The King and his Thief (Closed for cnuvenu)

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William pulled Emma tight against his chest then began pumping his cock into her rapidly. Both moaning wildly as their orgasms approached. A clench of his teeth then a loud groan proceeded him exploding into her. His cock convulsed with each release pressing it firmly into the quivering walls of her wet pussy.

 

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Emma's nipples were rubbed against his chest multiple times as he pumped his cock into her rapidly, it certainly brought about her orgasm at the same time as he filled her with cum. Shuddering, panting, and moaning, she ended up with her forehead for a moment against William's shoulder.

At least until she remembered he seemed to prefer it when she left. Thus on unsteady legs, she went to stand, only to end up sitting beside the bed he was lying on. With her dress right there, Emma began pulling it on, and quivered a little more, her head resting against the mattress.

Then she realised he was messy. She managed to stand unsteadily and get a clean damp warm cloth. Returning to clean him up, with delicate touches. "Do you wish me to put thy blankets over you?"

 

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Her immediately getting up then putting on her dress seemed awkward to him. As if she couldn’t wait to get away from him. It made more sense as he thought about it. She’s bound to his service by the band but that doesn’t necessarily mean she has to like it. As much as she seemed to enjoy herself it bothered him that she still saw it as an obligation.

Not sure what else to say he merely said. “Yes please.”

 

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Carefully she began putting him under those blankets, one by one. Then she paused. "Might I speak openly, Master?"

 

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William often found such deference an important part of maintaining his position as the king but in situations like this it struck him as tedious. “Please, speak your mind.” He said as he looked at her curiously.

 

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"..I left because it's what you've done most of the time. Also. It's your bed. Not, mine. You say who's in your bed, not anyone else." She took a moment to pause. "..I.. enjoyed the moment in the throne room. After, sex. It's, complex. Feelings. You." A moment where she reached up to touch the golden chain which had flitted up into Lariat form about her throat at the moment. "I'm quite sure I've said too much."

 

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William listened, a little confused at first then her meaning seeming to sink in. He couldn’t deny he was developing feelings for her but at the same time he recognized the danger of allowing those feelings a voice given the things she’d need to do to assist him going forward.

“I understand.” He finally said. “It’s a difficult situation.” He didn’t quite know what else to say and he knew this probably wasn’t what she wanted to hear from him but in that moment he needed to maintain his distance.

“That’ll be all”. He finished abruptly causing her to turn and return to her chamber.

 

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It wasn't that she thought he might love her. Or that she thought he cared for her more than beyond her being his play thing.

His words and then abrupt dismissal of her, put her in a darker place of mind.

She was silent as she collected her things and put out his candles and wall sconces.

Drifting for her room she found herself annoyed at herself. Her few things put down and folded neatly on the bed. As she instead of sleeping ran through every physical exercise she could.

She finally fell into bed. Only to be woken by the footman. Given the man believed her to be the soul reason she was punished he made her bite down on a leather glove then threw her over his knees and smacked her ass until he saw it bruising. With the leather reinforced gloves he wore the sound was muted. While hissing in her ear this punishment came from the King.

He then went waking his King. Leaving her to drift into the room to beside where the King would sit for breakfast and crouch. That posture perfect even as her behind burned.

Once the King was dressed, a maid brought his breakfast in and set out there. She didn't move. Waiting until he sat to sit, the position stiff when she did.

 

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William was furious that George was still around when he’d woken him. He’d sent him to work in the pig stalls and he couldn’t fathom why his head butler would have sent him back here. He noted to make sure he had a word with him privately when he saw him later.

He sat down to breakfast then motioned for Emma to sit as well. He felt awkward about the way he’d handled the night before but didn’t necessarily know how to clarify this very difficult situation he found himself in.

Finally he began to speak. “I’m hoping Richard is able to get some information about who Edward is talking to today. When we have a new lead I may need you to check it out so stay close.” He paused as she nodded then added. “Last night was nice. I just need to maintain my objectivity right now. You understand right?” He knew the way he dismissed her was wrong but he couldn’t think of any other way to explain his quandary.

