Page 28 of The Time Of Kings

“Hmm, sounds very well equipped indeed, but pray tell me, this dwelling in which you are staying… what is its name?” I asked, knowing what I would say should she be unable to grant me the name of the local inn.

“Erm… its name?” she repeated, stalling for time, something commonly done when being questioned with guilty lies upon the surface of someone’s mind. A mind that vexed me as much as it fascinated me, for it was one I strangely could not access. But then I also had to confess to never having such fun in an interrogation before. For my little thief was trying to play the evasive game like a professional, when in truth she had no idea who she was up against.

“So, as I may call on you like a gentleman,” I replied, as she now started to try and back away from me. As if any moment she would take her chance and run from the room, being foolish enough to believe she could actually escape me.

“I am staying at the inn,” she replied once more and, I swear, it was getting harder and harder not to laugh. Instead, I pushed down my amusement enough to inquire,

“The inn?”

“Yes, the inn,” she promptly replied.

“And which inn might that be?” I asked whilst taking note of what her hand was doing behind her back now that she had been allowed to make it to the door. But then if she believed what she was doing was discreet enough for me not to notice, then she was surely going to be in for a surprise.

“The inn in the town,” she added and, again, I couldn’t help but smirk as I asked for greater clarification,

“And its name?” I asked in such a way, my tone was easy to read as being suspicious.

“Oh, I forget,” she said, shaking her head and cracking the mud that had dried as flecks of it now rained down around her. She now looked even more fucking adorable, so much so, that I was near biting my own lip to stop myself from saying so. I also had to wonder if in sight of me doing so would have had the same effect on her in drawing her eyes to my own lips, as I had found her endearing action enticing me to focus on hers on more than one occasion.

“I see… and this inn in which you found lodging in, pray tell, how long have you been there?” I asked, causing even more discomfort on her part, as she fidgeted nervously with her free hand. Now pushing the loose hair back from her face and subsequently rubbing the dirt along her cheek in one long streak.

“A few days,” she replied with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders and again, with the movement cracking the mud on her clothes. But this was when I decided enough was enough, for I was about to tell my own lie in order to detect the one I was convinced she told.

“Hmm, I see… the same inn that caught fire three weeks past and is still without those promised four walls and roof in which you speak… that inn, you say?” I asked in an ungentlemanly way. To which she laughed. A nervous little sound that escaped before she thought to do the same, now tugging down on the handle. Of course, I could have locked the door with a simple thought, but then as she ran out the door, I couldn’t help but think,now where was the fun in that?After all, the preventive measure would have robbed me from the pleasure of making chase and capturing my little thief.

Something I did with ease.

She barely made it even halfway down the hall before I was sweeping her legs from under her. Now taking her in my arms and feeling my muscles relax the moment I held her slight weight against the heavy bulk of my own. As if for the first time in my long life, my soul felt centred and at peace. Making me quickly vow to carry her like this as often as I could get away with, without coming across as a possessive tyrant. A tyrant master who took the opportunity to make my demands when seeing a servant girl looking astonished by my brutish ways.

Not that I cared, for I had an important task to complete.

And first order of business…

“You there, fetch some warm water for my bath…”

“…Ihave an untruthful little prisoner to clean.”

13

TIED TO OUR SINS

Of course, the moment I managed to get her back inside, she tried to fight me. A discovery that no doubt made me a bastard considering I found enjoyment in this. For I was pleased to find that she was a spirited little thing, as well as having a colourful language indeed. Clearly, she would be a handful, and I could barely contain my excitement for the future ahead. Meaning all past delusions of what I would have expected from an Electus as being a submissive type quickly went flying out of the window. The same one she had no hope of ever escaping from.

However, her failure to escape me was not through lack of trying on her part. For the moment my back was turned, she was once more running out the door. This time tossing a chair in my path, so as to give herself a head start, foolishly believing this would be enough in stopping me.

When in reality, all it offered me was more opportunities to get my hands on her. More opportunities to lift her tempting body into my arms and feel her struggles in all manner of ways. Like the way her breasts would press against my forearm, or theway her delectable arse would wiggle against my crotch when I captured her from behind.

Hence why I actually allowed her to do this one last time before finally taking a firmer control of the situation. Although in truth I could have played this game of cat and mouse with her for as long as her body would have permitted.

After all, it had to be said that…Demons did love the chase.

However, the moment I could tell her mortal body was struggling, was when I said enough. In fact, it made me wonder what she had been through before this point, as it was clear she was exhausted. I had to then question when the last time it was that she had slept.

In the end, I decided to physically tie her to the chair, so as she wouldn’t accidently hurt herself when trying to fight me for a fourth time. Because in truth, she was my first mortal female I’d had to deal with in this way. So, I was conscious of her very breakable body and didn’t want to see it bruised by my rough treatment of her.

So, despite her clear vexation and after her last attempt at trying to escape out the door, I managed to toss her over my shoulder. Doing so whilst retrieving the curtain ties, intending to use them as a far more useful tool than the drapes ever could.

Then once I had them in my hands, I folded my body and deposited her into the chair. Keeping her captive there, I went to work on tying her wrists, one at a time. Doing so by holding my bent leg across her lap and being careful not to give her the full weight of my body. This seemed to be the most effective way of keeping her secured. At least until the first rope was tied, only dealing with her blunt nails trying pointlessly to claw into my back as I secured her wrist.

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