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Chapter 5 of princess....
- Nov 10, 2009 at 10:29 PM
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I met him at the front gate, the guards opening up the thick heavy metal gate allowing us to walk through. He smiled at me and I found myself blushing, he reached out and took my hand, surprising me. I hadn't expected him to touch me. My initial reaction was to jerk away, but I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he flustered me. Instead, I forced my body to relax. I wiggled my fingers slightly, feeling the size difference in our hands, his was very large and hard, while mine was smaller and delicate compared to his. I had an image flash through my head of him being stuck in a hole and almost giggled, I wasn't going to share that thought with him and I am not sure he'd appreciate knowing I wanted to shove him into a hole.
I tried to ignore him, so instead I took in a deep breath of the fresh grass, the flowers, and the trees. I shut my eyes for a moment, feeling the sun shine down on my face, smiling. I opened my eyes and looked at the giant field, as far as I could see it was grassy, I could see some sheep, a few cows scattered here and there. I could see birds in the sky; I could see dragon flies flying through the tall grass. It was a beautiful sight. I really didn't get out as much as I should. I could hear dogs barking, the dirt road was empty of carts.
I guess I got lost in my own little world for a moment. It is easy for me to get lost in my own head, it's a pretty safe place to be, I can think, I can have my dreams, my thoughts, my feelings and no one is there but me, no one knows my secrets. Being inside my own mind is a good place to be.
"Do you want to walk in the field, or the woods?" Markus looked at me, squeezing my hand to draw my attention to him.
"The woods, there's a stream that runs off to the north side that's really pretty, a lot of the girls walk out there to pick berries, so the path is fairly clear..." I started to head off towards the woods and was jerked back by my arm.
"You need to wait for me to give you an answer; it's rude to just walk off without me. Walk by me." Markus looked at me, and I stared back, I tried to shake his hand off me but he tightened his grip almost painfully. I cringed and stuck my tongue out at him.
"Fine, whatever you say." I rolled my eyes at him when I realized he wasn't going to budge on this issue, and there's no way I'd be able to pull my hand out of his, so I gave up trying..
"Careful princess, I can find better uses for your mouth than your shrewish temper." He arched a brow at me and I felt my face turn red.
"Do you even know my real name, or how old I am, or anything about me?" I asked, attempting to change the subject, and pretend like I didn't get the gist of his naughty comment.
He walked slowly towards the woods where the trail was partially cleared. You can see the path from the field and I had to slow myself to walk at his pace and not charge ahead, it was hard to walk slow, I was so used to running everywhere I wanted to go. He didn't answer me for a moment, instead his hand relaxed on mine and he looked straight ahead.
"I know your name Princess, I know how old you are, and I know you're a termagant who needs taught her place and a few lessons about real life. I also know you're not the person you try to pretend you are. But you are really good at being a brat, you just need a strong hand to tame you and teach you some manners since you mother obviously failed..." His lip quirked up at the corner of his mouth, in that irritating way he had when he acted like he knew something I didn't.
I was beginning to hate that corner of his mouth. If he hadn't still been holding my hand I think I might have picked up a stick and hit him with it. How dare he bring my mother into these conversations, what secrets and lies had my father told him about me anyways?
"Okay, whatever, why don't you tell me more about you, all I know is your name is Markus, you're in your mid thirties and my father hand selected you...to marry me. I would bet money you did something to piss him off if he would saddle you with me. I am not someone most people can handle..." I couldn't quite meet his eyes, I cringed inwardly as the words left my mouth; they sounded kind of pathetic, even to my own ears. I stared at the tree as we walked on the path, pretending I hadn't just said what I did.
"Well, I had heard stories of you growing up; I heard of your antics, I was the one who approached your father about you. You sounded like a challenge, and if you love as fiercely as you hate Princess, I think its well worth putting up with you." His voice softened and he turned towards me, grabbing my chin in his left hand, forcing me to meet his eyes.
"You are beautiful, and I am thinking somewhere, under your gruff exterior hides a sad little girl who just wants a hug...." He reached out like he was going to hug me... and I snapped.
He ruined it. Had he just stopped at the beautiful part, and not tried to psycho-analyze me, I wouldn't have done it. But he did. He tried to imply that I was a little girl, if one more person brought up how small I was, how tiny I was, how young I looked, it would be too soon, and he pushed the one button that made me rage faster than any other...
I snapped and I punched him right in the gut. He doubled over for a second and then reached out and grabbed me. I hit him in the shoulder and started to rant at him.
"Screw you bastard, you can take your hugs, and your ideas, and your philosophy and you can go find a princess who wants to hear your damn words, this little girl thinks you've never had anyone tell you no. I am not a little girl, I am not small, I might not be as strong as you but I can find a way to kick your ass. NO. Do you hear me? N...O... Do I have to spell it out for you even more clearly than that? I don't want anything from you, I don't want you to touch me, I find you irritating and I wish I had never met you, you've ruined my life, and it was perfect until you got here..." I tried to kick him and missed as he moved out of my way, by the time I had finished my tirade, I was breathless and practically shrieking at him.
