Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual
Chapter 37: Leaders and loneliness.

Chapter 37: Leaders and loneliness.

Bedroom, Theodore Mansion

In a haze of lustful intent he drew her out of the seat, his fingers deftly moving away some hair to get better access to her slender neck, he traced his nose and abruptly swerved her to face him, and without warning he dipped in and took her mouth. The kiss is hard and barely restraint he pulls her taut and flush against his hard body making her gaso ultimately giving him a swift access unto her mouth, he swept his tongue in and they share a beautiful kiss, he tugs on upper lip after sucking on her lower lip like they were life itself, with great restraint he withdraws from the kiss only to dive back in with recharged electricity, his left arm on her lower back pulling closer with the right holding her head in place, while her soft fingers found their way into his gold hair and she ran it up and down with an urge to rip, she raised on her tiptoes and battled with tongues alongside her husband until breathlessness.

"I got you something" she whispered shyly after he lets get speak without attacking her lips.

"What more do I deserve than you" his words came out through a grin as he ran his fingers over the edge of her lips, she withdraws swiftly.

"You are the cheesiest" she mumbled pulling out a small box from the mirror cabinet, she had managed to fold the scarf into a box she made of cartons from the house store.

His grin widen "Anything for my lovely Gooseberry"

She hands it to him, and watch as he pulls it out, his larger than life shoulders and arms moving and keeping her attention, he pulled out the soft deep blue scarf with a knitted brow.

"Now you shall wear it whenever you go out as it is getting too cold this days, and you are constantly in and out" she said with a frown she never really knows when he goes out only when he jumps her.

"I never knew I would enjoy such attention from a woman" he sounded sheepish as he hangs it around his neck.

She pats it in his shoulder with a proud smile "I don’t want you sick" she confessed

"Whatever do you mean, from a woman?" she recalled

"From my wife I mean" he seconded quickly

She narrowed her eyes ass she starts to gently remove the scarf, he was inches taller so she stood on her tiptoe to get it over his head without dragging it through one of his shoulders, her husbands hot palm met her hips to steady her making her jerk closer into his arms before resuming her breath to steady.

"I’m keeping the scarf in your chest" she whispered

"The wardrobe please, I won’t forget it if it’s there" he responded holding her gaze, she nodded placing her palm on his broad shoulders

"Alright, I need to wash" she muttered drawing her index slowly down his arms, he released her and she steps out of his hold.

Theodore watched her with a heated gaze as she strut into the bathroom, ’What a little tease’ he thought with a smirk.

"Lie in my arms" he prompts, his arms widespread on the bed and her pillow, she smiled, her cheeks red and her eyes glued to his naked chest, she gulped willing herself to remain a chastised noblewoman, but her orbs drifted to his tight thighs bulging through his night pants, up his chiselled abs, his sculptured perfection of skin and muscles, he swallowed and her gaze draws up to his adams apple, the length and strength keeping her attention "Gooseberry" he said his voice hoarse and thick with intense emotions his voice luring her ocean blue eyes to his darken ones, he blinks and the heat seems to consolidate "Come here" his hoarse voice still hoarse and dark.

He watched as she crawls up to him with an urge to pull her not for a sleep but for things he would rather not indulge in a day before she leaves for her first big invitation, she lays sweetly in his arms her apple and flowery scent hitting him as her met his nostrils.

"Good night" she breathed against his neck but he growled as a reaction.

Moments later, a dirty silence stretched nudging Theodore into explicit vision before his wife asked a question that tugged him out of it.

"You didn’t invite the carpenter like you claimed you will" she asked her head looking up to meet his eyes, he held her gaze for seconds too long before clearing his throat, he rasped "He is out of town, in a day or two he shall be back" his alibi making her sigh

"We can’t have just any carpenter can we?"

"No Gooseberry, we are the enemies of the people despite leading them" he muttered darkly

"Do you think leadership would ever become less lonely and misunderstood?" she countered with a head tilt

"No, unless the leaders ever become of more numbers than the society itself" he whispered into the night and unto his wife, she hummed an agreement before succumbing to sleep too quickly, finally relaxed.

"And if Salvatore accept immaturity" he added moments after her soft snore met him.

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The Emperor’s Chamber

There is a woman standing in nothing but a camisole in the middle of a dimly lit chamber, she smiled and has an excited glow to her,

"Strip" he snarled

"Yes, your majesty" she purred, her black locks almost as long as Lydia’s, he had chosen her because of that, her slender arms and glimmering, but she lacked the colour of her eyes which is why he doesn’t intend to meet her eyes again.

He circled her with predatory steps making her breath fastened "Blindfold yourself" he ordered, his voice cold.

"I would very much enjoy to see you too your majesty" she objected her chest heaving and she was yet to be touched

"Now!" he snapped, she felt her pussy tightened at that, the authoritativeness and she was about to get into bed with the emperor.

"My name is Suzanne your majesty" she added her name quickly believing he must have forgotten because he hasn’t called her name once since they had stepped inside. He ignored her.

"Your left wrist... give it to me" he instructed impatiently when she took seconds than necessary to oblige.

"Here Your majesty" her purring is becoming intense, with her eyes closed she could only rely on her senses and full the journey through, he took her arms trailing his fingers till her wrist before slowly directing her to a pole, she gasped as she felt the cold of the pole, her back had touched it abruptly

"Shhhh..." Salvatore advised

"Yes, Your majesty" she mumbled her legs closing together to reduce the sensation consuming her

"He tied up both her wrist to separate polls before releasing a sadistic chuckle

"Your majesty?" she called curiously in wonder to why he was suddenly laughing

"Shut up" he snarled then she felt his heat draw away as he had moved away to pick up a whip

"All of you young ladies begging to be bedded by me, without knowing an inkling of what I intend to do to you as I watch you strut around in fancy dresses that covers all this damageable beauty" she began to say something but he raised his whip and it connected with her thighs making her scream in shock and pain.

"Don’t say a word" he snarled, his brow knitted

"Look at your skin so soft and warm yet you wouldn’t sit tight at home for the unfornate noble man or farmer that shall finally pick you, you aspire for the royal cock"

She whimpers as he starts to trail the mark his whip had created on her skin with his index finger

"Your majesty please, I don’t want to anymore, I’m so..." he cut her off with a hard kiss, he sucked and suddenly bit her lower lip so hard, tears started to soak her blindfold.

He cut the kiss stepping back and watching his handiwork with a smirk "Look at those blood, light and waiting to be spread" he added his thumb on it and pressed making drops of blood pour out even more, he smeared it over her cheeks and chin, his lips thinned.

"Tell me have you ever been bedded?" he brought up a question making her shake her head vigorously, scared of what he might do to her if otherwise

"Of course you have, the dirty ones are the ones that always approach the emperor" whip! whip! whip! He loosen his pants and let it fall to the ground forming a small heap, he turned to her slapped her butt chick with his open right palm, the action resounding and echoing from the room into the quiet corridors, Suzanne screamed and tugged at the restraint wrapped around her wrist, she is helpless and scared.

What is the emperor intending to do to her?