her back, and continued to discipline her 'obstinate backside' with as much vigor as he had during their recent, far more enjoyable, encounter.

  "Please, no more!" she begged, tr
ying to free her hands from his iron grip. He was too strong and his hand was too large; she had no hope of escaping.

  "You will never wander off and worry me again, young lady," he demanded. "Do you hear me?"

  "Yes, Sire," Shannon bawled. Her cries increased in pitch when he focused the spanking onto her sit-spots.

  "Must I cut a switch or use my belt to teach this lesson to you?" he lectured, his swings uninterrupted as they peppered her bottom.

  "Nooo," Shannon begged, screeching as he caught her darkening cheeks with a slightly angled swat. She howled, bucking to escape, and begged forgiveness. He released her hands with an order to keep them away from her bottom, placed his left palm on the center of her back, and began to thoroughly work every inch of her bottom to a deep crimson.

  Dom landed a final swat, right on top of a previous one, and then stopped. Gathering Shannon in his arms, he held her close to his chest as she muttering one breathless apology after another, begging his forgiveness. His strong arms supported her weak body, stroking the head that lay buried in his shoulder.

  "Lesson learned?"

  "Yes," Shannon wept. "I truly am sorry."

  "Forgiveness is yours," he said softly. He cleared his throat. "Should you wander off again, I will give permission to whichever guardsman who finds you, to discipline you. Then you will meet me once more for a repeated lesson."

  "No, please. I could not stand the humiliation."

  "The solution is, as always, simple. Behave yourself."

  "'Tis easy to say, not to do," Shannon sniffed.

  "I hear bitterness in your voice. Are you angry with me?"

  "I am."

  "Because I punished you?"

  "Because you were so harsh with me."

  "Are you going to repeat this same transgression in the near future?" Dom lifted her face to look at him.

  She yanked her head away. "No, I am not."

  "Then I say that this lesson was adequate. Kiss me."

  "I do not wish to kiss you," Shannon grumbled, pulling herself to her feet.

  Dom offered a crooked smile. "Very well. You may take whatever amount of time you need to have your tantrum, as long as it does not cause harm to our men. You are to stay within range of my voice this time, yes?"

  Shannon grunted, dressed quickly, and stomped towards the path that led to camp. Her bottom burned with every step, but not as much as her face. She heard Dom following behind her, chuckling to himself, and felt her anger rise.

  She turned to him. "Stop laughing at me!"

  "I'm not laughing at you, I am amused by your behavior. This sulking is not like you."

  "How would you know what I am like?" Shannon demanded. "You dictate my every thought and feeling; you tell me what to wear and how to behave; you treat me as though I am your, your…"

  "Subject?"

  "Yes!" She put her hands on her hips.

  "You do forget yourself, my darling. Shannon, you are my subject." Dom stood inches from her face. "I am your king. I am also your betrothed, your teacher, your friend, your ally and now, your lover."

  "You are a vicious clout."

  He touched her chin. "Would you care to explain why you are having such an unnatural fit? I have spanked you in the past, much more severely, and you have never behaved this way."

  "You had not been so intimate in the past, either." Shannon's eyes welled with tears.

  Dom tightened his lips in thought. "You feel as though I abused your trust, and did not appreciate the gift of yourself, don't you?"

  Shannon nodded, looking at the ground. He encircled her in his arms and sighed. "I am sorry. I should have spanked your obstinate little backend first and then made love to it. I did not intend to confuse you. Please, forgive me."

  "F-forgive you?"

  "Even a king can make mistakes, particularly unintentional ones. From this moment on, I will focus only on the task at hand, whether it be disciplining you or bringing you pleasure. The two will not cross again."

  "I would not mind you pleasuring me after you punish me," Shannon muttered.

  "I am certain you would not." Dom kissed her nose. "But that defeats the need for discipline to settle into both the flesh and the heart. It is as though I reward you for poor behavior."

  "I suppose I could not request you to stop this spanking nonsense completely."

  "Such a request will be denied. Shannon? Promise me that you will come to me immediately the next time you are confused or angry. If we are to rule a kingdom together, we must also be able to discuss difficult issues. I do promise to consider any request or suggestion you offer, but I will make the final decision. Know that I will be just in that decision."

  "Might I make a request right now?" Shannon asked, looking up into his gentle eyes.

  "You may, my lady."

  "The next time you decide that my bottom needs to be painted all the colors of the rainbow, I wish you to place a fur mitt over your hand."

