“And the Princess of Drishane. The seventeen-year-old Princess does not need a baby from some boy. When the urge creeps up, I would prefer you to reach for an object of sin rather than have achild.”
“I am certain my parents would be angered by this,” I said lightly. “They denounce the objects of sin and constantly talk bad aboutthem.”
Klyn was quiet, which made me think that he did not necessarily agree with theiropinions.
“Do you not agree with them?” I bluntlyasked.
“Princess Octavia, they would be less happy to discover you are carrying a child, rather than find out you are using objects ofsin.”
He had a point. There had been a girl in Drishane that was a year younger than me who became pregnant last spring. Terrible things had been said about her. I did not want that. But more so, I was very excited about getting my own object of sin. I remained quiet for the rest of our journey. When we reached Abigail Brack’s place, Klyn introducedme.
“Abigail, this is Princess Octavia. We are here so that she may obtain one of your sinful carvedobjects.”
“Lovely to meet you, Princess Octavia. So you are here for a wooden cock,” Abigail mused as she wandered to ashelf.
“Abigail, please watch the language. She is a princess.” Klynwarned.
“Hmm. A princess who wants cock,” Abigail swatted at Klyn and winked at me. “Pick out which one you wouldlike.”
I felt as though I had been in the best place ever. While Klyn paced the floor, Abigail pointed out what made each wooden piece special or unique. I selected the one I wanted, and we headed back to thecastle.
“I wonder what happened to Abigail Brack,” I thought outloud.
From the balcony, I watched Klyn trudge across the bridge on his way to see Kaspar. I looked up at the sky; a beautiful day. I leaned against the balcony and watched Michan and Sean in the distance pulling bales ofhay.
They were shirtless, and their sweaty chests glistened in the sun. They looked delicious, and I thought about taking my crop and making those asses glow. Perhaps instruct them to suck one another off. I pressed my hips forward and found my favorite stone that protruded from the balcony wall. I had just worked myself up daydreaming when River’s voice crashed mydaydream.
“My Queen?” hecalled.
I took a deep breath and turned to face him. He was slowly walking through my quarters on his way to thebalcony.
“Yes,River?”
“What were you doing?” heasked.
“I was just trying to decide if I wanted to take my crop down to the stable area and tan Michan and Sean’s asses,” I saidfirmly.
River’s confident smile slowly appeared. He walked past my bureau and picked up my crop. Standing in the doorway between the inside and outside, River stared at me. His dark ocean colored eyes roamed my body as he balanced the crop between the palms of his hands. He taunted me with that tongue of his, letting it slowly slide along his bottomlip.
“Are you sure you wanted to beattheirasses, my Queen?” River’s deep voicequestioned.
I slowly closed my mouth and swallowed. I kept my gaze on him as I stretched my arms out to either side of me and gripped the top stone on the balcony. He was fuel for my fire. I was very much on board with him taking control and doing whatever the bloody hell hewanted.
“River, did you come here to taunt me with that smart tongue of yours?” Ichallenged.
“Perhaps,” heteased.
He kept walking until he was within touching distance. River stretched his arm out and brushed the tip of the crop against one of my breasts. He teased my nipple over the fabric of my dress by moving the leather from side to side. I could feel myself starting to get wet as the crop began to cause my nipples to harden. I tilted my head to the side and kept my eyes on his. I wanted to let my eyes move all over his body…but I maintainedcontrol.
“Perhaps I came to give you what you want,” River’s confident tone drew mein.
River moved the crop down my dress until the tip of the crop was close to my pussy. He rubbed and pressed the crop against my pussy over my dress. The corners of his mouth on one side turned upward as he saw myreaction.
“I do not think it is their asses you want to take the crop to,” River paused and then tapped the crop against me. “I think you want the crop on your ass, myQueen.”
River knows how to get me going. We each try to boast our dominance to one another, but in the end, it is me giving in. I suppose it is not really giving in if it is something that I want badly. Right now, I wantedRiver.
“Is that a fact, River?” Ipressed.
