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AN:M, VERY M, MELT YOUR SCREEN M AND A BIT OF BONDAGE BC I SAID SO ;)
Locking the door behind them, Henry picked Catherine up around her hips and carried her to the desk in the room. Laying her down, his hungry hands tried to undo the laces of her dress from underneath her as she teased him with her hand and pushed his pants off his hips. Blind in his passion from her soft caresses, he barely heard the rip of her dress. What he did hear, however, was the feral moan that escaped her lips.
"I…always…hated…" She gasped as he tore her gown more and started kissing the exposed skin of her chest, "This dress."
"Remind me to have dozens of these made so I can rip each and every one of them from your body." Henry growled.
"How very…" Catherine moaned and hugged his head to her bosom as he flicked his tongue into their valley, "Barbaric of you, Henry."
"Well, you do bring out the passionate nature in me, wife." Henry said as he grabbed her hands and held them above her head.
"Do I? I've hardly noticed, husband." Catherine countered as he held her hands with just one hand as he lifted her skirts with the other and took himself in hand, placing himself between her thighs.
"Let me enlighten you then, my dear." He smirked as he pressed her opening with his tip, causing them both to moan.
"If you wish, my King." Catherine tried to say nonchalantly but sounded more like a whimper in reality.
Henry, however, didn't want her complacency. He wanted her begging him for it. Entering her minimally, he felt her sigh more then he heard it as he retracted and pleasured her with running his tip along her folds. Catherine squirmed and inhaled deeper as he toyed with her. She wouldn't beg him for it. Queens never beg. Biting her lip, she determinedly decided to win this round. He would give in first. She looked into his eyes defiantly when he came up to kiss her lips. He only smiled back seductively at her before nibbling on her lips as he thrust against her inner thigh, her gasp causing her lips to open to his tongue. As he teased her with his tip, he did the same with his tongue, never entering her fully as he skimmed across her lips, as his free hand now plundered her breasts. With every thrust against her, with every flick of his tongue, and with every squeeze of her breast her defiance slipped. Her eyes betrayed her struggle and she couldn't stop the sounds that flowed from her throat. Her breathing came quicker now as she shuddered under him. Kissing him desperately now, trying to hold off longer for her stubborn nature would allow nothing less, she tried showing him how badly she needed him. Maybe that would suffice? Squeezing her thighs around him she arched as he thrust against her. She gasped when he entered her slightly. Yes, again, oh that's what she needed!
Understanding her need, but wanting to hear her say the words, Henry kissed down her chin to place feather light kisses across her neck and up to her ear.
"Starting to feel a bit more compliant, my dear? You certainly feel very welcoming." Henry whispered into her ear before going back to suck on her neck.
"Hen-ry!" Catherine groaned weakly as he removed his member once more to drive her even more crazy. Oh, he would pay for this later. She hadn't felt this shaky and out of control in so long. Her legs shook around his waist. She desperately tried to catch her breath to calm herself, but she was past the point of return. She needed him to release her and she needed him to do it now.
Catherine felt Henry's rumble of laughter in his chest at her weakened state. He knew the effect he had on her and Catherine hated it and loved it. Damn that man and all his charm! One day she swore she wouldn't need him, but that day wasn't today. Today she needed everything he would give her.
"What is wrong, my sweet?" Henry asked her lowly, knowing full well the answer as he now lightly caressed up and down her arms after he let her wrists go. "You are utterly trembling."
"My love, please!?" She asked headily when he kneaded her hips in his strong palms, her arms grasping his clothed shoulders.
"Please what, darling?" Henry growled out when she started kissing his neck.
"I need you." Catherine mumbled against his hot skin, as she placed her open mouthed kisses along his jaw.
"For?" He croaked as she untied his shirt revealing his chest and ran her tender hands across all his hard and soft places.
"Why did I marry such an impossible man?" Catherine grumbled as she ran her hands around his back to grab his ass.
"I want…" Henry couldn't help the yelp of surprise when she slid her velvet tongue across his nipple. "Specifics, Catherine."
Running her hands back up his chest to wrap her arms around his neck, she pulled his lips to hers for a breath of a kiss before moaning, "Fuck me, Henry."
Pulling back to smirk down at her, Henry replied, "My, my, aren't you in a hurry today, wife."
"Shut up." Catherine breathed out before bringing him to her lips again for a searing kiss.
Without a breath of air between them Henry finally breached her folds, slowly and sensually, becoming one with her. Catherine spilled his name from her lips like a prayer as he pulled out, only to fill her more. Running his hands up her back he grasped her shoulders from behind on the third thrust filling her fully. Spurred on when she called out to him, Henry grinded into her harder.
