Behind the tapestry Pt. 09

The queens pregnancy was going as well as could be expected. The king doted on her "baby belly", the name she called her new tummy shape. He was amazed at the glow that appeared to shine from her as she grew closer to becoming a mommy. He accompanied her at every checkup the doctor performed. Figuratively and emotionally he walked with her through every change that her body and mind experienced.

The queens wisdom in befriending the hand maids mother amazed and comforted the king. He understood early in the pregnancy why she did need a kindred spirit other than himself.

Their room behind the tapestry had not been used in over three months. The last time they had lost themselves in one another by playing in their room, she was three months pregnant. He would visit the room and make adjustments or improvements when the queen was visiting with her friend or busy with other tasks.

"One more month." He said to himself quietly. "In one more month she will be with child for eight months and I will bring her back into our sanctuary of passion."

At the beginning of her eighth month of pregnancy, the queen had temporarily ceased all of her civic and royal duties. Let it be noted that it was not by her choice. The king, had made a decree that all of the queens duties have been suspended until further notice.

Upon hearing the proclamation, the queen turned and looked at the king in shock and disbelief. He could see the fire ignite in her eyes and seething temperament being stoked deep within. Her eyebrows raised and her lips pursed, her hands clenched and her back straightened. He knew she would wait until they were back into their bed chambers then unleash the pent up fury.

She pulled away from him numerous times as they walked along the corridors that led to their rooms. Completely ignoring the king, she had a conversation with her hand maid and the hand maids mother. Every attempt to hold her hand was denied with the queen folding her hands into themselves or pulling her hand away whenever the king reached to her.

After their bed chamber door was closed and locked, the king walked towards the queen as she approached her vanity.

"My queen." He said as he walked up behind her with his arms spread for an embrace.

She turned from him and pulled away from his hand that he had rested on her shoulder.

"I have prepared our room behind the tapestry, my love. Come with me."

His words fell on deaf ears. It was as if he were dead to her. She had no use for him. Her anger was a tumultuous storm that was thrashing and rending her emotions into a frenzy.

She was ready to release the deluge of anger, the raging fury that was bound inside like a volcano that had to erupt because it did not receive the sacrifice it required. The molten lava of her words would burn him to his core. Why did he think he could decide what she can and cannot do? Who does he think he is making a proclamation like that without consulting her. She knew pulling away from him would hurt him. She knew ignoring him caused him sadness. He deserved that treatment because she can take care of herself and he had no right to even think of restricting her duties.

She drew in a deep breath as she spun around to emit the heated oration. Her words did not pass her lips as his hand clenched her throat and she was forced against the wall.

Her eyes widened and her nostrils flared. She attempted to push him away but the surprise of his movement and his strength was too much. However, that did not stop her from trying to free herself. In her feeble attempt to escape she thought, this is what the prey of a python feels. Each movement she made caused him to strengthen his clench on her.

He was not crushing her throat, but he was holding her, controlling her body with one hand. His fingers would tighten along muscles of her neck. His thumb would press a little deeper in the soft area below her jaw. A slight lift of his hand would raise her chin. He had total control of her body. Her arms and legs were useless in pushing him away or allowing her to free herself from his grip. He had positioned himself out of her reach, no matter how much she flailed her arms or legs.

With his free hand he unlocked the room behind the tapestry then opened the door.

After replacing his key, he reached around her and held the back of her head. The knuckle of his first finger rested under her occipital bone and he lifted slightly. Pulling her away from the wall and then turning her towards the room was an easy task. Once a person gains control of the head of another, they have control over their body.

He walked her past the threshold of the door, leaned her back and rested her head so they were cheek to cheek. His one hand still on her throat and the other closing the door.

As he held her in that position, she noticed his breathing was deep. Slow. She noticed that he was not shaking or felt any tics of his muscles as he held her. He was in total control.

She felt a surge of fear marry itself along side of her feelings of anger. Had she underestimated the strength and resolve he possessed? She felt adrenaline surge within her causing the baby to begin a series of somersaults and flips. Her undergarments were cool next to her skin due to her wetness. This revelation surprised her. She was aroused by this entire situation.

She was still furious at the king. If she could get away from him and leave the room, she would. He does not deserve any pleasure from her after the way he declared her incapable of serving.

His hand returned to the back of her head and he lead her to the chair with the suspension rack. She felt a thin line of her juices etch their way down each leg.

Her head was positioned once again next to his cheek as he removed the cloth that covered the table next to the chair. She attempted to turn her head to see what he exposed then realized how futile it would be to try any type of head movement.

"Open your mouth." He said.

She formed a slight smirk on her face when she saw the ball gag he held in front of her. She smiled because she knew he was going to be disappointed. Her mouth was going to remain closed and he would be denied once again.

"Open your mouth." He said once again. No growl in his voice. No urgency or forcefulness. Yet, it was still a demand that had a depth of authority within. A chasm of command that almost forced her to open her mouth as wide as she could then apologize for not begin able to open any wider.

However, he deserved her indifference. He deserved to be ignored. He said things that hurt her and he does not get her love or devotion.

She was gaining strength in her resolve to punish him.

Then he moved his hand from her throat and clamped her nose shut.

