Jack the Bodice Ripper (Chapter 6)
Above is another impression I had of Sir Ahibodeau. I'm finding it harder to search for "prince" than I am "old warrior". But these images help me shape the story. If my writing is anything comparatively like these pieces of art I'll be a really happy writer!
While I'd love to have Cynthia do the artwork, her schedule is limited. Thus, I am thinking about talking to an additional illustrator to help with the load!
In the mean time, I only have these artworks to give as examples.
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Jack the Bodice Ripper
My nerves rattled. Fayola was due to arrive today! But duty came first and it was time to report to my office. There was the matter of paperwork.
Documentation preceded every agreement. Sir Ahibodeau was scheduled to be here with mother in my study within the quarter hour. Which is why everything had to be perfect.
Counting down every day, I’d kept myself restrained for the past four weeks. So far I hadn’t been tempted by any woman. My secret was keeping Fay in my mind. Comparing her to other women, I always found Fayola the better choice.
Making headway down the corridor I had very little time to spare before mother arrived with my soon-to-be—father-in-law.
The thought crawled down my spine. Not that there was anything wrong with Sir Ahibodeau, but I questioned how such a beautiful dove and obedient could be fathered by such a—stiff, commanding, over lord such as my mother's retired military chief.
I would show Fay what a loving paramount is supposed to be. Our first night together would be glorious.
Fayola, naked in my bed. Covering her body with mine. Stroking her sides. Tender kisses lushly placed on her neck and chin…
She giggled. What a wonderful sound.
My cock on the edge of splitting her in two, the head marinating in her womanly sauce. Tempered, gentle, easy increments pushing inside her, both torture and bliss.
“Fay, keep still.”
“You’re not hurting me.” My new wife dug her heels into my arse, trying to push me further inside her.
I nipped at her lip. “Enjoying your purely sole event.”
“What? Having sex?”
“No.” I smiled. “We’ll be having plenty of that. I’m talking about you running rampant with the reins in bed.”
Honey brown eyes laughed. Her heels lowered to my thighs. Warm hands slid down my side to my arse and squeezed. Clenching my butt cheeks to keep from slamming into her I threw my head back and moaned.
“Woman!” Panting for control I glared at her.
A warm smile greeted me. “Honestly you would think I was as fragile as your mother's china.”
"Don't mention mother in our bed." I nipped at her again. But tempted to give her what she wanted, I refrained. A year’s worth--
Reminded of the time I came back to the here and now.
It hadn’t been a year.
Another eleven months lay ahead before I got a chance to sink my very eager admiration into her waiting legs.
The more I thought about taming a virgin, the more nervous I became. Unlike popular belief, all my lover's were... shall I say... broken in?
Unless I was able to soften the natural barrier that separated girl from woman, Fay might not have a pleasant wedding night. That was unacceptable. I had to find a way to ease her into womanhood before our wedding. Leaving a nasty impression for a woman’s first time would not happen to my Fayola.
I wanted to find out how much pleasure I could wreak on her body before she begged for release. Slow and easy is what Fay deserved. At least at first.
The guards opened the double doors and turning into my study I went for my desk.
But my chair was occupied.
Sprawled out in my plush, leather, red ass warmer sat, naked as the day she were born, a sleeping woman.
Naked women, of the surprise kind, usually greet me in my bed. Not unconscious in my chair when Sir Ahibodeau and mother were due to arrive at any moment.
The girl was young, tan and very tempting, if she were awake. Blonde curls covered her face and chest. Nice body. Taking a strand of hair off her forehead I recognized her. Darla, a shy, docile chamber maid. Possessing no special spark in bed sport, I had no desire to go back for more.
Blue eyes fluttered open and looked straight at me.
Mother’s voice echoed off the tile of the hall.
Shy and docile widened her eyes.
I covered her mouth before she could scream. "Don't scream."
“What are you doing here?” I released my hand.
“I took a bath and now I’m here.” She looked down at herself and then tried covering her pert breasts with skinny arms.
I scoffed. Like I hadn’t seen all there was to see.
“What have you done?” Her eyes narrowed in suspicion.
“Me? I didn’t put you here!”
Sir Ahibodeau’s deep candor followed mother’s husky voice.
“Where are your clothes?”