Writhing beneath him, Catherine clasped his flesh under her nails as her head snapped back and she screamed his name, uncaring if anyone heard, too lost in her need for release. Oh, she was getting closer. She could feel the heat inside herself ready to explode.
Unbeknownst to either of the couple, someone had heard their activities and had taken it the completely wrong way. On the way down the hallway, Kenna had spotted a book on the floor and had insisted on returning it to the Library, especially when she saw exactly what it was. A book of that nature certainly couldn't be left lying around in the hallways. Before being able to return the book, however, Kenna and Bash had upon reaching the door heard the King inside obviously in the throes of passion with some woman. Under normal circumstances, they both would have turned and ran the other way. Who, after all, wanted to willingly interrupt Henry when he was…in the midst of his favorite activity? You would obviously meet with his wrath, but these weren't normal times. Kenna had told Bash of the dead girl and the King's change to more violent ways in his taking of women so risking his wrath could very possibly save some unsuspecting life. Both were still very hesitant until they heard a scream from inside which was obviously female. Throwing caution to the wind and finding the door locked, both started knocking on the door.
Quite willing to ignore the disturbance and much too caught up in the ecstasy written on Catherine's face to care, Henry increased his speed of his thrust, his veracity bringing his Queen closer to her peak.
"Henry, are you sure we shouldn't…" Catherine tried to say, meaning to answer the door before being cut off by his hungry kiss as he now pressured her between her legs while he rammed her furiously.
There wasn't any way he would be stopped by a little disturbance, not when she was so close and especially not when he was fucking her as he was now. He would surely be crazy if he stopped. Arching against him, Catherine felt her release approach as he centered himself and drove faster, harder, and deeper until she released his name into the air as her body released her sweetness onto his hard cock. Her body did all it could to cradle him tightly within her walls as she stopped his movements completely, her legs wrapping around and holding him in place as she shook around him. Peppering her with kisses, Henry sang her praises into her ears, his little Medici vixen. How she did please him just with her coming. No woman came like his Caterina, he was sure of that. She showed him her gratitude in every moan, every touch and every kiss. How had he ever chosen another over her? With the scent of her sex filling his nostrils, he thought he must have been crazy for years. Maybe now, he was just finding his sanity, and maybe it had always been in her arms. As she came back down to earth, she was met with Henry's proud smirk and something else she couldn't read in his eyes.
The sound of the increasing banging on the door interrupted her thoughts before she could ponder exactly what was behind his dark gaze. Extremely pissed at being interrupted, Henry pulled out without his release to attempt to get rid of the couple at the door. Catherine halted him, however, when she pulled him back by his shirt.
Pecking him softly, she told him to let her take care of it. "If you go to the door, husband, I'm afraid you won't be able to hide…this." Catherine said as she stroked his shaft, causing Henry to hiss. "I'm a bit more presentable."
"Yes, I'm sure my Queen with her ripped dress is much more ready to be presented publicly." Henry grinned at her with a roll of her eyes.
"And whose fault is that?" Catherine countered as he sat her up and she stood to try and smooth her dress.
"Mine, and I can't wait to do it again." Henry smiled genuinely at her, her rumpled appearance doing nothing to calm his frazzled nerves.
Catching his eyes and that look on his face melted Catherine's heart. She felt like his fourteen year old bride again. He used to give her that look all the time before…well, before they became the people they were today. She couldn't let her heart speak in this matter. She had to keep doing this for the fun of it and for the kingdom and the safety of her family. This was about keeping him busy and satisfied so that he wouldn't kill any more women and put all their lives in danger. The past love they had shared was gone forever. This wasn't about that at all. This thing between them was lust, plain and simple. At least that's what her head told her heart. She shivered against his hand as he pushed the fallen sleeves to cover her arms.
Bash's threats of having the door taken off the hinges brought them both out of their trance.
"I'll only be a moment and then we can continue." Catherine soothed Henry's now boiling temper with a hand to his chest before strutting to the door.
Swinging it open only enough to let herself be seen, Catherine would have almost smiled at the matching perplexed looks on their faces if it hadn't been for their rude interruption.
"What is the meaning of this? How dare you disturb your King during his meeting? We were discussing very important matters of state."
Bash blushed as he viewed his father's wife's appearance. He had always secretly thought Catherine pretty, although her sharp tongue and her hatred of him because of his mother had always made him very wary and uncomfortable in front of her. It was clear to see what kind of "meeting" they had been in. Her gown was clearly falling off as its laces were untied, her skin was a rosy pink and from the sounds she had been making she had clearly been close to, well…
"We, uhmm, just, ugh…" Bash stuttered as he looked at his feet and placed his hands conveniently before him.
Thankfully, Kenna spoke up in a hushed voice to save them all from his stuttering. "We were on our way to return this book we found when we heard someone scream and were worried about the King and whatever woman he was entertaining, your Grace. Is everything alright?"
