As I had done earlier, I bathed her sweet pink cunt with soapy water, while she sighed and yawned, holding onto my head for support while she sat on a wooden chair I kept by the window. I knew that being here would put more questions in her mind. The room might not have been desirable to most nobles, but it was still luxuriously furnished. The four-poster bed, the tapestries, the wardrobe with doors decorated with scenes of woodland animals. She glanced around at it, but for the time being said nothing.
Ten orgasms. We’d experienced them together, the last one bringing my own surging tide of cum. She looked dazed, dreamlike, as if she hardly even believed what was happening. The décor was hardly her first concern.
The insistent knock at the door caught us both by surprise.
“Randal, open up.” The voice was familiar, one of my father’s personal guards, I thought.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I growled, never taking my eyes off her silky red slit. My soapy fingers were literally two inches from her swollen pussy, with my cum still trickling from her opening, and we were getting interrupted? “I give exactly zero fucks who is on the other side of that door.”
“You’re getting so greedy, my King,” Iris said, giggling.
Yet again, there was another knock. Whoever it was, they weren’t about to leave and assume I wasn’t there. The fact that it was one of the king’s guards was telling. Either Giles Aaron had figured out I hadn’t died at the farm, or he had sent the guard to check my rooms as a ruse. The latter seemed most likely, given that it had only been a day since his assassins were supposed to kill me. This guard was supposed to break the door down, find the room empty and there would follow an official search. They’d “discover” my body at Millstone Farm, and he would look completely innocent in the whole thing.
Which meant my best option was to throw his plans into disarray. If in doubt, always do the unexpected. That was a lesson I’d learned well.
“I’m coming,” I called out, trying to sound bored. Even if I wanted to put him off, I didn’t want him knowing I had anyone else in here with me.
“Very well. Be quick about it.”
I looked Iris in the eyes and slid my slippery fingers over her clit.
“I need you to go down to the dungeon. And stay there. I mean it.”
She groaned, the pleasure making her stomach muscles tense up, but she nodded. She had a bratty side, for fucking sure, but when it mattered, she knew exactly how to make me happy. Obedience was the best of the virtues, bar fucking none.
I carried her downstairs as gently as I could, making sure to tell her with my whole body that I was back to being just me—I was her owner, first and always, but sometimes I was also that fucking lovesick guy who watched her from afar for all those years.
She got it in an instant. I loved that about her—the way she understood without having to be told.
“What’s going on?”
I decided to tell her a little of the truth. “That’s one of my father’s men. He’s been unwell for a long time and there are things going on right now that could mean big changes. I’ll always protect you, Iris, but that might mean we have to get away from here. Be ready to leave at a moment’s notice.”
Now her arms were free and she wrapped them around me, pulling me close. “You promised you’d never leave me.”
“And I won’t. If we leave, we leave together.”
She nodded. “I’ll be ready.”
Fuck, she was the sweetest. I let myself take comfort in the softness of her cheek against mine, the way her hair got tangled in my stubble. “I love you, Iris. In time, I promise you’ll know everything. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
It took all my fucking strength to turn away from her, but somehow I managed to do it. I made sure the door was open to the room where I’d bolted the bed. I brought her a glass of wine, two ripe apricots, and her robe, and gave her one last long, greedy kiss. Then I ripped myself away. I grabbed my shirt and my boots and left the dungeon, pulling my mask from the drawer in my bedside table.
“This is taking too long, Randal. Open this fucking door in the name of—”
I unlocked it and pulled it open to find a man I vaguely recognized standing there looking flustered. Erik? I thought that was his name. Most of my father’s guards blended into one, their idle chatter and comments about my appearance being all I remembered. But I didn’t think he was like the others.