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Chapter 6

Offending Against Sensitivity

James

My Princess looked after him.

I smirked.

That was nice, something was brewing. I would be really happy for the two of them. I had never seen my Master so happy.

"He's never spent his lunch break here before," I stated aloud.

"Never?" she asked in amazement.

I shook my head.

She smiled happily.

The thought seemed to appeal to her.

She stood up, walked to the chessboard and laughed.

"He's so predictable!" she said, making the next move.

The rest of the afternoon and evening she read, looked out the window, walked around in circles, listened to music, played the grand piano once again. She ate something and drank a tea in the evening and at 10:00 p.m. she got tired, washed, changed clothes and went to bed with the book.

This time she didn't cry and I was glad. I liked this much better that way.

The Prince did not arrive until midnight and came straight to her room.

"Was everything quiet?" he asked.

"Yes, Your Royal Highness."

"Was she crying?"

"No, she was actually quite cheerful this afternoon," I said with a smile.

He looked at her, undressed and lay down with her.

I watched as he caressed and kissed her. She hummed comfortably and woke up.

"Edward," she whispered softly, and it sounded pleased.

"Yes Isabella, I'm here," he whispered.

They kissed and she returned the kiss, stroking his nape, his hair.

Then he began to caress her, over her chest, hips and spread kisses on her body.

"Please don't," she whispered, "please stop."

He did not react and continued to kiss and caress her.

"You are so beautiful, Princess, and you smell so delicious. Come, relax," he urged.

"No," she said firmly. "Don't do that, I don't want it like that!"

"Shh...", he said, "ease up. I'll make it nice for you, yes, I'll kiss you all over. You'll like it."

"I don't want to, please, please," she said, and I could already hear that she was about to cry.

Her voice was full of fear.

The Master had no regard for this. He became more and more demanding, tore her nightgown, lay on top of her, spread her legs and penetrated her.

She cried and sobbed softly, trying in vain to push away from him.

My heart almost broke, I felt so incredibly sorry for her. But I could do nothing at the moment. I knew he would kill me if I intervened or hurt her even more with rage.

He kept going, whispering nice things to her that bounced off her.

She put up with it.

He thrust into her in a fast rhythm and gasped arousedly. Eventually he climaxed and poured into her with a moan.

She lay still and cried.

Again he stroked her and asked, "Was it that bad? Why are you crying like that?"

She did not answer.

He had destroyed everything. The small delicate wings of romance that had just risen, he had ruined with one blow. Her trust in him was deeply shaken. I knew he had no chance with her now. He was so stupid.

"Talk to me!" he demanded.

"I hate you!" she said.

He winced.

"Isn't that a little over the top?" he asked.

"Surely not. That was the most horrible thing I've ever experienced. I hate you like poison."

At least this woman was honest - as always and he deserved it. What a pig, I thought.

He jumped out of bed and approached me menacingly.

"James, if you don't rein in your thoughts right now, I'm going to kill you! THAT'S ENOUGH!" he screamed at me and slammed me against the nearest wall.

He choked me brutally.

"This is my wife and I will do what I want with her. Is that clear?"

I was about to squeeze out a submissive "Yes, Your Highness," when my Princess, naked as she was, appeared beside him and looked at him.

"You are the most disgusting creature I have ever seen," she dared to say. "LEAVE HIM ALONE," she said firmly, but without screaming. "Keep raping me, beat me to death, do whatever you want to me, but leave him alone. He didn't do anything."

In disbelief, the Master looked at her.

"You'd give your life for this guy or give yourself to me?" he asked, dumbfounded.

"Yes. I don't have a life anymore, I don't care! James treats me with more dignity than you do. I would do anything for him."

Her voice sounded cold and hateful.

The Master let go of me and looked at her.

"I'm sorry," he said, leaving the room and going into his.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

My Princess stood naked in the middle of the room and the tears ran.

She quickly went into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

I cleaned up, remade the bed, picked out some clean laundry for her, and then just went into the bathroom too.

She showered forever, washing between her legs, and I heard her sobbing.

I gave her soap, shampoo and conditioner.

At some point she turned off the water and I held out a large bath towel, wrapping it around her and a smaller one around her dripping hair.

With tear-dimmed eyes, she looked at me. Then she stepped closer and put her head against my chest.

I wrapped my arms around her and stroked her back.

