Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual
Chapter 38: Lydia, The chaste Lady

Chapter 38: Lydia, The chaste Lady

"I want innocence!, not some badly experienced spoilt noble child" he barked, angrily massaging her breast, he took her nipples into his mouth and as she gasps of pleasure it quickly turned into a screech when he clamped the peaking pud with his teeth, she tried to pull back, her legs now on tip toes she arched away from him but he is stronger, his arms snaked around her waist and she is bound up, he bit the second until they were both taut and almost bleeding, Suzanne is now reduced to gasps and soft pleas, she could feel his shaft rock solid and stabbing her thighs whenever moved closer she unconsciously drew closer rubbing herself against him for pleasure, only this angered him, he wrapped his big palm around het delicate neck right after letting out an angry growl, he watched her face closely as his fingers tighten their hold until she no longer flapped and is then beet red He released his hold and she greedily took in air to fill up her dying lungs, her eyes now red as tears kept falling from them, He smirked proud and satisfied with himself, he whispered impairing words into her ears, biting them once in a while, her legs shock and she craved relieve.

"You could have ocean blue eyes but you don’t" he pointed out randomly making her frown, her fear skyrocketed.

"Not the elegance, you lack it too, her soft-spoken, her shy gaze and prim shoulders, yet you dare to come to me?!" He snarled going to drop his horsewhip.

"That adventure you seek, I shall deliver" he declared and in one swift motion he swept up her legs, his in a wide stance and without precautioning he impaled her, burying his cock deep inside her, she squealed in shock, pain and unfounded pleasure, she was no longer dripping and is now in the arms of the most sadistic man in the empire, who is thrust harder and harder intending to reach for a spot in her that she is unaware of, his grunts mixed with her loud moans whenever she stops screaming he would spank her boobs angrily and ultimately she would resume her agonistic wails. Salvatore enjoys the helplessness, turning the table of pleasure into raw pain and then getting his own pleasure. He continued to thrust back and forth in a motion that was swift, rough and angry, she screamed when he suddenly bit a spot on her neck,

Suzanne wondered who the emperor was comparing her to and came short, a lot of ladies had black locks, and most of them could be the perfect ladies because they had tutors and nobles around them, ocean blue eyes though. She was startled by a harsh slap to her swollen bud making her cry out, she had heard stories about the emperor being a beast in bed but these stories had always ended up as jokes or compliments because every young lady wanted a beast in bed, she had practised with some men at the guesthouse so that the day she could be in the emperor’s bed she would not be a nuisance but a force to reckon with, she had thought she would seduce the emperor and have him begging for more, how wrong she had been because all she wants now is to leave this horrible chambers and never return, she could feel her feminine walls stretching, tearing and acquiring damage that she would never be able to recover from, whenever she tried to feel the pleasure in his actions he surprises her with another that let her know that he doesn’t want this woman happy, he is greedy with pleasure and wants it all to himself, their pain made him happy and she was a willing sacrifice. As an orphan, She had thought this would be her breakthrough when he had noticed her but she was only unlucky as she had been from the beginning of her life. She wept further as he continued his ministrations on her body, he must be done for the first time because now he was trying her legs apart towards the same pole he had used for her arms. She closed her eyes and hoped she wouldn’t die today because if the ladies had hidden one thing it was the fact that none of the ladies who had followed the emperor to his chambers ever came back out to the society.

Just as she was about to drift away the answer came in ’Lydia of the house Statham, an illegitimate whore, a hidden disgrace, the former betrothed of the emperor and now Lady of the City Critic Arley, the wife of Lord Theodore is the lady the emperor has been comparing Suzzane to all along’ she was the reason the emperor put her through all of this.

Two hours later.

"Your majesty, someone is here for you" a voice came in through the wooden door

Salvatore who was seated naked on the edge of his bed watching his art scowled at the intrusion before he said "I’m taking your head if you do not get a name" his threat was not to be taken lightly because he always carried them out.

"It’s Lady Liza of the house Statham, Your Majesty" the knight answered his voice firm and bold.

Salvatore left the bed with a frown, he took a pair of attire and slipped into them, looking as unruffled as he had when Suzzanne had stepped in, the same could not be said about Suzzanne, she was no longer whimpering or moving still tight bound on the poles, her arms supporting her fallen legs. He smirked before opening the big doors.

"I guess you’re keeping the empty fruit after all" he growled to the short knight.

The knight grunted "Thank you Your Majesty" his uniform was tight and firm.

Salvatore tips his chin towards the room he just stepped out of before instructing in a dark monotone "Get someone to pick her up, dead or alive dump her at the slave establishment" he

"Yes your Majesty" the knight nods frantically, Suzanne was a bloody mess when he reached her, she no longer had a part of her skin that didn’t have a cut that would most definitely leave a scar at the establishment. The knight shook his head wondering whatever happened to the emperor to make him this way.

"Now let’s see what the schemer has in set". The emperor mumbled as he headed for the guest hall.

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Night, Dining hall.

Statham estate, Critic Arley

Sitting on the head seat at the dining table, Julius looked around curiously and when he didn’t spot his first daughter he turned to the rest "Where is your sister?" he inquired with a frown.

Nobody answered for seconds too long until Shi’Enz squirmed and mumbled "She must be at a friend" her fork in hand

"This late? What friend?" he barked his eyes livid

Shi’Enz like the lady she was trained to be, replied in a relaxed manner "I am unaware of that information Father"

"You do not know? What is this, Gina?" he turned his attention to his wife who had been focusing on her food while he barked

"Julius Honey, you know how she has been this couple of days, maybe staying with a friend would help" she pacified her head giving a slight nod, he nodded along before sighing

"I want to see her in the morning"

"Yes, Father" Shi’Enz answered

They continue with their quiet dinner, forks, spoons and cups clicking, scooping and sipping, this is how it has always been the family dining while Lydia worked with the maids or was alone in her room, there is barely any difference in the dining after she left but the whole estate has become a tad gloomy and boring because there was no longer Lydia to bully to blame or to laugh at, now they’re all walking with frowns or fake smiles, Mira notwithstanding her upcoming marital union she is dismal and slightly confused, now in the dining hall Mira had been too silent and appeared lost in thought

"Mira?" the marchioness drew her third daughter out of her thoughts to have her looking up with a question in her eyes "Yes, Mother?" she said

"Eat your food" Gina ordered briskly

Julius started "We need to have a conversation with the emperor, despite being so feared, we need to know of his parents’ whereabouts before sending you off to him" he completed his sentence with a sip out of his cup.

"But father he is the emperor" Mira screeched her chest red

"What I said is final, we shall travel there after informing him of our visit and then talk about them, I have to make sure he is not the illegitimate child" he looked disappointed that she had objected as he said his growled words.

"Father!" she muttered in shock

Georgina turned to her husband "Julius whatever are you talking about?" she inquired with a frown.

"There is a rumour circulating amongst the men of this empire for a while now, I need to confirm," the marquis said, his face tight despite his wanting power and name to fall on their family he does not want the wrong sense of power, where the person with the crown has a real king behind him. He must confirm before sending his daughter there.