“Your grace!” she called.
“Come in, sweet Mary,” he said to her.
She chuckled to herself and she felt her cheeks flush as she heard him call her “sweet”.
She let herself in and when she came in, he was sitting at the table in his room and writing letters. The windows were still shut. He was making use of candlelights even though he could use the paraffin oil lamp that was directly over the table he was using.
“Your grace! You are up” she said, smiling.
“Yes, I am. Leave the windows. Why don’t you come sit with me?” he said to her, smiling.
She felt herself moving towards him. There was not even a part of her that wanted to stop. She could feel the sexual tension in the air and she wondered if it was just her or if he felt it too. Her breath had increased and her heart beat hard against her chest. Sweat broke out on her forehead and on her chest despite the cool and powerful air from the ceiling fan and the layout of the Castle, which allowed for proper ventilation.
Duke Harry raised his head to look at her beautiful face and once again, he was smitten by her beauty. Even in her white printed clothes, cap and apron, she looked as beautiful as royalty. He felt like he had found something he had been searching for all along. He watched dreamily as she approached him, smiling all the time. Her lips looked so red, he just wanted to lock them in a kiss.
He pulled a chair closer to himself and asked her to sit with him.
“Your Grace...” she started saying after sitting close to him.
He put a finger gently on her lips. It was a signal for her to be quiet.
“Call me, Harry. Please” he said.
She was not sure how to respond. His finger was still on her lips and she was not sure if she could just call him by his name.
“I want to hear you call it. It’s just you and I here. It has been a while since anyone called me by name. Do it” he said to her in a hushed tone that still sounded like a command.
“Harry” she called.
He smiled at her and kissed her forehead. Then, his hand went to her jaw. He held it and looked into her eyes.
“You are beautiful, Mary. You are the most beautiful Maid in England,” he said to her.
She smiled and said, “Thank you, Harry”.
As she spoke, her body quaked and her voice sounded strange to her. There was so much sexual tension and she was getting wet already in her underwear. She felt his finger move like it was leaving her lips. She did not want it to leave. The next thing she knew, she was sucking on his fingers. She could not control herself. She wanted him more than she wanted to appear modest. She had never had sex with anyone. She loved the idea of the royal Duke Harry being her first.
Harry let her suck on his thumb as he watched her get enthralled by the sexual desires that were taking over them both. He then softly grabbed her by the neck and gave her a deep kiss. Their lips were engaged for a few minutes as Mary tried to extinguish her longing by kissing him. Instead, the kiss helped to fan the flames of her lust.
Harry’s left hand reached behind her for the small of her waist as his right hand still held onto her neck. He pulled her up from the chair and held her so that she was leaning against the table while they kissed. Mary moaned loudly as his lips made contact with her neck, sucking her flesh into his mouth and giving her a sensual feeling.
“Have you ever had bondage sex?” Harry whispered into her ears.
“No, Harry. What is it?” she asked.
“You have no idea what it is?” the young Duke asked, a bit surprised.
“I know little about sex. I’ve never been this intimate with a man before” she said to him as she leaned into him for support.
“Alright then. I will teach you. It’s a long-time fantasy of mine. You just follow my instructions” he said to her.
Mary nodded her head. She was already captivated by her his charms and all she wanted to do was follow his lead. This was something very new in her life. It would be the first time she would ever have sex. It was going to be with a Royal Duke and it was going to be a unique kind of sex.
CHAPTER THREE
THE DUNGEON
“What is this place?” Mary asked. Her tone was a suspicious one and she was a bit nervous.