One of these days, I really, really needed to learn to control my temper, especially where he was concerned. I realized that in my attempts to hit him, he had both my wrists pinned against his chest and had managed to back me into a tree. I frantically looked past him, realizing that there was no one to come to my rescue. I tried to knee him, but he blocked me and shoved his knee between my thighs, effectively trapping me. I am not sure what made me angrier, that he was capable of physically over powering me, or the fact that I kind of liked being trapped by his strength and I felt my thighs instinctively tighten around his knee before I could stop myself and I pushed myself against him....
"I think you lie little girl; you can't even be honest with yourself can you? I think you like to argue, and you need a man who can handle you. I think you need someone who's not afraid of you, who won't bow to every wish and whim you have, and I think princess, that you sometimes need a good reason to get mad..." he taunted me with his words and I struggled against him, shaking my head, denying his claims.
I could feel his body heat as he pushed me harder into the tree. The bark of the tree was tearing at my delicate fabric of my dress and my hair was tangled in a mess around my shoulders.
"See, this is why you should wear braids, it keeps your hair out of your face, one of these days, you will understand that I have logic for the things I say to you and it might be okay to listen to me." He chuckled and raised my hands above my head with one hand, and used the other to brush my hair off my face.
I snarled at him, snapping my teeth like a rabid dog at his fingers. I was too incoherent to talk or even think straight at this point. This was exactly the position I didn't want to be in... even if my body did betray me and seem to have a mind of its own... I felt the heat of his knee between my thighs and I could feel myself slump against him as he laughed at my feeble attempts to bite his fingers. He was intentionally rubbing them over my lips and jerking them away before I could manage to get one between my sharp little teeth.
I hated being at his mercy, I was so little compared to him, helpless, and he very effortlessly could over power me. I tried to squirm against him, twisting and turning trying to find a weak point in his hold to get away and felt him lean into me,
"Princess, unless you are intending to excite me, I suggest you stop wiggling so much. And, don't even think about spitting on me." He looked me right in the eye and nudged my legs further apart with his thigh as he shoved it a little higher. I blushed, feeling the heat steal up over my breasts and up my neck and face.
I snapped my mouth shut, apparently I was that easy to read for him, I hadn't even registered consciously that I was about to spit in his face. I stopped squirming when his chest pressed against mine and he looked me straight in the eyes. I could see flecks of gold and emerald in his eyes now that I was a mere few inches from his face.
I drowned in his eyes, they were beautiful. I had never noticed how many different shades of blue and sparkles of other colors where in there before. Being this close had his advantage, if I was a painter, I would have attempted to reproduce his eyes. The thick black lashes around his eyes were a nice contrast and made them stand out on.
I opened my mouth to tell him to let me go, and attempt to pretend that I hadn't just been staring at his eyes. That I thought he was an ass who was uncouth and had no manners. But I never got the words out.
He kissed me then shocking me, I hadn't seen it coming. I closed my eyes, it was softer than I was expecting, the barest whisper of his lips touching mine, I leaned into him, I couldn't help it, and I kissed him back. When his lips teased mine I opened my mouth and he deepened the kiss, his tongue flirting with mine.
I felt shivers go up my spine and it had nothing to do with the way the tree was shoved into my back. I literally melted into him, there was no other way to describe my physical reaction to him, it was like a hot knife cutting through butter, I couldn't think straight, I could barely breathe... I could just feel.
Feel his heart beating against my chest, feel the heat of him pressed against me. He tightened his grip on my wrists painfully and I gasped, which gave him more access to my mouth.
Then, just as quickly as he had kissed me, he let me go and stepped away from me, and walked off towards the stream, leaving me standing there staring at his back in shock. Still registering what just happened.
"Didn't you want to see the stream? I believe it's over here." He called over his shoulder to me, his voice calm sounding.
I stood there shocked, confused. Didn't the kiss mean anything to him? How could he just kiss me stupid and then act like nothing happened? Oh, god, I kissed him back, I rubbed myself against him. What was the matter with me, I was supposed to be showing him how much I hated him, not getting into kissing situations. Why do things like this always seem to happen to me? Why do I seem to attract so much trouble where ever I go? Even when I am trying to be nice or well behaved I seem to get myself into sticky situations, and this was by far the worst and I didn't see a way to talk myself out of it this time.
I shut my eyes tight, then opened them and chased after him. I really would kill him for this. I can't believe I kissed him back. I cannot believe my body would betray me like that. If I could replace my body with a new one that I had better control over, I would. I glared at his back as I jogged to catch up to him. I could feel the scratches on my back from the tree. He stopped when he got to the stream and crouched down and scooped up a handful of the water and took a drink of it.
I got to the stream and flung myself against the large rock and looked down, ignoring him, not looking or speaking to him.
I looked at my wrists and could see bruising from his hand when he had gripped me. Had I been alone, I might have sat there and examined the marks more closely, pushing on them to see what it felt like. But I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing I was curious about the bruises he just put on me, I refuse to let him know he affected me this strongly.
He was scooping up another handful of water when I rushed over to him and gave him a hard push head first into the stream. He came up coughing and sputtering when I turned and ran.
Jerk, he deserved it. It might not be a hole but I bet the water would ruin his pretty clothing. I felt a grim sense of satisfaction at catching him off guard and giving him a nice soaking. It was the least that he should get for the things he had done to me.
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Emma, you are SUCH a talented writer! I love reading your stories, and find myself imagining what may happen next. I get giddy when I see you've posted another chapter!! Good job!
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