 

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Emma sat as bid by her King, a very faint sound escaped her as she did. She might well have pailed a little. As he spoke, she nodded. Her fingers toying at the edge of her buttered toast with marmalade on it. Something she considered a guilty treat.

A slight shape intake of air inwards and those eyes wider as she tried not to show emotion. Mostly due to the bruises peppering her ass.

Her voice had a tremble to it as she spoke. "I understand Master. When Richard tells you something, I will go seek information. I do not mind."

Another slight shift on that chair drew a faint whimper from her.

 

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William noted Emma’s shifts and discomfort. Having not had her ass the night before and knowing he only slapped it once he was confused. He orders her to stand and as she did he lifted her dress and lowers her bloomers to see the bruises on her ass He didn’t need to ask where they were from.

“After he’d finished breakfast he ordered Emma to meet him in the throne room in 30 minutes. Opening the door he asked George to follow him which he did without question.

William led him deep into the bowels of the castle where the prison cells were. Once there his summoned the jailor and ordered him placed in the cell with the savage from Africa who was infamous for sodomizing his cell mates. “You may let him out tomorrow morning.” He said as he turned to leave.

On his way to the throne room he was starts by the sound of a woman running up behind him shouting “your Majesty?” He turned ti find Eliza breathlessly stop in front of him. “Can I get you anything?” She asked. He thought for a moment then stepped into the sitting room that was there beside him. As she followed he turned an nodded. He didn’t need to say.a word. She tugged at the shoulders of her dress exposing her breasts then got down on her knees then unlaced his trousers. After stroking him a few times she pressed his cock between her tits allowing him to fuck them before he pressed his cock into her mouth grabbed the back of her head and fucked her mouth until he coated her throat with his cum as he grunted loudly.

She laced him back up and he was on his way to the throne room only a few minutes late.

 

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No doubt Emma brought the ointment with her as she ended up sitting, if uncomfortably on that near skin rug. He had told her to keep close and knowing her King would return to there is why she waited there.

 

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As he sat on the throne with Emma at his feet his advisors filtered in. They took turns speaking for 2 hours before they were dismissed. All but Richard that is.

When everyone was gone he informed William that Edward had been meeting secretly with his head of land management James. Richard informed him also that there were rumors James was involved in providing loans to people in the kingdom that were less than ethical.

William took it all in then turned to Emma. •maybe you could approach him for a loan to buy your freedom then see what you can find out?” He wasn’t sure that would work so he followed up with. “Do you think that would work?”

Richard looked at him strangly for asking her opinion but William didn’t care. He wanted her opinion.

 

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Emma set the jar against the edge of that throne for a moment. That shrewd mind of the thief at work as she seems to mull it over. "I do. Any man can be influenced when they believe themselves to be saving someone, someone who'd be very thankful before and after." Sex was a tool to use after all, and Emma's ... wiles .. were certainly enticing. "My.. ache ..." So she didn't need to say her sore ass, with it's bruising. "... might go far in making this James, believe whole of heart, that I desperately need a loan to secure my safety away."

There's a lift of her chin then while she looks at William. "Does my plan seem fitting enough, my Master? That I would lure him, allow him his payment while learning all I can about how he might do this, potentially to where his real bookkeeping is... and then I return?"

 

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“I think that sounds like an excellent plan”. He said before turning to Richard. “Please lead her to where she can find James.”

Richard nodded and led her from the throne room.

 

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When Richard finally stopped and pointed out where James was Emma nodded her thanks to him and slipped off. Aware Richard lingered for a moment watching her. Potentially to see that the King's, plaything, ended up where she needed to without anyone stealing her off. Seeing her walk through that door he turned about and began going back. Initially just to tell his King, he'd pointed her out to James's place of business.

Emma waited for a moment no one was looking and managed to pinch her lips enough to make them artificially puff up as if she'd bruised them doing something. Thus then she ever so meekly entered James' office. He took one look at her demure stance, her bruised lips, and got up from around his desk, seeking to shut and look the door.

He'd seen her there that single time in the Throne Room plastered to the King's side at his feet, and he'd been curious about her. "Love, are you alright." James began seeking to guide her forth to a chair which as he noticed she sat, she whimpered about. That made those eyebrows raise.