Her first instinct was to open her mouth and gasp for air. He had waited for her to exhale before he sealed her ability to breath.

Determined to give him no pleasure, she parted her lips on the corner of her mouth to breath. As her lips parted, his hand covered her mouth too.

She felt herself begin to panic slightly. Not because of the lack of oxygen. She knew her blood had plenty of oxygen to circulate. He was going to win, he was going to force her to open her mouth. The root of her panic was because he had total control.

She resolved that she was going to allow herself to pass out. Therefore, it would take pleasure away from him and he would then have to take care of her instead of pleasing himself with her body.

"Open your mouth."

She clenched her teeth together in defiance and folded her arms. She was going to prove to him that she was strong.

The king knew all he had to do was wait. The mind is strong, but the body is weak.

He loved and cherished the strong mind of his queen. He adored her resolve. He admired her ability to function in her stressful capacity and not bring it into their marriage. He loved her strength, but he knew the body and the mind had a breaking point.

First, he would break through the strength of the body. In her attempt to not open her mouth, her mind. Her body would fight itself in the want to breath. She would attempt one more time to suck in a little air at the corner of her mouth and be denied. Then her body would spasm and a gasp with a wide open mouth would be his reward.

He felt her unfold her arms and then her hands reach around and grip his thighs as her mouth opened for a gasp of air.

The ball gag was inserted and cinched.

He walked away from her and watched her until her breathing returned to normal.

When she looked up at him her eyes appeared to be glowing. He knew it was the candle light reflecting off her the most beautiful eyes he had ever looked, but, he also knew they were fueled and glowing because of anger.

She began to walk towards him but stopped short when she felt a tug.

The back of the gag was chained to the suspension rack. Her mobility was confined to a three foot circle. She turned her back to him to him in her continued act of defiance.

The sharp crack of the riding crop on her right butt cheek caused her to raise herself on her toes. Before she could cover her backside with her hands the crop landed on her left cheek.

She reached back and began rubbing the impact points to ease the pain. While reaching back, the king quickly and tightly bound her arms and wrists behind her back.

Her eyes widened in the realization that he had total and complete control. She knew she loved him for his ability to take her control and release her of pent up worries and pain. But, she still had the fight of independence in her that refused to relent.

She narrowed her eyes to show that she still was in control of herself before she turned around to face him. As she turned, his hand once again rested on her throat and pushed slightly. Once again, she returned to her tip toes to release the pressure of the gag. Drool was beginning to trail from her mouth and drip to the floor. Yet another part of her that she was unable to control.

He leaned forward and gently kissed her on the tip of her nose.

She noticed that he closed his eyes as he kissed her. Such a soft expression on his face. Such a gentle movement in the kiss. The paradox of the action and the situation excited her beyond her comprehension.

As he pulled away, his other hand rose to her neck.

He gripped her collar and began to rip her garments from her. No knife this time. The savagery in his hands needed no blade. Each article of clothing was being torn to shreds by his hands. There was no pulling on her skin, only the pressure of a seam as it tried to give its own form of resistance.

The queen could do nothing.

She was his. Naked. Bound. Wanting. Needing.

The king began to speak. There was no weakness in his voice. He was not out of breath after rendering her of her coverings. He was in total control.

"I love you my queen. I love you more than words or actions could express. There are times my words, my actions or my expressions will upset you. They will make you angry. I am human my love. I do allow emotions to control me at times. Sometimes that is good, sometimes it makes you upset. Therefore, they are bad."

Tears formed and were suspended in the corners of his eyes. The reflection of the torch light made it appear that his eyes were twinkling.

"It pains me that I make you angry. For you to shun me cuts me deeply. For you to pull away from me causes me to want to hide away. For you to not even talk to me and not tell me you love me makes me think that I will be forever unlovable."

His voice had grown soft during his narration. He paused. After a few deep and cleansing breaths he continued.

"However, you fail to realize that you are my top priority. You are my love. I have given you my heart. I will protect you, love you and take care of you in every way possible. Even if it means losing my own life. You know that. I know you can still perform your duties. I know you could function as efficiently and without fail during this time. I know you are strong!"

His voice raised at those last five words. Tears began to form in her eyes. He really did understand. He knows how strong she is and her ability to function. He does worship her. Worships her in a way that he has died to himself so that he can concentrate on loving her will all that is within him.

"My love." He continued. "You are with our child. I now have another to think of protecting with my life. I know there will be a bond between you and our child that I will never understand. I cannot wait to see that bond form. I cannot wait to witness our baby suckle on your breast. Relying on you for life. Connecting with you in a way that only a mother and child could experience."

He approached her and wiped the tears away from her face.

"You have been temporarily relieved of your duties not because you are weak. You have been relieved because of your strength. I need for you to concentrate on using your strength this last month for the sake of our child."

Her head sagged as her tears created small puddles on the ground by her feet. She did not know how long she cried, how long she sobbed.

The first impact of the flogger jolted her back to the reality of her bondage.

He knew what she needed. Even when she did not think anything else was needed.

He knew what she wanted. Even when she said she had no wants.

He knew.

He gave.

He owned.

He loved.

Part 10

Their laughter and playfulness during breakfast the next morning was not unusual for others to witness.