Aldric: A Sci-Fi Warrior Romance by Jane Henry

Author:Jane Henry [Henry, Jane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Stormy Night Publications
Published: 2017-03-22T13:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Carina

He has woken before me the next day. I wake, but after briefly glancing to notice the indentation on the pillow next to me, I shut my eyes quickly, allowing them to remain shut for the time being. It is the only privacy I have in this place, when my eyes are closed, my thoughts unable to be read by others.

I assess my situation. I am unfamiliar with any type of pain that lasts. On Freanoss, pain is extinguished immediately, with either medication or electric nerve stimulation. Now, it seems my entire body is uncomfortable. My head throbs, my backside and upper thighs sting from the lashes of his belt, and between my legs, I feel a dull but welcome sort of ache. My muscles are sore as well. I wish for my head to stop throbbing, but as I focus on the other pain I am experiencing, I feel an unfamiliar thumping of my heart. I remember how his eyes watched me when his hands went to his waist to remove his leather belt. The feel of his hand on my lower back, holding me in position while he whipped me. It stung—oh, how it stung! I do not wish to be whipped again. But then why do I clench my thighs together at the memory, my breath shallower? And the ache between my legs. It hurts, but I’m also confused. I have been taught on Freanoss that coupling is vile, and my experience with the king was hardly vile. It was… exquisite. I lost control completely, moaning with pleasure, my head thrown back in ecstasy as every nerve in my body seemed to zing in response to his ways.

Despite all of that, a part of me longs for the ways of Freanoss once again. I feel too much here on Avalere. It is disconcerting. I dislike the loss of control I have here… the loss of control in all ways. I think back on the night before when he ordered me to leave the room unclothed, how I felt I had little choice—humiliate myself or face his certain punishment. And when he called me back to him—why? To prove that he could? Anger rises even now as I lie in bed.

“Time to rise, little one,” I hear from the foot of the bed, the king’s deep voice startling me. He chuckles. “I am sorry to scare you,” he said. “But we have little time to stay here. Much has to happen today, and lying abed will not ready our cause.”

I open my eyes, but quickly shut them again, wincing. The brightness in the room hurts my head. I hear him come to my side, and feel the bed sinking under his weight. His large, warm hand descends on my head, a bit of the pain lifting with the pressure of his palm.

“Are you in pain?” he asks.

I nod. “Yes, my lord.”

“Tell me. Where does it hurt?”

My stomach churns from the effort it takes to speak through the pain.

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