Sorry this took so long

Sorry this took so long! :O

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He’s at it again. Pounding me against his boardroom wall in a vein attempt to knock me up. Dumb fuck doesn’t get it.

But this time is a little different. No longer does he chase her out of the room, but keeps her, traps her, verbally ties her to his chair: an unwilling voyeur. This time, Rissa watches, white eyes fixed on my frail form by order. She keeps her elbows off the desk we’ve just finished over, watching my shallow breathing accelerate with the heat. My legs are around his waist, my fingers are in his hair, and the fabric of my dress is hiked up around my waist.

Normally I would find this humiliating, of course. Normally the tortured look in her eyes would ignite the acid in my stomach – drive me wild with shame. But this time is different. Because I know with every new groan, every little pant, every slam he forces into me her resolve hardens – she grows more convinced. She thinks he does not deserve death? Ha. She’s learning.

I ham it up, just to be sure. I place a hand on the wall behind me, clutching at nothing, meeting her gaze and confirming plans, while she flinches and averts her eyes. (Against his orders.)

He’s angry. Angrier than usual, I mean. Ferocious, rougher than usual, taking me with new vigor and hatred I willingly return. Very recently something has gone very wrong with his meetings: I can tell. There’s been some odd twitch in his plans. But I don’t particularly care. He leaves more bruises but talks less and expects less out of me – a fair trade. The lovely thing is it makes it more convincing for her. Rissa must know, now, without any hesitation: this man must be destroyed.

And then the door opens without warning, my head thrown back, my mouth open, gasping for breath, his teeth in my shoulder and my eyes find the intruder before his, cheeks already too pink to show a blush.

The man – some councilman – that enters freezes, shocked, looks at his king and opens his mouth a few times, unable to manage a word. If this were anyone newer, younger, of any less authority, they surely would have fled. I think I recognize this man. Some friend of my lovely husband’s. Face still contorted all in embarrassment, anger, and even carnal pleasure I wink at him, teeth forming a crude smile. Against me my husband stirs.

Finally noticing the invader and turning his shaggy head from mine he barks, “What?” still inside me, but not moving.

“Er, we have new intelligence, my king,” the man tries. “It’s ah... urgent.”

“Do you still not have any details?” I don’t know what about. I don’t care. Probably the reason he’s been so pissed off, given the tone in his voice. Unable to stand the inertia I rock myself forward, and he grabs my hips, pinning them to the wall without even looking. Damn him and his damn strength. Damn myself for wanting the movement...

“Well, no... this is all so sudden... but as you know, your highness, this is a very important issue, and the danger is immediate.”

He pulls out of me then and throws me to the floor, like some discarded ragdoll. The cold impact shocks me for a moment, my legs already sore, scraped, and as Rissa comes instantly to my aide he makes himself decent, growling, “drop the formalities, Jade. You know damn well there’s nothing I can do without more information. I need to know when and where, or all these supposed warnings mean nothing.” I still know not of what he speaks.

But I am genuinely surprised. Who’d have thought my man would ever actually pick his royal obligations over sex? Nevertheless, I can’t help but feel insulted.

‘Jade’ sighs. “James, then, I’m sorry. I know it’s frustrating, but we still have to run over what we do know. The council is waiting in the main boardroom. But I can stall them if you want to... er... finish first.”

“Nah.” It feels odd to hear his name. I never want to say it, and don’t want to think it. Few other people speak it. James waves his hand, turning to me, still looking angry, but at least a tad more resigned. I’m panting and furious. He can’t seriously be about to leave me here likes this. “We’ll finish this later, darling.” Then he turns to Rissa. “Keep her warm for me.” And he smirks, leaving with Jade.

As soon as the door closes I lunge for her, unable to stay unsatisfied for a single moment longer.

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...Aaaand that was all I was able to clean up from the adult version. :( I really am sorry, everyone, but this story has simply gotten to difficult to keep clean, and I’ve had too many friends kicked off fictionpress to continue tilting over that line. So basically this story will no longer be continuing here – only on adultfanfiction. Again, sorry! ;O;’’