Catherine rolled her eyes. How idiotic of the young woman to even ask. If she had been in trouble would she still be standing here clearly trying to get rid of them?
"Everything was perfectly fine as of a few minutes ago before you started banging on the door. I suggest that if you both want to keep your heads that next time your King is in meetings with his wife that you be sure not to disturb us. It could cause the meeting to end badly which would make whomever caused it to end meet with my extreme displeasure." Catherine threatened snippily before grabbing the book from Kenna and shut the door on them.
Henry couldn't help but chuckle at his wife. She had surely scared the intruders out of a good year's growth. He doubted either of them would ever look her in the eye again.
Henry licked his lips when Catherine, after closing and locking the door on the shell-shocked couple, let her ripped dress slip to the floor, revealing herself in just her corset and stockings and set the book down on the closest chair. His naughty Queen gave her King her most seductive smile before lazily walking back over to him.
"I am sorry, my King, for the disturbance, but I am assured we won't be interrupted again." She smiled up at him as she slid her fingers slowly down his chest.
"I highly doubt it. No one threatens quite like you, wife." Henry said proudly.
"Well, I don't like to be disturbed when…well, when…" Catherine stumbled over her words as his eyes traced down her frame.
"When your husband is, oh what was that thing you wanted me to do to you again?" Henry asked mockingly as he tried to look like he was thinking hard. "Oh yes, I do believe the words you used were, 'fuck me, Henry, please!'"
"You had driven me to the brink of madness. You were torturing me!" She exclaimed as she looked into his dark eyes.
"And you enjoyed every minute of it. Don't even try to deny it." He challenged.
"I never said I would deny it." She said laughing lightly. "You are quite skilled in making me love the torture that you give me."
Her words meant more than either of them were ready to admit in that moment and they both knew it. So instead of confronting it, Catherine returned to the game at hand. Henry was still very much erect and if the lust in his gaze didn't confirm it, the way he shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot did.
"Tell me now, Henry," she questioned as she pulled the belt from his pants and stroked the supple leather between her fingers, "What do you want me to do for your pleasure?"
Henry, now totally entranced as he watched the sway of those hips that he had just pounded into before they had been so rudely interrupted, sighed heavily. What could she ever do to not bring him pleasure? Her every move brought him satisfaction, but if she wanted specifics…
"First of all, you may only address me as your Majesty during the rest of our session, my dear." Henry said authoritatively as he pulled her flush against him and cupped the back of her head whilst twirling his fingers in her hair.
"Yes, your Majesty." Catherine replied with a knowing smirk on her face.
Spinning Catherine so that her backside was pressed against his straining member, he pulled her pins from her hair, taking much jubilance as her remaining red locks cascaded down her back. He would love to grip her hair as she took his hard, throbbing member into her warm, welcoming… wait! He must stay calm. He wanted their game to last for a bit longer, and if he thought too deeply about what that sinful tongue of hers could do, he would bid her to finish him. He could have her do it, though. She had asked and she did have the most enticing mouth…but no. At least not right now. He wanted to exert his will upon her more before achieving his release. Brushing her hair over her shoulder, he started at her nape and placed a slow, hot trail of hungry kisses to her ear as he lightly skimmed his fingers up and down her arms, causing shivers of pleasure to vibrate through Catherine's body.
"Trust me, lover." He whispered before he secured the belt around her small wrists; loose enough to not leave a mark, but tight enough so it wouldn't fall off. "Now, what will I do with you? You have seemed extremely interested in experimenting in the ways of pleasure. Shall I show you more of what I know of this very…flavorful subject?" Henry grunted as he gripped her hips and thrust against her cheeks.
"Yes, your Majesty." Catherine moaned as he thrust against her backside harder this time.
Looking around the room, Henry's eyes searched for something to bend her over. Ahh, yes, that chaise would do nicely. His hands started unlacing her corset as he continued rubbing against her, kissing every inch of skin as more of her back was revealed to him. Kneeling behind her, he let her corset fall to the floor discarded. Catherine yelped in surprise when he bit into her tender flesh of her bottom. Soothing her with his tongue, his fingers opened her a bit before slipping one inside slowly. He hadn't entered her there before. She jolted a bit at first at the unwelcome intrusion, her body tightening against him. Catherine was unsure if she liked this idea or not.
Sensing her uneasiness, he stopped momentarily and stood, pulling her back to him. "I need you to trust me for this to work. Some women find it uncomfortable at first. It will be easier if you relax. If you want to stop…"
"No, I…was just…surprised. Do you prefer this?" Catherine asked hesitantly.