She looked around. “I don’t know.”
If Sir Ahibodeau found this naked woman in my study, well, the outcome was not going to be fortuitous for me. Under the damning circumstances, even mother wouldn’t be able to help.
“Get out!” I said.
“My clothes?” She scrambled up and scanned the room.
There were no clothes to be found. How the devil did she get in here?
It was too late to ask the guards. Mother and her knight were just at the door. Sir Ahibodeau exclaiming he was expected, but like good king's guard, they wanted my permission before they let even the queen inside.
“Wait!” Shoving Darla under the desk, I pressed her against the cubby hole and put a finger to her mouth. “Not one word, don’t even breath.”
"Darla, please, I will pay you handsomely to just be quiet. And don't move." Returning to my chair I smoothed over my short blond hair. I had a chance to straighten my doublet and look up before a guard poked his head in.
"Sir Ahibodeau and the queen," He said.
"Enter." I waved my hand going for nonchalant.
Mother flowed into the room first and, like a good son and subject, I stood.
“Your highness! Lovely to see you.” I gave her my usual bow and slipped around the desk to meet her. She offered both palms and I kissed the back of each. Turning to the father-in-law I nodded and smiled.
Sir Ahibodeau bowed in an appropriate stance worth my station. An inkling of improvement since the last time we met. However, I was sure he thought I’d break my promise to Fay by now and begrudgingly gave me credit for my effort.
“How do you do Sir Ahibodeau?” Aware of Shy and Docile under the table I moved back to check that she was indeed trying to crawl her way out.
I sat, blocking Darla's way and shoving her back between my legs.
“Fine.” The knight said.
Short. To the point. Thank the whores of main street for abrupt military conversation.
“Thank you for coming.” I turned to mother. “I know the value of your time.”
“I always have time for my son.” The queen smiled proud and fierce. She was planning on staying for a while. As much as I loved her I needed her to get Ahibodeau out. Saying truth so blunt however, was never tactically wise. Not for nobility.
Sir Ahibodeau may have commanded legions into battle, but my specialty was etiquette, persuasion and at times, blackmail. all the things that came in handy for peaceful treaties. Such talents required their own language. A language mother taught me.
“My queen, you honor me.” I touched hand to my chest and then swiped both my eye brows pretending to preen. I never preen. At least not in front of company.
Mother caught the communication and widened her eyes a fraction, telling me she understood. Without moving her head she darted her eyes around for the danger.
“Please sit.” I said. Code for we’re not in danger but you need to get out.
Mother pressed her lips in a line and her eyes accused me of treachery. I looked to Sir Ahibodeau who remained standing.
Shy-and-Docile peeked her head from under the desk. I scooted forward, shoving the chamber maid back under the cubby hole.
The thonk against the back of my desk, to which I played off as hitting my foot against the back drop, was poor Darla scrambling backward.
Digging into my drawer, I handed Sir Ahibodeau the contract of my betrothed's terms from me to her.
While he looked at print, the queen, stared at the desk where Shy-and-Docile hid. I swear the queen had four eyes behind her head and could see through doors. Knowing me since birth, she’d figured it out.
I was not surprised when she contorted her lips to keep from laughing. Yet her eyes held such a look of disappointment I couldn’t help but give her the best it’s not my fault look I could.
A hand grabbed my knee. I jumped and looked down, then up at Ahibodeau.
He hadn’t noticed so I looked back down with narrowed eyes. The fabric of my clothes became very soggy. Shy-and-Docile said she was taking a bath before she wound up here and now I was her towel.
She was waving her hands as if to say give me room. I sank back in my chair and tried to slide the pegged chair back. Wood on wood creaked.
Ahibodeau glanced up.
He looked down, but the disgust of military discipline remained on his face.
“Have you ever thought of joining the ranks?” There it was—his unspoken judgment.
“I served two years.”
“The minimum requirement for residents of Allsveil, yes, I remember.”
“You think enlisting will help me remain true to your daughter?”
I received no answer.
A hand pushed on my crotch. That got my attention, but I didn’t jump this time.
"What?" I mouthed to Shy-and-Docile.
She gave me an exasperated shrug. And motioned that she’d crawl out.
