"Do you remember how I used to touch you?" Maven murmurs into her ear as he stands behind her. She gulps and nods her head ever so slightly, trying to forget those pleasurable moments from long ago. She tries to keep her gaze focused ln a blue vase sitting on a table in front of her, trying to distract herself fom what is going to happen.
He smiles wickedly behind her, and grazes his fingertips up her bare arm until his hand is just beneath her breasts. The goosebumps his touch leaves make her feel ashamed, and all she can do is whimper softly when the hand holding her leash tugs and forces her neck back and makes her lock eyes with him. Cruel blue eyes darkened with lust meet her brown ones filled with a pain and a hint of submission.
Mare's arched position has pushed her chest up and has become the object of interest to Maven. He traces the feminine curve above the neckline of the gown before palming one through the fabric of the ugly white dress they put her in before sending her directly to the king's chambers. "Do you remember how I would tease your nipples when you came into my rooms, late at night with only the shadows to hide you? How I would suckle, lick, and bite them and then take you as many times as I pleased?"
"Yes." Is Mare's breathy response. She begins to squirm a bit but Maven pulls the leash tighter, making her even more uncomfortable.
Maven's grin is a bit terrifying and he doesn't hesitate to yank the neckline all the way down, making her medium sized breasts pop out. He pulls away from her and now stands in front of Mare for a better view. Maven eyes the coppery pink points with hunger and cups both of them into his hands. His hands are warm, she realizes. Not as cold as they were when he came to visit her in the Bowl of Bones.
"Would you like me to do that again?" He asks as he leans forward. His hot breath against her collarbone makes her shiver and he takes that moment to squeeze her breasts
She hesitates for a second, meeting his eyes and staring into their icy depths. His wicked grin falters fo a moment and he trails a finger along her jaw line. Maven inches closer, brushing her chapped lips with his ever so slightly.
"What will it be Mare?" He kisses her cheek. Cal's eyes suddenly appear, full of hatred and betrayal. She shuts her eyes tightly to try and make them disappear, and to her relief, they do once she opens her eyes once again.
"Tell me." He orders softly against her neck. Mare closes her eyes again as a little moan escapes her mouth as his fingers flick one of her nipples.
"Yes." Is her defeated answer.