The painting (2) - not edited

As soon as we cross the door to our chambers, even before closing it, Alexander grabs me for a kiss.

I push the door and try dragging him towards the bedroom, but he's stubbornly still.

«I missed you, Thea,» he breathes on my ear.

Oh, well, if he prefers the waiting room...

«I would have turned crazy if I didn't write you letters.»

I suspect the worse words were censured, and that he sent only letters he deemed proper. It means there was even worse for me to read.

«Your letters helped me endure as well,» I reveal. «I felt you closer while reading them.»

His fingers caress my face, exploring my features with utter delicacy. His lips get closer to mine, little by little, until meeting halfway when I get on my tiptoes.

«Alexander,» I murmur, trying to pull him towards the bedroom.

This time, he follows. He end up on the bed way earlier than expected, and I close my eyes to saviour every bit of his tender caresses.

The sound of the gown being ripped makes me sigh. Oh, finally. It was starting to feel restricting!

I pull Alexander's shirt as well, probably damaging the buttons. He chuckles, amused by my hurry.

«I remember the plan will last for a long time,» I whisper, already imagining a night full of pleasure and closeness. «The clock on the wall was recharged this morning. It shall last enough for it, Alexander.»

But now, the question is... Who will take track of the time?

«Don't worry about anything, Thea. Just do what I tell you to do,» he says. Oh, my dearest husband.

He always knows what to say to calm his wife.

«As you command,» I reply, chuckling. «In the end, I always do what you tell me.»

«Oh, no,» he sighs. «Today, you'll have to be very, very obedient. You'll do what I tell you, when I tell you. Are we clear?»

I nod, wondering if he's doubting me now.

«Is it all right to be almost naked already?» I inquire.

«Do not question me.»

«Oh, fine. But...»

«No buts. Use your mouth only to scream in pleasure. Understood?»

I nod again, this time locking my lips.

«And to kiss me,» he realises.

Smiling content, I surround his neck with my arms and drag him down. I bite his lower lip before licking it, and I initiate a long, passionate kiss.

Even though I just agreed to obey his will, Alexander doesn't complain at my assertiveness. He knows how to make me surrender, either way.

I'm taking the lead because he wants me to.

Ah, sometimes, I still wish to try stealing control from him. Yet, this is not the right time. We have a mission.

We're working hard to meet Elias again. With that in mind, there's no way I screw this up. I will do what I'm told, when I'm told.

The last few pieces of clothes disappear from me, and Alexander moves down to kiss my breasts. He doesn't insist for long, and he moves on my belly.

There's no wild kissing of secret parts on the plan, so I know he won't move lower than this. Not now, at least.

But, there is something notable about that event: the bites. It was the first time Queen Theodora was bitten by her Consort. And it all ended up a bit too lightly. She didn't behead him, for some reason.

Oh, how nice. It won't be too boring.

His lips return moving up, reaching my nipples and teasing me to madness. One breast is fondled by his hand, expert into making me sigh with the slighter touch. His lips engulf the other nipple and suck, lick around, or rubbing his tongue in the spots he knows I like the most.

Without warning, Alexander's teeth sink in my left breast. Lightly, not to hurt me. Also, this won't leave any sign.

It was just a probe, in his first life. He followed his instinct... Or, better said: he lost control over it.

It's amusing to think that my overly-controlling husband was once unable to keep his lust in check. But it's part of his charms.

I once thought he was born the way he is, but he learned after years of experience. After all, he had double the time and chances.

I envy Queen Theodora, sometimes, because she had the chance to know that version of him. But the one in front of me... Oh, he's the result of the efforts of two lives.

How could I prefer a younger him, ah?

«My husband is the most better,» I say with a slight pout.

I don't need anyone else. Not even his younger version.

«Repeat,» he orders.

I chuckle, wondering if putting some resistance would really endanger the plans.

Yet, it's not worth the risk.

«Husband!» I say, and he chuckles, all happy.

«Again.»

«Husband.»

Won't this interruption cost us time?

Oh, but wait... Ah, yes! After the first bite ever, Queen Theodora used a few minutes to pretend to be annoyed by it. So, this much is fine.

«What else do you like about your husband?»

«Everything,» I point out. «I almost came to terms with his stubborn desire for control.»

He pinches my thigh, sulking.

«You're so cruel to your wife, hubby,» I continue, caressing his chest and offering my lips. «You never say what you like about me. You only want me to praise you.»

«We can talk about this later,» he sighs. «Or I can write you a report about your qualities.»

Oh, doesn't sound as romantic. And it's not that I need to boost my self-confidence. I just wanted him to reply.

«Listen to me, Thea. This is very important. You can't lose control over you body. You have to wait for me to tell you it's fine before losing your mind to pleasure. Do you understand?»

«Do I?» I pout. What difference does it make?

He's the one who needs to follow the timings.

«It does make difference. A whole lot.»

«Why so?»

«I can't control myself if I see your face and hear your screams,» he whispers to my ear. «Especially after missing you for months. Don't make it more difficult than it already is, please. Will you help me?»

Oh, so that's the matter.

«Sure,» I say.

I have no clue how I'm going to do it, though.

«Fight pleasure, keep resisting, until I tell you it's over,» he explains. «If you do well, you might get a reward.»

What kind of reward? He's joking with me. He just wants to make sure I do as I'm told!

«Do you trust me?» he inquires, biting my ear and pulling until I moan.

His lips slip lower on my neck, and I sigh in bliss.

«I do trust you, Alexander. I don't trust myself, though.»

«Just do your best.»

«I will!»

It's for a greater cause. I can't forget what we're doing here. Even if it becomes a little painful, even if my body doesn't like to restrain its emotions, I will find a way to follow the plan.

«This wife will do her best,» I exclaim. No matter how difficult, I will wait for the right moment, just like Alexander does every single time!