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After they dried off and dressed, they enjoyed their picnic lunch next to the water. “Who else has access to this area?” she asked as they lay back in the grass.“Only us,” he said, closing his eyes and feeling the warmth of the sun on his face.Without a word, they both had reached over to one another and held hands. Their fingers interlocked, both emitting a sigh. During the next week, the king would not allow the queen behind the tapestry. All he would tell her was that he was working on something that he believed she would enjoy. He would lock himself in the room for hours. The queen would put her ear up to the door to try to hear the slightest sound. However, she knew she would hear nothing due to the room being totally soundproof. The only sound she would hear was the tiny clink sound of the key turning the lock; the king would emerge with a slight smile on his face and a glint in his eyes. One night while he was reclining in his bath, the queen came in and kneeled behind him. She rested her chest on the bath and nuzzled her face into his neck. Her hands slid down his chest as her exhale became a moan.“Good evening love,” he said as her hand wrapped around his soft shaft. “Feeling a little naughty, are we?”She did not say a word but began to kiss his neck. As she walked her kisses down his shoulder then back to his neck, her moans increased in volume. While stroking him, she began to nibble and bite his skin after each kiss.“Join me,” he said as he moved her hand and began to stroke himself.She stood next to his bath and loosened her nightgown and let it fall to the floor. She noticed he stroked himself faster once she was naked. A slight smile snuck its way to the corner of her mouth, another confirmation that he really did get aroused when he saw her body. Whatever flaw she thought she had and tried to point out, he would kiss that part of her body and give her a reason why he loved that particular part. She knew he was sincere, but she also thought he was cradling her feelings gently and trying to make her feel good about herself. However, the slight smile turned into a giggling Fatih escort bayan grin as she stepped into his bath. She finally realized that it did not matter if she felt flawed; he truly loved every part of her.As she entered, he stopped stroking and ran his hands along the outside of her thighs. She lowered herself into the water and reaching down, put his pulsing head between her lips. After a slight pause, she lowered herself onto him. Fully. Deeply. Her hole, being stretched and filled. His shaft, being engulfed with the heat of her body and passion.“My king?” she asked softly, seductively as she began to rock gently forward and backwards. Her breasts swayed with each movement, her hands planted firmly on his chest.“Yes, my love,” the king said as he watched the movement of her body and felt her pressure on him.“What are you working on in our room?” she asked as she looked into his eyes and began to grind a little harder.“A gift, my queen.”She knew that trying to get any more information out of him would be futile. She had also learned that trying to use any type of sexual advance or play in order to gain information from him would not work. He would not say a word nor give any hint of an answer she wanted to obtain. Even when she became bratty or became his very slutty seductress, he would not divulge any information. That, to her, was punishment enough. She wanted the spankings, the tightness of the ropes or the many other wondrous ways he administered punishment for her bad behavior. When she would try to tempt him and draw information he was not ready to share, she would stop when a particular smirk appeared on his face. He would also answer with plain and short replies that let her know to ask no further questions. Just like the “A gift, my queen.” Nothing more and nothing less.Knowing that he was not going to tell her, she continued to rock her hips and please herself with him deep inside of her, collapsing on him when her orgasm caused him to fill her up with his seed.Another week passed with the king working behind the tapestry. He would Escort Fındıkzade not give her a hint of the gift, nor did he even acknowledge that he was working on anything when she asked if the work on the gift was going smoothly. He would smirk and say, “What gift?”She could feel the tension within her build. Everyone could see the calm and easy demeanor on her exterior, but only she and the king knew the tossing of the waves due to the raging storm deep within her core, her soul scratching her insides, ripping her chest, exposing her heart, infiltrating her mind with the maddening realization that she cannot have her wants and needs at that time. The king knew, because he felt the same way.At the end of the week, the queen woke up early in the morning. She reached her hand over to touch her king and felt the flatness of the bed greet her palm. The coolness of the sheet that met her hand informed her that the king had been up for quite a while. Thinking that he may have had some pressing business to attend regarding the kingdom, she got dressed and went to the kitchen. As she entered the kitchen, she saw the king standing at the pantry with his arms full of fruits and vegetables. Her face lit up as he saw her and he quickly sat the armload down in order to embrace the queen.“Good morning, my love. Have a seat and I will cut us up some fruit and vegetables for breakfast,” he said as he pulled a chair out so she might sit. “I ran the staff off and told them that I wanted to make a simple breakfast for us all by myself.”She watched him reach for his knife that he carried on his belt at all times. She heard the whisper of sound as the hardened steel was pulled from its leather sheath. The blade of the knife curved from the handle to the tip in a crescent shape. The spine followed the same contour, making the end of the knife a fine-tipped point. The king poured a little oil on a sharpening stone then began to methodically glide the side of the blade through the oil.Watching him work his blade back and forth made her smile, then bite her lip. She admired Gaziosmanpaşa escort bayan his steadiness and precision in the control he had on the direction of the blade’s movement. She shivered as if there were a cloud of electricity in the air due to the amount of concentration he used while sharpening his blade. His level of devotion to the care of his knife was topped off when he unstrapped his belt and held one end by his foot on the floor and the other end with his hand. He began to rub the blade up and down the belt, using it as a strop. After the honed edge was polished and realigned to the king’s satisfaction, he turned to the queen with a smile on his face.“Now, time to prepare your breakfast!” he said with a chuckle in his voice. His knife sliced through the produce with ease. Each apple, pear and melon offered no resistance to the edge of his knife. Once he finished with the fruits, he turned his attention to the vegetables.He started with the large carrots first. He ran his blade down one side of a carrot and created a flat surface. After laying it down, he used the fine tip of the blade to make long, shallow slices from one end to the other. After completing many cuts, he began to cut the carrot crossways.“Hold out your hand, my love,” the king said as he picked up a slice of the carrot.He placed the carrot slice in her hand and smiled.She held the orange gift up and gasped at the image. The king had shaped the carrot into a small butterfly. Each cross-cut created another butterfly that gradually became smaller. The details astounded her as she could see the shape of the body, antenna and the swallowtail sections of each wing.The king winked at her, tossed a little butterfly carrot into his mouth and began to make another creation out of the next carrot. The queen caught herself holding her breath and biting her lip a little harder at the thought of how delicate the king was with his knife. He sat a tomato on the cutting board and effortlessly pulled the knife towards the fruit. It seemed as if the thick and even slice of the tomato parted from the rest of the tomato on its own accord. She knew how strong his hands were by how tightly he was able to tie the knots that bound her, how firm the impacts on her bare skin felt and how vise-like his grip was when he held her body against the wall. She marveled at how his calloused and rough hands could execute such delicate and precise work.
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