Using his most comforting tone, as he made her stand and then follow him to his chair, he lifted a hand to brush away an all too real tear that delicately touched her lashes. "Now, lovely, just you let James see what hurts, yeah?"

Emma couldn't believe her luck, even as she gave a very slight, small nod of her head, as if she was a timid little thing and obeying his word just what she needed. Of course, she did have to obey him, for now, while he was one of those advisors to the King.

She draped herself over his lap then, and very carefully with trembling hands lifted that gown up... and up ... until she felt the kiss of air over that bruised ass. Some of those earlier slaps had hit closer to her sex, and so as she heard James's intake of air.

She wondered, was he about to demand she get off his lap so he could drag her to the King and demand to know what he'd done? No. It was moments later she felt the slow touching of his thicker fingers over her ass cheeks. Rubbing, touching, caressing it. Then parting it, he let spit drip from his lower lip. Watched it land on her asshole there, that delicate pucker and he began to work it with his finger, at times. His other hand slid between her thighs and she found him stroking her.

"I know it hurts lovely, but let James do this, and it'll feel better." Gradually she felt him work a finger in each hole slowly. The man took his time doing it, and as he got her wet inside. He switched his fingers. Pushing the slicker one inside her ass and fingering it. "Now, James is going to get you to lean over his desk, sweetie." Emma meekly let him, realising that his books were still there, she deliberately laid herself in such a manner she could read them.

She felt then him spread her ass wide and whimpered, then she felt his tongue. First, it dove into her pussy for a moment then he pushed it into her ass working it deeper in there and actually making her squirm. Casually he ate her ass out for a while, then moved to stand. Emma panted a little in a demure tone. She felt a rather thin cock slide into her pussy, stir about in it before she felt him shove deep into her ass. That surprised her, that it was so damn long and thin. He groaned and then, began to fuck her ass. Even as Emma whimpered.

James murmured, "Shhh there's a good girl, just a little more my sweet one, and James will make it all better.." He said in between grunts, thrusting faster yet into her ass. He came then, half ending up inside her ass, the rest he let jet over her behind. As he pulled out, he began rubbing it into her. Then he turned her over. Looking into Emma's eyes as she saw he was still hard, she felt how he made sure he was in her pussy this time, fucking her hard and fast, grunting and pulling her onto him rapidly. Then he pulled back and came on her belly. Scooping it up he made her roll over and rubbed it in over her ass. again. Emma resolved herself to the fact, James preferred asses. "Now, lovely one, what can James do for you?"

Quietly then, "I was told you could help... I need money." She felt his hands spread her ass again and he lean to lick it slowly. Yes, definitely an ass man. "Alright well, if you do something special for James, he'll give you a generous loan and let you escape the bad one who hurt you. Does that sound good petal?"

Emma nodded easily. Even as she felt him lean to lick her again, and again. She used this distraction of her body and how he seemed fascinated in licking her, to steal a piece of paper tucking it into her bodice. James got her to stand then and led her along. Indeed his something special seemed to be more about getting her to sit on his face as he used his fingers and tongue on her, while he took her mouth slowly.

The larger man seemed insatiable. Yet finally he motioned for her to get off, and Emma did. Unaware just how many hours passed. He moved back to his desk writing a note there, and such. Before he made to find the coins and put them in a pouch. "Now, pretty one usually James would wait till the morrow, but I fear Lass, you've ensured my dragon will yet sleep for a few days." He winked at her and moved to bid her to go. She sought to kiss him then in that moment James groaned against her. He sought to push her down over his desk as he simply went to finger her slowly. As he did he watched her winking asshole.

With him thusly tied up, Emma stole the book he'd written in. Made her pussy clenching his fingers, moaned a lot and blushed. James brought it and patted her on the cheek. "You're a sweet one. You'll be missed." Thus... Emma escaped with about a hundred gold coins and James's valued book. She was also feeling cum leaking everywhere. But she'd been gone about for hours.

She made her way back to the Castle, and inside. Heading for the King's room she slips inside it without knocking, her steps slow as she walks.

 

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As Emma left with Richard, William summoned the head butler. When he arrived he made himself perfectly clear that George was to have no entry into the castle and his re-assignment was to be permanent.

