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“I’ve been studying that book you gave me for our foreign guests coming in.” Dahlia informed Chevalier, running through the tasks and small tidbits she found interesting in her day to him as she brushed her hair. “I think I should be able to say a few phrases before they arrive. Thank you again, King Chevalier.”
“I’d expect you to be able to pick up more than a few phrases by then.” Chev commented. Dahlia was far from unintelligent, in fact she had proven to be quick with languages, especially when she used things like written text to study from. It seemed her penchant for books wasn’t just because she enjoyed reading, but it was a learning strength for her.
Dahlia paused in her brushing, her eyes meeting his in the mirror. “Of course.” She turned her head and gaze away as she returned to combing out the day’s tangles.
It appeared she misunderstood. He wasn’t trying to imply that she wasn’t working hard enough, or that he wanted more from her, just that she was capable of more. Despite them having been together for several months, Chevalier still hadn’t learned how to word things in a way she didn’t read too much into. She had a habit of overthinking perceived flaws.
His thoughts became preoccupied with weighing whether correcting her misinterpretation of his words was worth the effort or if he should leave it as it was. Dahlia would push herself harder to learn enough to hold a conversation on a basic level if he left things. But the probability that she would push herself too hard was also there, and it increased the more she thought herself behind him.
Dahlia set her brush aside and joined Chevalier by the bed. She had been staying in his room practically from the day they had become lovers. She still had her own room in the palace, but he just preferred to have her nearby so there was less distance he’d have to keep under surveillance. He could handle anything near his room if someone even dared to be a problem where he resided.
At least, that is how it started. But the more she shared a bed with him, the more of his evening was occupied by routines she cautiously integrated into his life. He knew that ceasing these routines would cause her to withdraw, so he made an attempt to share in her idle talk, and listen to the brief stories she thought amusing.
Now in front of him, Dahlia slipped her hands over Chevalier’s bare shoulders to wrap her arms around him. This was another evening routine of hers. They’d share a few moments of physical intimacy, and sometimes it would lead to more, but there was always the embrace and the kiss goodnight that she required. He was learning the places she liked to be touched in different situations, and in this one it was a hand that rested on her hip, or touching the outside of her back below her shoulder blade.
The kiss would always be soft and humble. He wondered if it was because she was afraid of being too forward with him. A ridiculous thought seeing as how they’ve had intercourse dozens of times by now. He was anything but put off by her forwardness.
Before she could pull away, Chev nibbled on her bottom lip, eliciting a small gasp from Dahlia.
When she was far enough away to look at him, he could see the fire he had ignited in her with the simple act. She watched him with a gaze that was begging, but no pleas passed her lips.
“If you have a thought, speak.” Chevalier lifted his hand to run his thumb over her bottom lip as if to break the seal on her words. Dahlia parted her lips obediently, but she continued to hold her request back.
His hand cupped her chin and he pulled her back in to let their tongues twine together. He kissed her deeply, ravaging her mouth, leaving her breathless. These were all things that she liked, but she never said them and he had had to learn through observation and practice. It wasn’t an unpleasant way to learn about his lover, but things would be much simpler if she had just voiced a single request, then he wouldn’t have to test through trial and error.
As expected, Dahlia’s knees went weak and she leaned into him. She was easy enough to hold and support as she desperately clung to him, and tonight was no different. Collecting her in his arms, he moved her to lay on the bed and took up his usual spot next to her where he could watch the faces she made as he explored her body.
Dahlia groaned and slowly wiggled her hips, thighs rubbing together as she stoked the heat building in the pit of her stomach. Any moment now Chevalier would roughly run his hand up her leg and under her nightgown, then he would work his fingers in her sex. She was ready and waiting and already getting wet from the thought.
…
Any moment now…
Dahlia snapped her eyes open, lifting her head to look over at Chev who was leaning on his elbow, looking down at her with a smug smirk.
“Is something the matter?” He asked.
“Um… are you…” Dahlia trailed off, expecting him to read her mind like he often did.
“Am I?” Chevalier asked in return.
She looked at him with a perplexed expression. He knew she was bright enough to figure out where this was headed, and yet she still wouldn’t say what it was that she wanted. He watched the gears turning behind those clear eyes of hers, her cheeks starting to flush as her lips twitched like she was forming words in her mind but couldn’t give them voice.
Once again, Chevalier dragged his thumb over Dahlia’s bottom lip, and as before she parted them.
“I’m giving you my full attention and you refuse to voice the desires in your heart.” He slowly slid his thumb into her mouth where her tongue touched against it as if to welcome the visitor.
She remained silent, though it might be because her tongue was occupied with toying with his thumb at the moment. Quickly, he withdrew his hand and brought it to her thigh to roughly push it up and under her nightgown. He pressed against her hip and turned his hand to get into position to shove his fingers into her, but instead he simply cupped her pussy.
“If you’re as famished as I am, I need you to make a request. I won’t act without one.” Chev’s icy blue eyes bore into her, but Dahlia was finding it difficult to speak.
When he was solely focused on her, he was overwhelming. It was much easier to hold a conversation or speak her mind when his attention was split between her and something else. He was able to follow multiple conversations or work while listening, and it lessened the effect he had when he wasn’t staring down at her like he was at the moment.
Dahlia looked away, finding his gaze simply too much at the moment. She swallowed and took a slow, measured breath, licking her lips and attempting to collect herself. Without looking back at him she muttered, “Make love to me…”
“Is it that difficult to ask me for things?” Chevalier sounded as collected as always.