  Dom's frown hid the raising of his lips. "Are you saying that you want me to spank you wearing a soft glove?"

  "It is my request." Shannon said firmly. "Your hand is much too hard, and pains me greatly when applied to my posterior thusly."

  "Is that not the purpose of punishment?"

  "I do not enjoy it."

  Dom held her face gently in one large hand. "Punishment is not meant to be enjoyed, my love."

  "You said you would listen to me."

  "Ah, of course I shall consider your request. However," he joined his lips to hers, "I doubt a spanking such as that would teach you any significant lesson."

  "It might. There is nothing that would prevent you from trying."

  "You are a very stubborn young woman."

  "I am not stubborn, Your Grace. I am persistent."

  Dom laughed and hugged her warmly. "I do feel my heart growing in love for you as each day passes. You have brought joy and laughter into my life. My father was wise in his decision."

  Shannon pouted. "Yes, you receive joy and laughter, and I receive a sore backend. What fairness is there in that?"

  "I say only one thing. It is good to be king."

  "Sire?" one of the guardsman called. "Beg pardon, but I hear your voices. It has been several hours."

  "We are coming," Dom called back. He took Shannon's hand and locked it in his bent elbow as he led her towards the camp. "My lady, we will rest here for the night and then press forward. Will you make an attempt to smile and not frighten the men with that scowl?"

  "I'll make the attempt, but I cannot make a promise."

  "My Lady! Look at the feast we have brought for you!" Jorje announced, holding up a string of fat pheasants. Another man produced a wild boar. She glanced around at their grins and felt a genuine smile come to her lips.

  "They are most lovely! Thank you. Prepare them for roasting and I will cook you a meal fit for a king," she promised. She turned to Dom and added, "A feast for a kind king, not one who bullies helpless women. I am still angry with you."

  "Helpless, you are not, Mistress McCleary. As for your anger, I promise to find a way to survive until it has dispelled," Dom said, as he joined his men in laughter. He squeezed her bottom, making her squeal, and set to helping clean the game.

  ***

  After another tantrum the following morning, and another twenty minutes of being spanked behind a copse of trees, Shannon finally submitted to riding in the carriage in lieu of on horseback. After insistent urging from his men, and their assurance that each would personally look out for her safety, Dom promised to start seeking out a proper horse for her during their visit to the next large village. He added a condition, however—that the horse would only be purchased if she behaved herself as befitting a lady and a queen. That meant, he warned her with a pointed finger, she would cease her juvenile tantrums, and spend the next two weeks riding in the carriage without complaint. Indignant about being treated like a child, Shannon refused to speak to him for two days.

  Dom narrowed his eyes, a
s his men gathered around to assist the young Irishwoman as she stepped from the carriage the third evening. He crossed his arms and cleared his throat, waiting for the large, armored men to stand to the side so that he could reach his betrothed. She refused to look at him.

  "Are you done ignoring me?" he asked bluntly.

  "Are you done treating me like a child?"

  "You behave like a child, you deserve to be treated like one."

  "Well, you behave like a self-absorbed dictator, and deserve to be ignored."

  Dom's glare at the chuckling men silenced them. He turned back to Shannon. "This behavior is unacceptable. I do not know how you managed to charm my men, but you have not done the same with me."

  "Are you jealous that I have a greater gift of persuasion than you do?" Shannon narrowed her eyes at him, in turn.

  "If your goal is to entice me to jealousy, it will not work. It will not behoove you to go in that direction."

  "If I do so, it is because you provoked me."

  "Woman, must you always try for the last word? Why must you always give me a headache?" Dom growled.

  Shannon leaned into him, her nose barely touching his. "I'm a banshee. That is what I do."

  Dom met her gaze, and tried to penetrate her mind with his gift. Nothing, as usual.

  "I can feel you trying to get into me," she informed him.

  "You will feel me getting into you. Don't you worry about that," Dom retorted.

  Jorje cleared his throat, breaking the uncomfortable silence. "Beg pardon, Sire, but the sun is waning and it appears as though a storm approaches."

  "I have herbs and vegetables to collect, unless you don't want anything to eat this evening. I will return when my basket is full," Shannon announced, snatching the big basket from the carriage and prancing away without even looking back.

  "Captain! Keep an eye on her. If she so much as steps outside of the range of hearing your call, blister her hide right then and there, and then bring her back for me to finish up."

  "If I may say something, Your Grace," the knight began. "The length of this journey—"