"Thank you, Your Highness, but please don't ever do that again. I can take a lot and I don't want you to put yourself in danger for me," I said softly.

"That was the one thing I loved doing tonight ... and it was worth it. You're worth it, James. He's such an ass," she said. "Sorry," she added, "that kind of thing isn't really in my vocabulary, but I can't think of anything else. He's ruined everything."

"Yes."

I understood her and caressed her, sharing her hurt feelings.

"It was so humiliating, degrading," she sobbed. "I don't want to live like this, then I would prefer to die," she whispered.

"No, my Princess, you can't. I'm sure everything will be fine. I think he's really sorry. He has apologized. He's never done that before."

"I don't care if he's never done it before or if he's done it a hundred times. There's no excuse for that," she said, adding, "It hurts so much. I had just started to like him."

"Yes, I know. I felt that and it could have been so beautiful," I said and she nodded.

We remained standing there for some time.

She cried silently, holding onto me, and I comforted her, stroking her.

"I could give you a massage, my Princess, so that you can calm down again and fall asleep?" I offered her.

"Yes thank you, that's a lovely idea," she said.

I spread out a bath towel on the lounger. She dropped her towel without restraint and lay prone on it.

What had I done to earn so much trust?

I gently pushed her hair aside so that it would not be oiled and began to tenderly caress her back. She breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed under the flowing movements of my hands. Then I briefly rubbed her bottom with the oil and then massaged the backs of her legs.

"You can massage the front too, James," she said as I finished ... and she turned around with a flourish.

I was completely perplexed, turned around, took a smaller towel and put it over her chest and another small towel on her genital area. Then I gently massaged her legs first and then her feet as well. She smiled because it tickled. But she remained relaxed. After that I took care of her arms and her hands, massaging each of her slender fingers. Then I massaged her shoulders and belly, her hips to under the towel, without moving it. The chest I left out ... I didn't want to offend her. She had her eyes closed and enjoyed my touches.

"Ready, Princess Magnolia," I whispered.

Slowly she opened her eyes and looked at me.

"Thank you, James. That felt good and was very pleasant," she whispered.

"I'm glad to hear that, my Princess."

I quickly left the bathroom so that she could get up. She still used the toilet, brushed her teeth and came back in her bathrobe. I still lovingly combed her beautiful hair and blow-dried it. She put on a nightgown and lay down.

"Good night, my Princess," I said, turning out the light.

Now she was crying again.

I went over and silently held her hand.

She cried herself to sleep, then slept restlessly, woke up frequently and screamed out in fear.

I heard the Master next door wandering up and down.

At some point he came in.

I was still sitting on the edge of the bed holding her hand.

He looked at her.

"She was crying?" he asked.

"Worse," I said.

He bent over her.

"I'm so sorry, Isabella," he breathed, kissing her forehead.

She winced, but did not wake up.

"What would you advise me to do, James?" he asked me, and I was surprised that he was asking me for advice.

"I am unsure, Your Royal Highness. She had just started to have confidence yesterday and had told me that she liked you and that you had a chance. But I'm afraid that's over for now. Now you will have to fight for her, intensely. Bestow her with nice things that will relieve her boredom here, keep her company without touching her. Take her seriously, especially in her wishes. This is not a woman against whose will you can decide something. She is a true Princess, Your Highness."

He nodded.

"What should I give her?" he asked.

"Hmm ... she can play the harp and has never had one. She could use paper, stationery and pens. Maybe a computer? She likes to listen to music. Maybe she would like an iPod so she can listen to them here too, or in bed? Find out what book she is particularly fond of and get it. She doesn't own any jewelry, doesn't even have pierced ears. Also, I haven't had a chance to get shoes yet. She has such dainty feet, I would have to go outside to a shoe store, because there was nothing suitable here in the palace. A teddy bear might be nice, the bed is dull and empty. A nice picture for the wall. Write her a letter with a poem or an apology."

"It's amazing how well you know her after only two days!" said the Master. "Will she forgive me, do you think?" he sighed sadly.

"If something like this doesn't happen again, I'm sure it will. But it will take time, I'm sure. I'll be happy to help you with that, Your Royal Highness," I said.

"Thank you, James," he said and with one last look at her beautiful sleeping face, he left the room.

She awoke around eight o'clock and I greeted her with a soft smile.

"James," she smiled, stroking over my hand.

She lay there for a moment and then got up, disappearing into the bathroom for a while.

Breakfast came.