the tip. She trembled. His nearness was stirring and heating her blood. "It’s a matter of honor."
"Do and I won’t finish the ceremony," she swore, forcing her tone hard to hide her body’s reaction to him.
"Oh, you’ll finish it wife," he promised, bending his knees and nestling himself to press hard fire into her very firm derrière. "Then, we’re going back to my home and we’re finishing what we started last night."
"I would rather die." She was frightened by the power in him. Pia had seen his anger, barely constrained beneath his simmering surface. "I’m not going back out there with you and I’m not putting on that dress. I hate dresses. I want my own clothes."
"Either you put that dress on, or so help me I’ll drag you out there naked," he swore. Zoran set her away from him. Despite his affectionate caresses, he was furious.
When Pia peeked over at him, his face was red with contained anger. She shivered and hurriedly put on the dress. Zoran took the tunic for himself.
"Come," Zoran ordered, as he pulled on his last boot. He dared a glance at her. Pia stood insolently in her black dress slippers, hating her outfit. She looked positively miserable in it. Her jealous eyes looked at his feet and he saw her jaw stiffen.
"No." Pia was outraged as she thought of what public humiliation he might plan. Suddenly, she saw that thin ties were in his hands. "I don’t want to and you can’t make me."
Zoran leapt, pouncing on her as he tackled her to the bed amidst her screams of protest. Within seconds, he had her bound and gagged. She cursed him, a muffled sound full of fire and vinegar. He ignored her, smiling down at her with a terribly aggravating sweetness.
"You must be punished," he said by way of an explanation. "I’ll not have my reputation destroyed because you hate dresses. I’ll not be humiliated by my wife."
Zoran threw her over his shoulder and carted her out of the tent. Pia tried to kick and jerk. Zoran was glad he’d gagged her, for her words were heated as she muffled curses to his head. Her arm hit into his temple, trying to strike him any way she could. His head leaned to the side, out of her wrath’s way.
Time had passed in quiet murmuring at the platform, as they waited for Prince Zoran to return with his bride. The crowd was most anxious to see what he would do with her, and they were not disappointed. A tittering laughter resumed amongst them.
Zoran came through their depths carrying his bride. To their merriment, they saw she wore the gown he’d ordered for her, a gag, and ties around her wrists and ankles. A smile shone widely on his face. He waved politely to acknowledge the crowd before turning around to wink at his mother. She shook her head in maternal disapproval. The King chuckled despite himself, causing the Queen to turn her look on him.
Pia glared at the crowd. They laughed back and pointed.
Her hair bounced and flew as Zoran took the stairs as if she were no heavier than a leaf. Then, with a firm toss, he set her down before the watching Qurilixen.
"Queen Mede. King Llyr. May I present Lady Pia of the Earthen people," Zoran introduced loudly, twirling her about to face them. To much merriment, Pia tried to bounce away across the platform. Zoran grabbed one of her ties to keep her still. Her body jerked to a stop and she growled.
The Queen waved her hand regally for him to proceed, at a loss for words.
Slowly, Zoran reined his bride back to his side, twirling the tie in one hand. Pia growled and shot him daggers with her eyes. He winked merrily back at her causing a long, muffled string of curses to be thrown at his head.
"Allow me to help you," he murmured gallantly to Pia.
Zoran smiled as he took the crystal from his neck and dropped it on the ground. Then, lifting his angry bride up, he brought her tied feet down on top of it and forced her to smash it.
A fog lifted from Pia’s brain as the crystal smashed. She grew dizzy, falling over to the side. Her eyes
"Do and I won’t finish the ceremony," she swore, forcing her tone hard to hide her body’s reaction to him.
"Oh, you’ll finish it wife," he promised, bending his knees and nestling himself to press hard fire into her very firm derrière. "Then, we’re going back to my home and we’re finishing what we started last night."
"I would rather die." She was frightened by the power in him. Pia had seen his anger, barely constrained beneath his simmering surface. "I’m not going back out there with you and I’m not putting on that dress. I hate dresses. I want my own clothes."
"Either you put that dress on, or so help me I’ll drag you out there naked," he swore. Zoran set her away from him. Despite his affectionate caresses, he was furious.
When Pia peeked over at him, his face was red with contained anger. She shivered and hurriedly put on the dress. Zoran took the tunic for himself.
"Come," Zoran ordered, as he pulled on his last boot. He dared a glance at her. Pia stood insolently in her black dress slippers, hating her outfit. She looked positively miserable in it. Her jealous eyes looked at his feet and he saw her jaw stiffen.
"No." Pia was outraged as she thought of what public humiliation he might plan. Suddenly, she saw that thin ties were in his hands. "I don’t want to and you can’t make me."
Zoran leapt, pouncing on her as he tackled her to the bed amidst her screams of protest. Within seconds, he had her bound and gagged. She cursed him, a muffled sound full of fire and vinegar. He ignored her, smiling down at her with a terribly aggravating sweetness.
"You must be punished," he said by way of an explanation. "I’ll not have my reputation destroyed because you hate dresses. I’ll not be humiliated by my wife."
Zoran threw her over his shoulder and carted her out of the tent. Pia tried to kick and jerk. Zoran was glad he’d gagged her, for her words were heated as she muffled curses to his head. Her arm hit into his temple, trying to strike him any way she could. His head leaned to the side, out of her wrath’s way.
Time had passed in quiet murmuring at the platform, as they waited for Prince Zoran to return with his bride. The crowd was most anxious to see what he would do with her, and they were not disappointed. A tittering laughter resumed amongst them.
Zoran came through their depths carrying his bride. To their merriment, they saw she wore the gown he’d ordered for her, a gag, and ties around her wrists and ankles. A smile shone widely on his face. He waved politely to acknowledge the crowd before turning around to wink at his mother. She shook her head in maternal disapproval. The King chuckled despite himself, causing the Queen to turn her look on him.
Pia glared at the crowd. They laughed back and pointed.
Her hair bounced and flew as Zoran took the stairs as if she were no heavier than a leaf. Then, with a firm toss, he set her down before the watching Qurilixen.
"Queen Mede. King Llyr. May I present Lady Pia of the Earthen people," Zoran introduced loudly, twirling her about to face them. To much merriment, Pia tried to bounce away across the platform. Zoran grabbed one of her ties to keep her still. Her body jerked to a stop and she growled.
The Queen waved her hand regally for him to proceed, at a loss for words.
Slowly, Zoran reined his bride back to his side, twirling the tie in one hand. Pia growled and shot him daggers with her eyes. He winked merrily back at her causing a long, muffled string of curses to be thrown at his head.
"Allow me to help you," he murmured gallantly to Pia.
Zoran smiled as he took the crystal from his neck and dropped it on the ground. Then, lifting his angry bride up, he brought her tied feet down on top of it and forced her to smash it.
A fog lifted from Pia’s brain as the crystal smashed. She grew dizzy, falling over to the side. Her eyes
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