The musical tinkle of golden discs signaled her progress. Jade could just imagine Akim lying languorously somewhere listening to her approach. He had honored the remaining time on their unholy bargain and left her to her own designs. But her 7 days were up and if the way she had been adorned was any indication she was going to be paying for his patience very shortly.
Without fail, she enjoyed his possession but she had never satisfied his lust after a long hiatus against his will. She was certain he would exhaust himself between her thighs many times before the night was through.
Riches such as she had only imagined adorned her in various disguises.
A river of gold divided the shimmering waterfall of her hair ending in a burnished gold emblem that rested on her forehead.
Hammered gold dripped from her ears and neck.
Gold had lovingly been fashioned into a thin sash and layered twice around her slender waist.
Yet more gold embraced the fine bones of her wrists.
Semi-precious gemstones were affixed in a seemingly random pattern along her attire flashing garnet and amethyst fire with every step she took. She was certain the sum total of her apparel and accessories matched or exceeded the GDP of half the nations in the world.
The temptation was strong to smear the kohl from her eyes and wipe the stain from her lips and run screaming into the night away from Akim and his ruthless possession, but she knew it was pointless. He would only catch her, bring her back, and have her anyway, except she'd be guarded more closely.
Jade released a heavy sigh as she bore on, listening to the discs chime musically together along her left ankle until she arrived in front of him.
She paid no attention to her surroundings as she met his gaze even though it was her first visit to the royal bath house. Neither the smells of cinnamon nor vanilla were sufficient to distract her from her target.
He was, as usual, gorgeous. A perfect specimen of masculinity. A body that was more comely than even the statue of David himself.
Her eyes lit a path from his hard chest down to the straining length of his erect manhood. She lowered her eyes lest he read her desire to take him into her mouth. Apparently he had trained her all too well to care for his needs.
Her hands lifted to remove her clothing as she had been instructed. Present yourself to the Prince. Remove your clothes. Accede to his wishes. That had been Li'ir's decree. He desires, you provide. Period.
First came the top with it's collection of clasps along the back. Her hands worked industriously out of sight and eased the fabric away from her skin.
A part of her wanted him to look at her breasts--wanted him to acknowledge that they had been painted a dusky rose to match her lips for his enjoyment. Acknowledge with the passion in his eyes that it wouldn't be long before his mouth was there removing the rich color--but his eyes stayed locked on hers revealing nothing.
Next her hands took on the arduous process of unwrapping the yards of fabric that had been twined around her hips. With each yard that hit the floor she waited until she could unveil the field upon which he would plow his seed. When the last yard finally fell away she stood before him proudly. Almost defiantly, daring him to find fault with a body that had spent the better part of the day being prepared for him.
"What is your pleasure?" she questioned after standing in silence for several moments waiting for some signal from him.
"You." His hand extended to her in invitation. "Just you."
She took his hand. She had to after all. It was clearly his wish.
He guided her into a shallow pool of glistening water. The water was adrift with rose petals and lit with candles. The scene was set for romance but she was disinclined to be seduced.
Settling himself into the water, Akim positioned Jade between his legs facing away from him. He reached past her for a vial of scented oil and poured a measured amount into his hands. The scent of almond drifted up to her nose just moments before his hands met the skin on her neck.
She could feel the strength he held in check as his palms rested against her flesh. Oil ran down her back and between her breasts in thin rivulets as his hands stood still. His grip tightened for a mere second before his hands eased down the side of the long column, engaging tense muscles before sliding down her sides and massaging slowly up her sternum.
His hands passed through the valley between her breast and stroked back down her sides in a fluid continuous motion. How could a man with such large hands pass so close and yet fail to touch her breasts, she wondered. She didn't know. She only hoped his rigid control broke long enough to allow his hand to brush her nipples.
She knew the desire went against her anger at her captivity, but she always found it hard to care when he was touching her.
Her eyes drifted closed so that she didn't have to watch his hands and wonder when they would falter.
His hands swept over her skin in an elegant pattern that was indescribably pleasurable. Once more they eased over her shoulders before sliding down her arms and tangling with her fingers.
He drew her left hand from the water and proceeded to pour oil there as well before beginning a compelling massage.
He followed the line of each finger from base to tip, front to back, before smoothing circles around the center of her palm. He repeated the technique again, and again until she felt herself start to relax into him against her will.
She tensed up against him as soon as she realized what she was doing.
"Relax."
His warm breath disturbed the hair alongside her ear and caused it to stroke across her face in a small caress. She shivered at the sensation. Surely he had made a pact with the devil to make even her hair betray her and join him in his wicked seduction.
She stiffened even further.
His hands slid up to massage her tense shoulders and smoothed a path down her spine.
"Relax," he whispered into the back of her neck. "I only want to soothe you."
She turned her head minutely in his direction. She didn't want to fall prey to his silver tongue and yet there was something so vulnerable about his tone. Something so alluring about the fact that for once he wasn't demanding, he wasn't ordering; he was asking.
Asking her to relax.
Asking her to trust herself to his care.
His touch so far had proved to be non-threatening, non-sexual...if you didn't count the fact that they were both naked.
For her part, she was aroused beyond all reason.
She could feel the wet heat between her legs and it had nothing to do with the fact that she was sitting in a pool of water. If his fingers were to travel between her legs it would be a matter of seconds before his cock followed.
But, she acknowledged reluctantly, he was doing an admirable job of keeping his body under control and it wasn't his fault that hers was behaving sex starved. What would be the harm in allowing herself this one treat, she argued, falling limp in his arms.
Just this once she promised.
He continued massaging her back, his touch varying between a soothing light sweeping caress and a more deep massage intended to relieve her of tension.
If the kingdom ever dissolved he could definitely get a job as a masseuse she reflected in a moment of dark humor.