“Sometimes.” She still didn’t dare look in his direction lest she become paralyzed in his gaze again.
“Explain.”
Dahlia shook her head. She didn’t know how to tell him that he was just too much all at once, especially since that was one of the things she loved about him. He was self-assured, and absolute, and 100% committed to everything he did. She wouldn’t have fallen in love with him if he had been any less of the man he was, but he was more than any other man out there as well.
Chevalier leaned towards her, pressing a reverent kiss on Dahlia’s cheek. His warm lips soothed the anxiety that had been building inside her.
“You will make a request of me.” He murmured against her skin, his voice rumbling in her ear and causing a shiver to roll down her spine. “Every time we engage in sex, you will ask for one thing.”
“Okay…” She whispered in return.
Chev’s finger plunged into her and she gasped, her eyes rolling behind her lids. Their brief pause in foreplay hadn’t rendered her sex bereft of lubricant, and his finger entered easily. He worked a second finger into her and twisted his hand to stimulate her inner walls. His thumb fit nicely against her clit, and he rubbed her hooded bud.
He had learned that starting with direct pressure on it was often painful for Dahlia, so he had adapted to stimulating her through the protective layer. He was often a bit rougher than he intended, and that had proved to be another aspect of his lovemaking he had to learn to control, especially with her.
Dahlia rocked against him as her soft moans and whimpers grew louder. Chevalier watched her, enraptured by the faces she made, enchanted by the noises she produced. He coaxed her close to climax, judging from the way she writhed in pleasure how much her body could take before he sent her over the edge. And when he judged she was near enough, he pulled his hand free from her sex.
Dahlia panted and groaned, she was close and the build up left her wanting more. She spread her legs to welcome Chev’s body between her hips, and he climbed on top of her, entering her at once. Any other day, Chevalier would have pumped and thrust in a rhythm that brought her to climax immediately before the previous work could come undone, but today he slowly worked his cock in her in long and languid caresses.
“Chevalier…” Dahlia pleaded. She could feel her orgasm receding. She rocked and gyrated under him, but Chev was in complete control of the situation and she wasn’t going to be able to create the speed or intensity she enjoyed most from him.
“Your request.”
Her eyes cracked open, finding Chevalier’s cool stare watching her. She remained silent, conflict reflected in her beseeching gaze. After a torturous minute of painfully slow stimulation, Dahlia finally whispered, “Anything?”
“Anything.” Chevalier repeated.
She kept her eyes locked on his and reached for his hand. Chevalier obliged and allowed her to take it, he allowed her to move it closer to her face. He silently watched, trying to discern what it was she was asking for, and then she slipped his fingers on one side of her neck, and hooked his thumb over the other side.
There was a moment of surprise for him. This was unexpected and his eyes went wide for a second. Dahlia did seem to enjoy how rough he could be, but she hadn’t shown a propensity for acts outside the norm. He searched her gaze, and she brought both of her hands to wrap around his wrist, fingers digging into his skin.
“Have you ever…?” She asked, eyes still on him. Watching him as much as he was watching her.
“No.” Chevalier answered. “Are you sure?”
There was a tug at her lips, a smile that threatened to pull. Dahlia pressed her lips together and nodded. “I’ll tap right here if I need you to stop.” She patted one hand against his forearm to emphasize the point.
Chev brought his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply, hungrily, his hand on her neck gently caressing as if he were apologizing for what he was about to do. Dahlia almost chuckled, it seemed she had more trust in him than he did himself in this situation.
As if attempting to balance both fucking her and squeezing her throat, Chevalier adjusted his knees and hips and tilted Dahlia into a new, delicious angle that had her shutting her eyes and keening. With her request made, Chevalier picked up his speed, thrusting with more force and in quicker succession and Dahlia returned to her whimpering and moaning.
Chev felt along Dahlia’s neck, finding her pulse and adjusting to apply pressure along the artery when he finally would tighten his grip. He was aware that the act was less about cutting off air from the windpipe, and more restricting the blood flow to the brain. It would raise her blood pressure and induce a lightheadedness due to preventing oxygen-rich blood from reaching her head.
Her life was literally in his hands at this moment, and while he was certain he would never harm her, he was having some reservations about hurting her. However, Dahlia rarely asked anything of him, and if this was the first request she had made, he wanted to see it through. He would change the world for her, surely he could manage a kink she had been withholding.
Chevalier’s hand pressed on Dahlia’s neck. His palm cupped her delicate flesh and his fingers and thumb pushed against the thin muscles below the skin. Dahlia gasped and her cunt clenched around his dick causing Chev to sharply inhale as well. He eased into applying more pressure, not entirely sure what was sufficient for this act.
Dahlia responded each time he squeezed a little more, it was fascinating. She writhed more than he had seen her do so far, and previously he thought that he was pleasing her in bed. He knew he was pleasuring her, he was certain to achieve that. But this whole experience was on another level and he watched her hit her orgasm in record time.
The hand around Dahlia’s throat relented and she took a shuddering inhale, her head rushing with blood and her reason buried under a heavy cloud of euphoria. She let Chev pull away from her neck, away from her hands that had been clutching his wrist, too caught up in her own overstimulation. Chevalier continued to pound into Dahlia, riding her impressive orgasm and finally pumping his own into her.
Still connected at the waist, Chev brushed Dahlia’s hair away from her sweat-soaked face. She lazily smiled at him, blissfully nuzzling into his hand. He smiled softly, though her eyes never caught sight of it with them closed. Carefully he tilted her chin to inspect her neck for marks or injury. Finding nothing, he let out a silent sigh of relief.