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“Caius, you agree? Is this new slave ready for her service to my realm?”
“Being yet a virgin, she is yet untried in her sexual duties, but she knows the meaning of surrender. I have little more to teach her.”
Mountbane nodded happily, and nodding to the dungeon master, he left.
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Some days later Charlotte and Rosaura left the dungeon. It had taken just a few short weeks to have the girl ready for Mountbane.
“So, wife, I must woo the woman,” Mountbane said as he caught up with Charlotte. She was making her way to the market on a mission for the castle cook.
“It would have been better had she not seen the way you punished me,” she replied.
“Did she take offense?”
“She has a sensitive spirit and is quite fond of me.”
“Perhaps so, but she needs to toughen her spirit,” he charged defensively. “This is not an easy place for gentle souls. She must learn to bear a simple remonstration without flinching.”
“That was hardly simple, sir!”
“And how’s that? I didn’t lay a harmful finger on your body.”
“But your wrath for me was undisguised. Your cruelty burgeoned.”
“And she must understand that, too.”
“I thought this venture was about caring—about love? Wasn’t that what motivated
you to woo her in the first place?”
“And my desire for her has not waned. In fact, it’s grown so that I can hardly have a whore or harpy, I’m so intent on having her.”
“Then be nice to her, treat her with kindness, woo her with gentleness. Have her to supper, send her flowers, feed her candies one by one, and follow them with a kiss to her mouth. Torture her with feathers and listen to her heart.”
“She doesn’t like the harsher means of love?”
“She loves that, too. But she wants a man who knows her heart as well as he can predict the sexual tremors in her body. Command her, yes. Insist, rule, instruct and discipline, but let her see what power you have for kindness, what great skill you have at sexual seduction. Instead of exposing your vengeful nature, drag up the softer one from the depths where it’s so well hidden in the bowels of your being. Woo her with that.”
“You mock me woman,” he said. His eyes lit sharply.
“And you don’t really care if I do,” she answered with a smiling sigh.
“Humph. Too bad I tired of you. You might have been a good one to grow old with,” he retorted.
“Should I think that a compliment?”
“Perhaps.” They strolled on, appearing more civil than they had been to each other in some time. “I’ll be on with wooing my new bride,” he told her.
“And perhaps seeing to your divorce.”
“That happens as soon as I decree it,” he laughed, and then pressed on to other places while Charlotte proceeded toward the market.
It appeared that despite the vileness Rosaura witnessed from the Lord Mountbane, she was enamored by his every word and gesture.
The man was not skilled in wooing from the gentler side of his nature, but that didn’t matter. Even when he was brusque, the poor virgin quaked with desire for him. His flowers, his kindness, a late night supper, and a stroll under a moonlit sky were awkward; and yet beside his whimsical torture of her body, they fanned her increasing desires.
“I don’t know how long I can last,” she poured out passionately to Lady Charlotte. “And yet, I feel so strange being attended by this married man.”
