I want to.A thought, and her bath waited, steam rising from the surface to swirl around candles flickering in the welcoming darkness.I’m stuck here a bit longer, but I must address your most recent behavior.
Yes. Yes, please do.She ripped off the rest of her clothing and strode to the bathing area.
I sensed all this rather than saw it. While I knew it was possible, I hadn’t yet been able to spy through another person’s eyes, only from a few rare beasts like her crow.
Do exactly what I tell you,I said sternly.
I’m yours to command.
Such a good girl.Please get into the tub.
A fae woman seated on a sofa straight ahead had spent most of our recent meal leaning away to avoid one touch against my side. Now, she flicked a glance full of interest my way. She’d drained three glasses of wine since we entered the parlor, fortifying her spine enough that she dared acknowledge I existed.
A ball would commence soon. I would not be there.
“Will you dance tonight, Controller?” she asked, only the vague slurring of her speech revealing that the wine had gone straight to her head.
“I shall.”
Her hand trembled where she laid it on the cushion beside her thigh. “Please save one for me.”
“You would not survive a dance with me.” I said it easily enough, projecting the image of the bored minion of the king.
With a catch of her breath, she tucked her hand beneath her leg before turning back to the high lord seated beside her.
Flirting, are you?my tiny storm asked as she settled in the tub. Steam coiled around her neck and kissed her pretty cheeks.
Only with you. Wash your hair.
She did as I asked, her movement languid as if she drew this out for my pleasure. If only I could stand near the wall and watch her like I did that time when she bathed in the river.
Join her. Touch her.
My hair’s done,she said in a throaty growl that purred across my bones.
Wash your breasts. Pay close attention to your nipples.
A high lord standing near the lit fireplace glanced my way before his gaze dove to the table in front of the cluster of sofas. Only the high advisor had chosen not to join the group standing near the king. He hovered inside the arched entrance, his fingers tightening to fists before releasing again at his sides. He was upset about Selitta. About Delaine.
I understood the need for vengeance, how it boiled within you, scalding your flesh each time your mind reminded you of what happened. He wouldn’t find it with me or my fury. I’d make sure of that.
My breasts are clean,my very good girl said. I adored how breathless she sounded.
Pinch them for me. Roll them. Do it hard enough I’ll feel the moan in your throat.
As she did so, her groan echoed in my mind.
I believe your sweet pussy needs washing,I said.If I was there, I’d do it for you, but unfortunately, the king will not allow me to leave his presence yet. Stroke between your legs, my fury, and do it slowly.
Vexxion.Not a hint of hesitation came through in her voice. She was panting, shifting in the tub with growing need. Craving my words and my touch.
Put a finger inside yourself,I said.Stroke your clit at the same time. Pump your finger. Close your eyes and pretend I’m lying behind you, that it’s my hand giving you pleasure.
Her moan tore through my mind as she thrust her hips up to meet her hand. The water sloshed in harmony with her movement, cresting the lip of the tub and splashing onto the floor beyond.
Such a good girl.
Vexxion. I need you.