"I prefer," Henry said as he turned her to face him and took her breasts into his palms, squeezing them gently, "Whatever my lady prefers; whatever will bring you," Henry sighed as he licked across the bumpy skin around her nipple, "Pleasure. Would you like to try?"
Catherine's nipples stood to attention as the air in the room contrasted against the heat of his hot breath on her tender flesh. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad? "Did you do that a lot…with…others?" She asked lowly. She wasn't exactly comfortable with the idea, but she didn't want to disappoint him either.
Hearing the strain in her voice, Henry stopped his movements altogether. This wasn't supposed to be difficult. If she wanted to try it, that was fine. If not, that was alright as well. How to make her understand?
Taking her by the hands he led her over to the chaise and pulled her into his lap. "Catherine, this isn't about them or me, this is about you. This is still your decision. I want you to find satisfaction in our activities. If you don't it would disappoint me greatly. I want you to be confident in your own skin. That is when you are the sexiest."
"Are you sure you won't be upset?"
"Are you going to get off my lap, put on your clothes and leave me here in this state that you have caused?" Henry asked playfully as he rolled her hips against his erection.
"I hadn't planned on it, but now that you mention it…" Catherine flirted back as she tried to move from his lap.
Having none of it, Henry pulled her back to face him before rolling her onto her back, hovering above her. "You aren't going anywhere, darling. Your King needs to enlist you for his service."
"Hmm, I don't know if my husband would care for your proposition. He's a very," She gasped when he entered her. "Jealous man, your Majesty."
"Who's to say he has to know?" Henry said, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes as he drew out of her completely before plunging once more into her silken depths.
"Not unlike you, he also enjoys certain," Catherine pulled against her restraints, wanting to pull him to her more, "Activities, and I doubt I can hide from him for long."
Smirking, loving the feeling of her writhing uncontrollably beneath him, he pushed her arms above her head, and teased her nipples with his mouth as he placed her leg on his shoulder. God, he could go so much deeper at this angle. "Mmm, I see your dilemma. How shall you ever go back to him after being ridden by your King in such a manner? You are quite the delight, my lady. Maybe I'll just," Henry groaned as she rolled her hips up to meet him this time. "Keep you. Would that solve your problem?"
With a wily smile, she met his thrust again and moaned deeply. "As your mistress? What kind of a woman do you think I am, your Majesty?"
"The kind who wants more of this."
Driving into her with renewed vigor, his need for release now a burning desire in his loins, he took her full breasts into his hands. Feeling her clench around him almost drove him over the edge before he was ready to let go. He wanted, no, he needed her to take the plunge with him. He needed her undone. He wanted her lost to everything around her except for him and their joining.
Knowing he was close Catherine laid a hand to his chest, and tried to reassure him it was alright, but he was having none of it. It was all or nothing with Henry at this point. They had both come too far now. Catherine, his Catherine, all laid out before him, her flaming locks strewn about her made her look every bit the angel she was, the angel he loved, the angel he wanted to fuck like there wasn't going to be a tomorrow. Grabbing her by both ankles he had her lay flat as he lifted both legs in front of his chest before entering her once more. The force of him drove her farther up the chaise as Catherine screamed from this new pleasure he drew from her body. Gripping her hips he continued his assault upon her womanhood, claiming every inch of her he touched.
Every sensible fluid thought in her head disappeared when Henry started pressuring her more between her legs with his hand. She was so sensitive there and he was becoming an expert on which button to push. Sweat exuding from his pores, Henry tried to hold on to the last bit of control he had. Goddamn this woman for pushing him to his limit. Letting loose with abandon and the last ounce of self-control, praying it was enough he commanded her to come. "Catherine, now! You must!"
"I…am…trying!" She yelled.
"Stop trying and fucking do it." He screamed as he dropped her legs. "Now!"
On top of her, with her legs wrapped around his waist, his hand tangled between their bodies, he licked and nipped every inch of her as he fucked her until she was screaming his name with her head hanging off the chaise. He took her with every stroke full of confidence as she cried for quarter of which he wouldn't allow. Finally as the last of his strength left his body, the last of his willpower gone and on the verge of collapse he felt her tremble around him. Calling out his encouragement, her eyes met his desperation in her hazel depths as she pleaded for her release. Nose to nose, both heaving and tired from their ride with one final stroke they met their mountain together. The strength within Catherine's thighs squeezed Henry deeper as his seed spilled forth as her body thirstily drank up every drop. Burrowing his head in her neck, he cried out her name as wave after wave of her ecstasy swept through both of their bodies. Clinging to Henry for dear life, she kissed the sun as she circled it before flying back down to be greeted by his blissfully tired face and gentle embrace. Too tired to even think of dressing to leave, he rolled to the side taking her with him and cradled her safely against him. This was as good a place as any for a nap.