I duck into the dressing room to quickly change. I pull on the lace that I have learnt causes all my robes to spill down, then I grab a clean white nightgown from the rail and pull it over my head.
I’m back in the bedchamber in no time at all. Loki is curled up on her bed.
Selwyn is already under the sheets. I suspect he is naked. He usually sleeps that way.
Fighting my ridiculous blush, I get into bed.
Selwyn clicks his fingers and the room goes dark. Everything is cosy and warm. But I don’t feel peaceful. There is a peculiar frisson of energy trembling within me.
I yelp as suddenly Selwyn’s hand is gently cupping my hard cock.
He chuckles. “Your body likes me.”
I’m so glad it is dark in here. I must be the colour of a tomato. It is on the tip of my tongue to declare that all of me likes him, but I can’t get the words out.
“Do you wish to play?” he asks softly.
Oh my. Everything can be as easy as that. There is no need to be embarrassed or flustered. This is my husband. This is our marriage bed. There is no shame if we want to… play.
I nod eagerly, with great audacity. Then I remember it is dark in here, and I squeak out a, “Yes!”
“I’m very pleased to hear that, Little Lamb.”
My cock throbs. It has learnt that whenever Selwyn calls me Little Lamb, good things happen.
“Can we put Loki in the sitting room first!” I blurt.
Selwyn chuckles and gets out of bed to do my bidding. Loki follows him obediently when he calls her name. She is such a good girl.
Selwyn steps back into the bedroom and shuts the door. I feel a little mean, but Loki has a bed in the sitting room, as well as food and water bowls. She even has a basket of toys. She will be fine.
The bed dips as my husband joins me. My heart flutters as he slides closer to me. His hand goes to my nightgown and bunches it, up and up, until all of me is exposed.
Okay, clearly we are not wasting any time tonight, and that is just fine by me.
Selwyn’s finger traces down my naked chest. It circles a nipple. I shudder, and my nipples harden immediately. Simply from anticipation.
He takes one between his thumb and forefinger and rolls it gently. The sensation shoots straight down to my cock, and I moan.
“So responsive,” he whispers with appreciation. “Shall I have you pierced? With silver chains I can tug on any time I choose?”
He tightens his grip into a pinch. Sparks flash behind my eyelids.
“Or I could pierce you with little silver rings that hum and thrum and pulse. It would feel like my fingers were on you always. I could have you walking around court, aroused and craving me.”
He sits up and begins tugging on my other nipple. Teasing both of my nipples at once. My back arches and I moan.
“Shall we see if you can cum from nipple play alone? Shall I twist, tug, flick and rub all night? Suckle on you until the dawn?”
My lungs stutter. That sounds like torment. I don’t think I can orgasm like this, but I can certainly hover closeto it. If he does this to me all night, I will become a sobbing, pleading, aching mess.
“I think I will fit you withFfiol ddiden.”
Dizziness spins through me as the translator blanks and allows me to hear the Fey words directly. It is a beautiful language.
He circles my nipples. “You can wear it always. It will suck and lick your nipples whenever I tell it to. You can wear a butt plug too, one that feels like my fingers or cock. Wherever you are around court. At any time of day or night, I can make you cum. Or just make you scream.”
Oh goddess. I think this is just dirty talk, and the idea should be awful, but for some reason my cock is getting harder and harder.