The Butler, who is charged with overseeing the entire castle staff, looked at him with concern. “But sir, I don’t have anyone else properly cleared to work directly with you. It will take me some time to arrange that.” The king thought for a moment and dismissed his concern. “I’ll have Emma attended to my needs until then.” He finally said. The Butler frowned as it was quite uncommon but agreed and was off to see to arrangements.

He returned to his suite where he began his afternoon paperwork and waited for Emma’s return. After several hours he was starting to get concerned when he finally heard the door creak open and she slowly walked into the room. He could tell she needed a few moments to collect herself so he acknowledged her then went about his work until she was ready to share her findings.

 

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Emma did take a few moments, mostly to force those events back in her mind and away from what was important. What was important was the information. Not, what James had spent hours doing, and what she'd had to meekly go along with to lull him into dismissing her as some sort of demure, in need of saving maiden.

Finally, she seemed to get her head wrapped about it. She pulled from her dress, within its bodice the book. Dropping to kneel and holding it up an offering in her hands. Yes. The book. The very book that contains all of James' illegal activities of leveraging people for loans, and what he took when payments were missed. It dates back so the King would find at least 15 years.

Once William took the book, she offered up her copy of the fake contract, she'd never signed it, and James had never asked. But she also passed him up the 100 gold coins.

Finally, she spoke. "I hope, all this helps, Master." Her tone is rather subservient to him. Those eyes lowered, and demure. He'd never actually said her 'punishment' hadn't been ordered by him. It was why she didn't ask about where the ointment was.

 

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William leafed through the book in amazement at what she was able to abscond with. In his wildest expectations he hadn't imagined she'd come back with something like this. "This is excellent! You've outdone yourself." He said before pushing some stray hairs aside from her face. "And you won't have to worry about George anymore. I'm sure he's having a day far worse than yours right now." Fact was though, that George's day was very much like Emma's in more ways than he'd ever know.

"I am going to need you to fill his role until a suitable replacement is found if you'd be willing to do it." He asked though, if he thought about it, he'd realize there was no real point in pretending she had a choice in the matter.

 

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.... and then he thanked her. Twice in the space of two short seconds. Even as William praised her, and brushed at her hair. Even as he spoke to her. She shuddered, making a soft little mewing sound as not one orgasm, but two rocketed through her, a sag in against the table leg as she found herself panting, moaning, and slightly rocking with both rolling through her together. Bliss blasted through her and those lips parted as she felt her body find its release, twice over there. Whatever he said she didn't hear it, which then triggered pain to hit her beginning to crawl through her veins as her back arched, and she slumped sideways shuddering and making painful sounds as it felt like acid was burning up her arms, which made her freeze. From one extreme twice over, in the other of what the Lariat could do to her.

 

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William stood there confused. He'd grown to expect the first part of her reaction as part of the lariat's effects but he'd never seen her writhing in pain before. He also knew it caused her pain if she disobeyed or acted against him but he'd no indications she had. This left him with no idea what would be the cause of this. Did she cross him in those 4 hours?

He knelt beside her stroking her hair. "Is it something James did to you? Do you need the apothecary?"

 

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Finally, she could breathe and that's when she felt a hand stroking her hair. "...I... I missed what you said. I.. couldn't focus ... it.. twice the orgasm..." She gasped out at him. Perhaps that might explain it. Awash in double the pleasure, she'd just been so unable to focus on anything except the pleasure.

 

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William made a mental note to himself to not string too many thoughts together at once in the future then simply repeating what he'd said before.

"George won't be here to bother you anymore. He's been dealt with but I'll need you to fill in his duties until a replacement can be found. I won't have...... this." he finished as he gently rubbed her ass.

 

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The fact George wouldn't bother her anymore did coax a smile out of her. But then he'd see confusion. "Didn't you tell him to cause that, because I was too..." She struggled to think up an appropriate word. "... emotional? To put me in my place? Master?"

Potentially, Poor George's punishment might not be over.

 

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"Absolutely not!" he exclaimed. "If I feel that pretty bottom of yours needs spanked you can be sure I'd be doing that myself." The fact that George had tried to make her think he ordered it enraged him. He'd be sure to leave him in the cell another day to entertain the savage.