Being the Maid Ch. 04

Ha. His lady indeed. No matter how he made her body feel there was no way she was staying here and living like this. Of course he was infatuated with her, she was a fine specimen of noble breeding and he was nothing more than a commoner who was enjoying her lily white flesh. She took it as her due. Although her emotions were sometimes conflicted because she did so enjoy his brutish dominance of her. However, she assumed that once in the hands of her noble husband, there would be even more pleasure to be had, because what commoner could compete with a Prince?

"Come sweetheart," Patrick said, breaking into her thoughts. His eyes glittered in the firelight. Was he going to take her again? Desire stirred in her loins. If he didn't tonight then she'd have to make sure that he did tomorrow in order to wear him out even more. "Time for bed."

She went willingly, following him into the tent. To her disappointment he didn't seem inclined to take her again. Instead he curled up around her possessively and soon fell asleep. Lying in his arms, Eleanor waited until she felt him go rather limp and then she wriggled her way out of his embrace. He didn't wake up. Grinning to herself, she moved freely about the tent, trying to be quiet but not silent. Still he slept. She walked round and round the tent, partly to tire herself out so that she would be able to sleep the rest of the night and partly for practice. After all, there was no way she could saddle a horse on her own, so she was going to have to walk.

Tomorrow she'd question Patrick as much as she dared and try to find out how far they were from the nobleman's house. If she were lucky perhaps this would be her last night here and she could soon return to the life that she was meant to lead.