Behind The Tapestry Part 4
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The king arrived back in the early evening on the third day. He summoned his counsel and had them meet with him.
“Where is the queen?” he questioned them as he sat.
“Sire, she is handling a situation at the moment and said that she will reunite with you at the dinner table.” said one of the elders.
Unable to fully concentrate on the updates from the counsel, the king dismissed everyone with the excuse of being weary and needing to eat. He informed the counsel that they would assemble again after the meal.
The king requested a hot bath to be ready for him when he arrived in his bed chamber.
On his way to prepare for dinner, he stopped at the stable and called to his horse. As it approached him, it lowered its head and nuzzled into his neck.
The king kissed the horses nose and said, “That is from the queen. You brought me home safely and she thanks you.” He then picked up a brush and began to pamper his horse with long even strokes.
As the king approached his bed chamber, a handmaiden was exiting with an empty bucket in her hands.
“Your bath is waiting my king.” she said with a slight bow.
“Thank you.” said the king as he was closing the door behind him.
The king went behind the dressing curtain to prepare for his bath. He removed all of his clothes and was about to emerge from behind the curtain when he heard the bed chamber door open.
“My king!” he heard the queen say as she entered then closed the door.
“Are you in here my love?” asked the queen as she walked over to the bed.
The king stayed behind the dressing curtain, knowing that he could not be seen. He heard the the queen approach the bathing area then stop.
“Honey, are you here?” she asked as she leaned over to feel the temperature of the bath water.
The king swiftly emerged from behind the curtain. As a raptor quietly swooping down on it prey, his fingers dug into her as talons. He pulled her up and spun her around to him as a slight yelp escaped her lips. Hungrily his mouth met hers.
As he picked her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his head.
The prey met the hunters bloodlust of desire with her own. Their mouths attempting to draw the life out of one another. The embrace between them tightened as a python readying its prey for consumption.
Once they reached the bed, the king lowered her to the ground. He held her in place with a hand on her throat and the look of fire in his eyes. His other hand began to undress her. She did not move. She knew better than to move at that point.
But yet, she reached up and began to help the king remove her dress.
“Do, not, move!” the king growled.
The queen stopped for a second, then continued undressing herself.
The kings grip tightened.
“Yes my king.” she whispered as she lowered her hands.
Lowering her on to the bed, he laid her back, still holding her with a firm grip. With a quick swipe of his other hand, the rest of her clothes were on the floor.
Her right leg was lifted and he positioned his hard cock so that his first thrust went in her deep and hard.
He moved his hand from her neck and placed it next to her head as his animalistic pounding continued.
She reached her arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of her.
Her moans and screams where buried in his flesh as her teeth dug into him. The prey attempting to attach itself to the hunter. The hunter accepting the untamed reaction of the prey as they become one.
The fury of their passion continued. The king bent her over the bed while holding her head down as he took her from behind. Each thrust accentuated by the sound of skin connecting. The girth of the king spreading her as the head guided the rest of the shaft into her eager hole.
“Cum with me. Cum with me now!” the king growled as he continued to pump into her. Their wetness dripped to the ground at his continuous thrusting.
Her shaking legs gave out and she collapsed on the bed with the king on top of her.
Both of their breathing came in great heaves accompanied with slight moans and ahhhs.
The king and queen held onto each other and began to giggle.
“My king knows what to do with his prey.” said the queen as she leaned over and took a nip on his nipple.
“Oh! Hey! Why did you do that?” The king exclaimed as he grabbed his nipple with one hand and shoved her away with the other.
“You know,” she giggled.
“I do,” he said with a large smile on his face.
After bathing, the king and queen feasted with the people of the kings court. The reports were given about the land and people. Minor issues were resolved and everyone enjoyed their time together.
When the king and queen had a minute alone, the king leaned into the queen and said, “You have a punishment coming my queen.”
“For what? That little bite?” she asked with an honest look of surprise.
“Oh no love, the bites are always welcome.” smiled the king as his twinkling eyes looked at her over his goblet.
She did not question him further. She knew that she would not be able to talk him out of the punishment. She knew that she did not want to talk him out of the punishment either.
After the meal, the king and queen walked together through the flower garden. Hand in hand they enjoyed the torch lit pathway that wound next to a bubbling brook.
