I sink down onto the floor, needing a moment’s breather before continuing, wrestling the velveteen fabric from underneath me. Once I have revived, I remove the dress in one move and am instantly nude. I crawl onto the bed, watching Lloyd disrobe from the corner of my eye.
When he is naked, he takes the lube from the bedside drawer and I clench all over, knowing what is coming. After all, it was my idea.
‘Let me look at that arse,’ he says roughly, taking handfuls of my hot rump and squeezing. ‘I suppose you’d like some cream to relieve the sting?’
‘Yes, my lord.’
‘Well, you’re out of luck. I have some ointment here, but it won’t help the pain from the whip.’
‘What … what is it for then?’
‘You cheated me of your virginity. Some other man got inside your cunt before I did. But I’ll wager he didn’t get inside every part of you.’ He parts my cheeks and starts to apply lubricant between them, leaving me in no doubt as to his intentions.
As a medieval princess, however, perhaps I would have doubts. ‘What do you mean? You cannot mean to … this is not a place for … you can’t!’
‘Don’t fret, my lady, this can be done and has been done on many occasions. It will neither kill nor maim you. You may even enjoy it.’
‘Enjoy it?’
His finger goes deeper, further, troubling my ring with its slippery invasive presence.
‘I think you might. Given your whorish proclivities.’
Sophie wouldn’t tense up and try to expel him, but perhaps the medieval princess would, so I feign resistance for a moment. He simply waits, patiently, for the moment to pass then slips the finger in as soon as I relax my guard.
I wiggle my bum and squeal, then breathe deeply, trying to remember how this felt the first time, eager to authenticate my response. I recall a low-level panic that this could and would never feel right or pleasurable, even amidst the luscious sense of takenness and I try to replicate it. I attempt to pull away from Lloyd’s intruding finger, but he braces an arm beneath my ribcage, obviating any further disobedience.
‘No, you don’t,’ he says under his breath. ‘You’re going nowhere.’
A second finger joins the first in its explorations. I rock gently back and forth while the probe gathers in intensity.
‘Feeling it now, Princess?’
‘It’s uncomfortable,’ I wail.
‘Not for long.’
He withdraws his fingers, then he shuffles up closer behind me, spreading my cheeks, lubricating my anus within an inch of its life before placing the head of his cock right up against it.
‘Oh.’ I hold my breath.
‘Didn’t any of your ladies-in-waiting tell you about this?’
‘No, never.’
‘Perhaps it’s the knights you need to be talking to. I’ll wager there are more than a few of those …’
He moves forwards, suddenly but infinitesimally, so that my ring quivers and considers protest. I hold my nerve, though, accustoming myself to the wider stretching without true penetration as yet.
‘Easy, now, Princess,’ he whispers. ‘Take a hold of yourself. I’m going to take your arse, right now.’
He pushes so slowly that it’s almost crueller than one swift move. He makes me feel it in its entire length and width, the sensations creeping through my body, making my toes curl and my hair stand on end.
It doesn’t really hurt me and I know there will be that split second of pain that passes once he is fully sheathed, so I am able to concentrate on my role-playing, pretending to fluster and howl at th
e indignity of it all. ‘You are no gentleman,’ I dredge up from some memory of foot-stamping historical characters.
Lloyd laughs. ‘This isn’t Regency romance, love. I think you’ve got a bit mixed up.’