049
Isolde
Isolde waited tirelessly for the lord’s arrival. She moved restlessly around her chamber, but he never showed up.
She felt somehow relieved he didn’t come again, and when her bones got exhausted, she slumped onto the bed and dozed off.
Her sleep was peaceful. The soft sheets caressed her back. She didn’t dream this time, which was good. However, sometime into the night while Isolde was enjoying her sleep, she felt a towering presence in the room.
She tossed with a sigh on the bed, fluttering her eyes open. She yelped and cursed, unknowingly slipping off the bed. She crashed onto the floor with a sickening thud and winced.
Her teeth chattered from fear. The blood rushed through her veins, hammering in her ears.
“This isn’t a dream, right?” she thought to herself, finding it difficult to move.
Just like in her past dreams, the figure hid in the shadows, silently. He was watching her, and only his rare eye color shone in the dark room.
Scrambling up, she hurriedly lit the bedside candles, illuminating the room. Now, coupled with the silvery glow of the crescent moon and the lighted candles, Isolde could make out the outline of the man in the dark.
It was the lord, she realized. He was seated emotionlessly as he did in her dreams. When did he enter that she didn’t know?
She gazed at him intently, knowing he was watching her, probably able to hear how her heart was pounding. He was seated cross-legged, a hand perched over his jaw.
“Why have you come?” she stuttered, daring to speak. Of course, her voice betrayed her fear of him.
The seat cracked when he stood up. They stood on opposite sides of the bed, staring wantonly at each other. Isolde assumed his expression bordered on anger and hatred. She figured he must have found out what she did to Edrand.
She’d be damned if she ever felt guilty.
“You hurt him….” He drawled. His voice was gravel and ice, chilling her spine. She almost forgot how to breathe appropriately.
“He attacked me first…” She boldly spat, heaving.
Gods, his gaze was doing so many things to her. She felt hot inside, like she was placed in a furnace.
“Lies!” He roared, startling her. She saw his eyes change color a little bit. “Edrand would never do that! Edrand would never hurt you.”
“You’re blinded, aren’t you?” She said, recalling what Roga told her about the Lord. He blindly believes all that Edrand says. “Blinded to see what’s right before you! Do you think that he is innocent?”
He hissed, grunting, but that didn’t stop Isolde from ranting.
“He is evil much more than you’d ever realize. He’s just like you. A monster,” She gnashed her teeth as they stared at each other heatedly again.
The lord scoffed. “Here you are talking about evil, yet you knew that wolfbane and silver are deadly to my kind, and yet you waterboarded him with it.” He shook his head. “Why do you want my male dead?”
“I wish I had spiked the water myself. I wish I added more deadly things to it and held him in the water until he was no longer breathing. Unfortunately, I didn’t! What does it matter what I say anyway?” She stepped forward.
Draco dragged his gaze down her petite, curvaceous frame. His heart was galloping.
With her shaggy long hair whispering down her back, she looked amazing under the blend of natural light coming through the windows and the candles glowing in the room.
She’d been the one he’d been thinking about. Her thoughts consumed him. All the while he lay with Edrand, Draco felt nothing for him.
But here he stood, wrung with need and desire. Gods be damned, it made him burn.
Draco drew his fingers into a knot, dealing her an intense look. Whose words would he believe now?
Hers or Edrand’s?
It doesn’t matter now. He’d come for punishment. That was all that mattered now.
“Punish me!” Isolde blurted, her eyes bulging. “Come on, do it. That’s what you’re here for anyway. Do it.”
“You’re right.” Draco closed in a bit. He wanted her to feel his drowning aura. He wanted her to weep at his domineering presence. “A god never forgets to punish defaulters, eh?” A dark smirk loomed on his face.
Isolde panted, struggling for breath. He said something about being her god in her dream. And now here he was in person, ready to mete out punishment on her.
She felt equal parts scared and excited, and she hated herself for it. Only someone sick in the head would act the way she was acting.
“Take off your clothes!” Draco’s command boomed, jerking her heart.
With a long exhale, Isolde clutched the straps of her dress and pulled it down her arms. The dress rolled off her body, revealing her breasts and peaked pink nipples.
Her body was covered with chills as Draco skirted his eyes all over her. They lingered on the carving on her torso.
Seeing that word ‘mine’ again goaded Draco. He wanted to touch it so badly.
With a mountain of effort, he held himself back. No touching, he told himself.
His eyes drifted past her belly button to the patch of soft dark hair on her groin. He loved how sexy she looked.
Draco felt his cock rising, brushing over the fly of his breeches. He hungered to bring it out, clutch it before her, and wank it while she watched.
Fuck! He moaned inwardly, steeling his spine. No touching, he reminded himself again.
“Lie on the bed and spread your legs,” He ordered, his voice gruff.
Need, fuck, he needed to feel her; it was driving him crazy.
Her supple breasts jiggled and bounced as she scrambled to obey. Isolde couldn’t stop the buzz of excitement that rolled through her.
She hated this male, yet everything about him made her burn with desire. For tonight, she’d discard whatever hatred she has for him and bask in this punishment.
She had to, or else she’d go insane, and that wouldn’t end well for her.
When she lay on the bed and spread her legs as commanded, Draco groaned.
The sight of her pink petals, wet and glistening, made him dizzy with excitement. Just like Isolde’s nipples pebbled, his equally grew taut.
He walked back to the table and brought the wand he arrived with. Turning back to Isolde, he commanded her.
“Touch your nipples,”
Her eyes gleamed. She swallowed hard and raised her fingers to her puffy nipples. The first touch under his hot gaze made her shiver. She paused, trying to let the sensitivity of her nipples reduce.
Isolde gasped when she felt Draco spanking her pussy with the wand. Her mouth dropped open in a gasp.
“Touch them!”
And she did.
She held his eyes and plucked perfectly at her two peaks. The nub turgid and enticing. His mouth watered.
The more Isolde touched herself, the greater the moan built at the back of her throat.
Draco trailed the wand up and down her thick, curvaceous thighs, landing it back on her sex when she relented in playing with her nipples. A luscious wet sound echoed when he spanked her pussy with the wand again.
“Fuck!” Draco bit back the curse word. Violence occurring inside him as his need and rational mind battled.
“Hmmm….” Isolde moaned, her head dropping backward. Her ass bucked off the bed when Draco rendered her another spank. The wand landed softly, sensually over her pussy lips.
“A girl is not supposed to moan when getting punished!” He growled. “Do you hear me?”
“Hmm,” She hummed, clasping a hand over her mouth. “I won’t…do it…”
“That’s right, you shouldn’t…” He drawled, holding her mushed gaze as he tickled and teased her clit with the wand.
The sound rippling across the room was so wet. So appealing. Draco doubted there was anything that sounded so good and unique as the sound emanating from her sex as he roved the wand over it.
Isolde’s hips arched off the bed as he incessantly played with her clit. She was over the moon.
“I never asked you to stop touching your nipples, did I, female?”
She shrieked and went over to continue plucking her turgid nipples, but Draco growled.
“No need! I have better plans…” He grinned, pushing away from her.
Isolde gazed at him with confusion. Her eyes skated around as the lord said “come in” to someone.
The door to her chamber slithered open, and someone stepped in. Her eyes went wide at the male she saw standing by the door.
She roamed her flayed eyes back at the lord, wondering what he was up to.
TBC.