The hypnotic murmuring of the water over the stones, mixed with the aromatic air relaxed the king.
“Does this not relax you love? You feel tense and seem a little sad.” said the king.
“In the few days you were gone, I feel like I have been in a large field with flaming arrows being fired at me. I would run this way and that, not only dodging the arrows, but stomping out the fires the arrows made as they hit the ground. I know I should be able to relax when I am with you and we are here. But for some reason I cannot let go. I am enjoying my time with you and I am sorry I am not relaxing.” the queen said as she rested her head on the kings shoulder.
The king stopped and turned her to him and said: “It is time to retire to our room love. You go ahead and get ready and I will be in shortly.”
They kissed then each went in their own direction.
When the king entered their room, he found the queen sitting in front of a mirror brushing her hair.
“You are not ready?” said the king as he stepped behind her and placed his hands on her bare shoulders.
“Almost ready for bed. I just have to blow out the candle on my vanity then I will be ready.” she said as she blew out the candle and stood.
She took the kings hand and led him towards the bed. Once they reached the bed, the queen turned to the king and began to remove his belt.
He stopped her hands by holding on to her wrists. She looked up at him and realized that it was time for her punishment. When he told her to retire to the room and get ready, he meant for her punishment. That is why when he stood behind her while she was brushing her hair, the grip of his hands on her shoulders were firm.
“My king, I am sorry, I thought you meant ready for bed.” she said with a slight whimper.
This time, the king led the queen behind the tapestry. Unlocked the hidden door with the key he wore on a necklace around his neck.
He brought her into the room after lighting a single torch on the wall. The soft light bounced off of the ceiling and walls. Barely illuminating the devices, toys and implements the royal couple had in their room of love. Their room of release. A room that only they had access and knowledge of. Their place that, in public, they called “Our room” or “The room”. Of course everyone would think that they were talking about their bed chambers or maybe even their study room that they shared. No one even suspected that the royal couple had their own dungeon.
“Turn around.” said the king as he turned to her.
She obeyed instantly.
As he placed a blindfold over her eyes he gently kissed her neck. The binding was cinched tightly and she knew that the punishment was not going to be a gentle tease.
“Walk to me.” He said as he backed away.
“My king…I can’t…”
“DO not talk.” the king snapped.
She began walking towards his voice. Slowly with her arms extended.
She felt a rope lash around her outstretched left wrist and with a whirring sound she felt herself being pulled. She knew then that the king had the rope fed through a ring on the large, wooden “X” that stood in the corner. Her other wrist was also bound and pulled.
She stood facing the “X” in pure darkness. The blindfold shutting out all light. She was now bound to the St. Andrew's cross the king had made for them.
She was expecting her ankles to be bound next but instead heard a quick swishing sound and felt the sting of a thousand wasps hit across both of her ass cheeks, mid way from her back to her legs. She lifted up to her toes at both the surprise and pain. Once she lifted, she felt the impact of the second swat land a little lower than the first.
Her breath was rapid and accentuated with whimpers and moans as she would raise herself onto her tip toes then pull on her ropes.
The king could see two red lines forming in parallel stripes then waited until she was square again when he added a third. He could hear the queen stifling a sob in her throat as he walked up to her.
Caressing her now raw and tender bottom with his hand, the king kissed her back. He continued to soothe her stripes as he comforted her with his voice. “My love….my queen….my heart…”
Once the queen settled back down flat on her feet, the king backed away. She could hear him behind her but the pounding of her heart in her ears caused every other sound to pale.
She heard the king step in front of her. She concentrated on his breathing, trying to match his deep and even breaths.
His hand reached out and began to caress her right breast. Running the front of his fingers across the outer edge then the back of his fingers. Fully cupping it in his hand and raising the hardened nipple to his mouth. She could feel his moist lips as he kissed her areola. His tongue swirled around until it flicked her nipple. He suckled on her right nipple as he began to fondle her left breast.
He could hear her begin to moan as he pinched her left nipple then raked is teeth along her right one as he pulled his head away.
The queen felt something cold and hard clamp down on her right nipple and let out a gasp. She then felt the same on her left nipple.
The king tightened the nipple clamps. The silver chain that connected them glittered in the torch light. He gripped the chain and tugged, causing a low, guttural “ohh” escape from deep inside the queen. Another tug and queen bit her lip. The king then took a small weight and attached it to the chain. Each time the queen would move, the weight would pull and tug at different angles.
