The sky had become overcast, and Leon led me to the balcony of the castle. He made me stand by the balustrade of the balcony, and Leon stood within five feet of me. “Third lesson: facing your fear!” Leon's tone grew stern. He pointed behind me and said, “Jump!” “What?” I was shocked and asked, “Are you serious? It was at least a hundred feet from the ground. If I jump, I’ll die!” “I said, jump!” Leon had an alpha tone on me. I backed away in fear, the guardrail up to my waist. Leon approached me one step at a time. His face was expressionless, his eyes cold. “No, don’t push me! Please don’t!” My prayers, however, had no effect on Leon; there was no pity or sympathy in his eyes. I opened my eyes wide and looked at the man who had come face to face with me. He gave me a cruel smile. Suddenly he put out his hands and gave me a hard shove. I was stunned and my body was falling fast. Darkness closed in around me, and I felt hopeless. I thought I was going to die. My inner terr
Leon and I undressed at about the same time, and the night air swept over me with a thin chill. I felt at once cold and excited. On the empty verandah the bright moonlight fell upon Leon's naked body like a silvery gauze gently wrapped around him. Oh, Leon looked so charming! It was certainly the loveliest and most perfectly sculptured figure I have ever seen. Every muscle line seemed to have been written by an artist. The thick, attractive chest hair on his chest showed the original male charm to the full. And his large member hanging from his private parts made me want to put it in my mouth. On the empty balcony I was not sure that any one would see us, but any little shame I had left in my heart was gone. I want him, I want to make love to him without restraint, right here! However, just as I was about to kneel down in front of Leon and suck his huge member, he picked me up and placed me on the guardrail. The cold stone parapet clung to my hips and stimulated every cell in my b
It was the same night that I went to sleep with Leon. He asked me to sing him a bedtime song, and I chose "Dream". Gradually Leon drifted off to sleep, his head resting on my breast. He was like an infant, seeking comfort and security in my embrace. But my dreams were restless, and the voices in my head grew louder. In my dreams I was lost in an endless darkness, unable to find my way out. The murmur of the ghosts and the sound of the wind echoed around me and made it hard to breathe. I felt as if a scarf were tightly wrapped around my neck and choking me. I tried to call out, but my voice was trapped inside me. I threw myself on my knees in despair, feeling utterly alone. Suddenly a slender hand reached out from the darkness, and I clutched it as if it were a lifeline. “Don’t leave me in the dark!” I cried out. I opened my eyes and sat up, gasping for air. Leon's handsome face was hovering in the darkness, and he was sitting beside the bed, gently stroking my cheek. “Baby,
“You’re Leon’s mistress? When?” I asked Lola angrily, and she quickly backed away. “Miss Emily, please forgive me,” Lola bowed her head and didn’t dare to look at me. Her voice trembled as she said, “It was many years ago. When Prince Leon gave me to Colonel Bohr, our relationship ended.” Leon leaves his lover to his underlings? I was confused. Was a mistress merely an object in Leon's eyes? Of course, I had no sympathy with Lola's experience, but I did not understand what Leon was like. “So, are you Colonel Bohr’s wife or something?” I almost said the words “mistress” or “sexual partner,” but when I saw Lola kneeling on the ground with helpless and tearful eyes, my heart immediately softened. I did not speak to her in the same harsh tone as before. “I’m not Colonel Bohr’s wife. Colonel Bohr, in fact, was not married. The king was considering the choice of a young lady from the house of Count Renaud to marry him. And I belong to nobody now. Just now!” Lola's voice was full of
The woman before me was Mrs. Bowyer, I thought, and her eyes looked over my shoulder at Lola, who was standing behind me. The displeasure in Mrs. Bowyer's face instantly changed to anger, and her bright red nails dug into the door. Mrs. Bowyer drew back her angry expression as she heard Catherland call her name from behind the door. She tried to force a smile on her face and said, "I think you must be Miss Emily, our queen is busy, and usually no one dares disturb her interest at this time, and if you have nothing important to do, I suggest you leave!" "Tell the catherland I need to see her!" I said adamantly. "Honey, don't you understand what I just said?" Lady Bower said in a warning tone, "no one dares disturb the Queen at this hour, ever!" "Maybe I can just go in there, so don't bother nagging me here!" When I tried to break in, Mrs. Bowyer instantly blocked me with her rounded body. "Fine, I'll tell the queen what you want, but until then, please be patient." Lady Bower wh
Finally, I raised my eyes to Catherland and said, "Perhaps I don't need a relationship counselor, but I do need a smart lady to teach me about court etiquette, and I think Lady Lola is a good choice!" As I said this, Lola gave me a grateful look. Her expression lightened. "So, Lola, stay with you!" Catherland glanced at Lola, who quickly returned her gaze to me, "How about we have lunch together? I'm hungry!" "I'm sorry for your Highness, Prince Leon has asked me for lunch. I must wait for him. I think I should leave!" I said, rising and curtseying to Catherland. "Okay, then we'll make another appointment!" The landlady remained seated as she watched me go. "It's good to be young!" The heather sighed behind me. "As past lovers, we all know that candy that has been opened has a shelf life. Very short!" There was a hint of sarcasm in Mrs. Bowyer's voice, and her words meant something to me. "That's why we need more fresh fun!" Catheran actually chuckled at that, and then Mrs.
I opened up to Lola, "Tell me all about you and your mother!" Lola froze, surprised, "I thought you were going to ask about Prince Leon!" "I just want to know why your mother whipped you?" I softened my tone toward Lola, "Does she hit you often?" I do not know why, but I have always felt a surge of sympathy and compassion for Lola. For I did not see any maternal love in Mrs. Bowyer's eyes for Lola. My gut told me that Lola's mother had done more than flog her. She must have suffered a great deal. "To my mother, I'm just a whore!" Lola smiled wryly, "My father was a gambler, and he died unexpectedly after leaving a large gambling debt. My mother gave my 14-year-old sister to a duke who was said to have several idiosyncrasies. No virgin can leave his castle in one piece. The next day a box of gold was brought to my mother by the duke's servant, who told her that if she wished my sister to die, she would not take advantage of it. Sometimes she tries to kill me for money. "Damn Mrs.
I did not go to the dining-room until dinner-time. I knew that Leon would come looking for me if I did not appear. Just before dinner-time a message came from Leon asking me to wait for him in the dining-room. As soon as he returns to court, he will join me in the dining-room for dinner. This time, instead of obeying, I hid in my bedroom. My sex counsellor, Miss Lola, tells me that men like compliant women, but that men can be pleasantly surprised and stimulated by the occasional female insubordination. Men like to be conquered, they like to be challenged. But men hate to lose, so in the game of love you have to let the man win, or at least feel like he has. "Emily, are you in there?" Leon threw the door open, and when he saw that there was only one light in the room, and that I was not in bed. His next tone became anxious. "Baby, where are you? Don't kid me!" "I'm here!" I stepped out from behind the curtain in a sheer white gauze dress. A faint fragrance wafted through the room