It’s odd, though. Without the towel to protect her, I’d expect to see her trembling. Even if she can’t see me, she must feel the heavy weight of my gaze. But she’s not. If anything, her own stare is challenging as it pierces through my hiding place. Like she’s daring me to come out.
With one maid gone and the other too busy digging through an armoire, a ghost of a smirk touches Ruby’s lips before her fingers slip down between her thighs.
Ah.
My stomach dips. Suddenly, this little ploy with the towel makes sense. Now who’s toying with whom? Yes, I might be impulsive, but I’m no idiot – with her maids still lingering, I’m trapped in my hiding place.
I can’t do anything but watch as she tips her head back. One hand supports herself on the edge of the bath while she uses the other to tease her rosy clit.
Perhaps my little Ruby is not as mouse-like as she seems. And that won’t do at all.
My cock twitches again as I struggle not to groan.
Your maids won’t be here to protect you forever, you scarlet-haired witch. You’ll pay for this.
Dearly.
Minutes pass like hours before the two maids have both returned and Ruby is wrapped in a new pink towel. But even with the towel covering her skin, it’s only when she’s swapped into a modest nightgown and seated at her vanity that my racing heart finally slows.
“I’m so sorry, Martha,” the princess laughs as the two maids comb her hair. “It appears my hair oil was here the whole time.” She scoops up a bottle and passes it to the maid innocently.
Of course it was.
The maid takes it with a smile and applies it to Ruby’s hair. “Not to worry, my lady. You’ve had a difficult night after all.”
“I certainly have,” Ruby agrees, shooting a scowl at my hiding spot.
It’s about to get a whole lot more difficult for you, my darling.
“Finished!” the younger maid announces.
All the confidence drops from Ruby’s shoulders. “Oh, but,” she stutters, “but what about my hair? Wouldn’t it be better to braid it?”
The older maid shakes her head. “Oh no, my lady. That would take far too long, and it’s already so late. You must try to rest before the sun rises.”
I can’t help but chuckle as the younger maid nods in agreement.
“But—”
“I really must insist you try to rest, Your Highness.” The older maid leads Ruby over to her bed. “Trust me, I’ve served your family for many years, and I know King Sol would rather his daughter take the rest she needs than be kept up by hair braiding.”
Dismissing the rest of her protests, the two maids help the reluctant princess into her bed and tuck her between the sheets. Then, they’re stamping out the fire and carrying out the tin bath, leaving Amaryllis alone with just a single candle flickering by her bedside – or so she hopes.
With a frustrated sigh, I heave myself out of my hiding spot.
“Stay back!” Ruby hisses, scrambling across her bed.
I’m too quick for her.
Leaping onto her bed, I plant myself on top of her, my hands and knees pinning down her limbs as she squirms beneath me.
“Stop it! Let go of me!” she yells. “I’ll call for the guards!”
With a heavy chuckle, I shake my head. “You’ll call for them, will you? Just like you did the last time? And the time before that?” My grip tightens on her wrists. “I think you’re lying to me again.”
Her lower lip trembles. “Please… I…”
Already tired of the conversation, I bury my nose into her neck, inhaling deeply. Every time she smells sweeter than the last – like fresh vanilla cake, berries, andsomething else.Something that sends all the blood rushing to my cock as a growl rumbles through my chest.
