His hand lands upon the curve of my sitting spot, but there is no force in the deed. Instead, it explores me lightly, trailing over my orbs and running a line to my lower back. “Then it is my responsibility to tame you, to control you,” he says. “And you know, I think, just how seriously I take my responsibilities?”
I nod from over his lap, biting my lip to suppress the glee in my voice. “Aye, My Lofðungr,” I reply.
“Hmmm,” he says, the large palm at my ass stilling. “Did you truly refuse the King’s guard last night?”
I tense at the question, but nod into the bedding. “Yes,” I whisper. “It is true.”
“It was folly,” he tells me. “And I am going to punish you now for your own foolhardiness. I mean to ensure that you never help to endanger your life again, Aurelie, because you, my love, are just too damn precious to me.” His voice cracks at the final statement, and I want to offer him comfort, but his hand has already shifted, and the full weight of it comes crashing down upon my bare behind.
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