I shook my head vigorously—no! I couldn’t risk Ahibodeau seeing her. She was safer staying under the desk.
Mother no longer smiled at me. In fact she looked near about to lose her cool exterior.
Pleading with her through eye contact I moved my chair back to give Shy-and-Docile room.
She tried moving through my legs to get out. I blocked her way with a knee which banged against my desk.
Ahibodeau gave me a cursory glance and shook his head. I could just hear his judgement of... amazing you worked your way through training to combat ready.
Remaining stock still I tried not moving to keep from gaining his attention. I would have to explain things to Mother later. She would understand. Ahibodeau however, would find this the perfect situation to yank Fay away from me.
In the four weeks we’d been betrothed I hadn’t thought about any other woman. Not really. I didn’t know if it was the wait of having her or the challenge of winning that kept my attentions engaged, but I was beginning to pray it would never end. I’d never had so much fun not touching a woman.
Ahibodeau was the slowest reader ever. Turn the page. Sign the document. Get out of my office.
But manners forbade me to say what I wanted.
“If you have any questions, please do let me know,” I said.
“Yes, I do.” The knight waved the papers at me. “And none of it has any baring on this document.”
Damn the man. Damn him to hell.
“We should discuss it then, perhaps get some fresh air?” I settled my palms on the desk and made to get up.
“I’d rather sit.” Mother said.
Pausing I threw a dirty glance and settled back down.
The queen of subterfuge was laughing at me. Alright Mother, if you want to see how I’m going to get out of this one, very well.
“Your questions, sir?” I gave Ahibodeau my attention.
“What guarantee do I have that my daughter will be treated with the respect she deserves?”
Mother leaned to her knight. “One day she’ll be queen, I don’t see how that doesn’t command respect.”
“Sir Ahibodeau,” I followed the conversation on the heels of the queen. “Why do you insist on these borderline treacherous avenues?”
We were a team, Mother and I. Lobbing questions from all sides a common tactic we slipped into.
“She was not brought up to be of such stature.” He straightened and cast a look to mother of such disapproval. And that was the sore spot wasn't it? A king, or a queen in this matter, was not free to move around a chess board so easily. She had consignments to make the nobility happy, least they replace her.
But I knew what Sir Ahibodeau really meant.
Fay was an obedient, taught to do as told. But my bride-to-be had more fire in her than her father believed. She would be tested against the wolves of nobility, but…
“I believe you highly underestimate your daughter.”
He narrowed his eyes. “How do you mean?”
Sir Ahibodeau wasn’t such the stupid brute. He’d thought to back me down with embarrassment. But, it was too late to try and cover my lecherous past. Everyone knew about it.
Grinning in my most lecherous way I said, “She can hold back an admiring prince—”
Ahibodeau stood up, poised to strike me.
When I didn’t move to meet or avoid him he stopped in his tracks.
That’s when Shy-and-Docile pushed my chair back.
To cover, I stood and leaned over my desk. “Perhaps you should take the agreement home. Look it over with your daughter. It will prepare her for her role in the future.”
Shy-and-Docile started climbing out of the cubby hole. There was nothing I could do but hold Sir Ahibodeau’s attention. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mother raise both eyebrows. She’d seen the girl.
“Fine.” Sir Ahibodeau turned on his heel and left the room with a slam to my door.
“Darla?” Mother said to the girl.
Shy-and-Docile squeaked. “Yes, my lady?”
“What are you doing down there?”
I stepped back and let Mary out.
“He shoved me in there.” Darla pointed at me.
I pointed right back at her. “She was asleep in my chair, naked, I didn’t touch her.”
I took off my coat and wrapped it around Mary. “This is serious!” I was a bit perturbed. "You find my trauma an amusement?"
“Darla?” Mother said. “What happened?”
I jumped in before the girl could speak. “I had nothing to do with her being here.”
Darla wrapped my coat around her in modest dignity. “I was taking a bath and then I was here. That’s all I know, mi-lady.”
The queen sighed. “Do you know who put you here?”
Darla shook her head. “No. I must’ve fell asleep in the tub.”
Placing palms together, beseeching mother, I said, “You won’t tell?”
“Of course not.” Mother stood and smoothed the front of her dress. “But you have an enemy of the jealous variety. I suggest you find them soon.”
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