“You were such a good girl while I was gone.” the king cooed as he walked behind her.
“You dodged the flaming arrows, you controlled the demands of the kingdom that pulled on you, and you carried the weight of the kingdom on your back.” Said the king as he gently caressed her back and striped bottom.
“But yet, you chose to disobey me.” she heard the king say.
“But my king, you said the bite..”
Whack!!!
“OH!” she exclaimed as the kings belt landed on her back.
“And now you call me a liar,” said the king followed by another crack as the belt landed.
“I told you the bites are part of our love. You know they are always welcome. I reiterated that during our meal and yet you question my words.”
Whack!
Whack!
The four lines formed faint red crosses on her back that similarly matched the one she faced.
Whack!
Whack!
Each landing of the belt caused her to shift and move, causing the weight to slide on the chain and pull one nipple more than the other.
The king watched the new cross appear then, still speaking softly, he rubbed her back gently.
“You decided to disobey and remove your clothes after I told you not to move. You chose to test me.”
After a kiss on the neck the king pulled himself tighter into her.
“You were instructed to come into our room and get ready. You chose to disobey me.”
She could feel his hardness as he pressed into her. Pushing her up against the wooden cross. Each movement causing the ropes to bite into her wrists, pull her nipples and sting her back side.
He reached around and shoved a finger deep into her wet and dripping cunt. His other hand sliding the weight back and forth with a jerk and pull at random times. The king slid his now throbbing and rock hard cock between her legs so that his head peaked out below her swollen clit with each of his thrusts.
Between his growls and heavy breathing, he could hear the queens sniffling and whimpering from the punishment, turn to the moans of pleasure. Her submitting body had finally led her strong mind to a place of solitude and submission.
As she was getting close to climaxing, the king stopped.
The queen exhaled a long and soulful groan as he stepped away. The deep yearning of release stopped so that her body began to involuntarily thrust and gyrate.
“Not yet my queen.”
As the king pulled himself back, she attempted to lower herself and rock her hips to put his head into her. However, the king had her wrists tied tight enough that she was unable to lower herself.
Another moan escaped her lips as she felt him grip himself and glide his head to the tight hole that had only welcomed his tongue and finger. Fear washed over her with the thought of him shoving himself into her backside. But her fear was also met with excitement and she could feel an animalistic urge to press him into her by arching her back. As she began to arch, the king pulled back slightly anticipating her movement.
“You forget that I know you. I know what you need. I know what you desire.” said the king as he began to stroke himself.
She could picture his hand wrapped around himself as he gripped the skin of his shaft and jerked. She could hear his skin slapping on itself as his piston like movements intensified. He stepped forward again and put the tip of his glistening head on her unstretched orifice. Without entering, he continued to pulsate so she could feel his throbbing and lust with each stroke.
“Your three stripes were made with the shaft of arrows my queen. A reminder that as you dodged each flaming arrow and stomped out the fires, I will always arrive to protect you. I will be there with my water soaked shield to quench the arrows. I will hold you close to me so nothing will reach you,” said the king while his free hand reached around her and began to rub her clit.
“The clamps represent the pulling and tugging of the many request made to you in my absence.” He stopped rubbing her and released the weight then returned to her hardened button.
“The crosses made by my belt took away the weight of the kingdom you were feeling fully on your back.”
After these words, the king stepped away, released her wrists and lowered her arms. He caught her in his arms and carried her to the bed, cradling her. As he laid her down, he began to remove the clamps. The key to the room behind the tapestry had become caught on the silver chain that spanned between her nipples.
“Leave them my king. I feared them when you put them on, but now I desire to have them in place for a little longer,” said the queen as if speaking from a dreamy land that only existed during a time of slumber.
The king kissed her then returned to their room and extinguished the torch, closed, then locked the door. As he approached the bed, he could see that the queen had turned over to her side, exposing her back side to him. Each mark of his love seen in the light of the single candle still lit next to their bed. He cuddled next to her, extinguished the light then gently kissed her cheek.
“I love you my queen.”
“I love you my king,” said the queen as she backed herself up to him.
The king positioned himself so that his fullness entered her as she arched back into him.
They found their release.
Together as one.
They slept.
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