"When you hold the knife, even the proudest woman would know how to kneel" --- Your Author
"Your son humiliated me in public today," Adrian whispered against her lips, his hands sliding along the nape of her neck until his fingers closed over her shoulders.
A shiver ran through Eleanor’s body at the contact. "He took what was mine," he said. "So tonight it is only fair that I take what is his."
His hands rose again. He pulled the pins from her neat bun one by one, and her golden-blonde hair fell at once, tumbling over her shoulders and across her flushed face. He tucked a stray lock behind her ear and let his thumb trace a slow circle against her trembling mouth.
"Here is our arrangement, Eleanor," he said softly, his breath moving against her ear, "You are going to surrender that beautiful body to the trash of the academy, right here, on your husband’s desk. willingly!"
"You will be my perfect secret, and you will give me exactly what I want, whenever I want it."
As he spoke he caught her wrist, pulled her hand down, and pressed her palm against the hard shape of his cock through his trousers, holding them there so she had no choice but to feel how stiff he already was.
"Adrian...?!" Eleanor let out a soft, helpless whimper, and the pride on her face began to melt.
"But if you refuse," Adrian continued, and now there was no warmth left in his voice, "I will walk out that door. I will hand this ledger to the King. My mother will be more than happy to do it."
"And then I will watch my father rip Julian’s head from his shoulders with his own hands." Adrian let go of her wrist and pulled back slightly, giving her a sliver of space.
"Make your choice, my Lady," he said, and the smile he offered Lady Eleanor was almost pleasant, "The clock is ticking."
The silence in the study felt heavy enough to press against the walls. The only sound was Lady Eleanor Montfort’s rapid, shallow breathing as Adrian’s face was just a few inches from her.
His torn, blood-stained academy uniform were in an ugly contrast to the pristine, expensive fabric of her dress.
But behind that contrast, the pheromones had already thickened into a suffocating scent that made her legs tremble.
She was a respected noblewoman and the wife of the King’s trusted advisor, and even so her body was already overriding the last of her reason.
"I..." Eleanor stammered. Her voice cracked. She gripped the edge of the desk behind her with what little composure she still possessed, then bit the inside of her cheek hard enough to draw blood, using that sharp pain to fight the feeling blooming in her chest and the heat pooling between her legs. Find the original chapter at novelping(.)com.
"I can give you wealth," she tried to reason with Adrian, "I own a premium shop in the central business district that earns more than a hundred thousand spirit stones in revenue. You can have the deed and take all the profits. Just let us end this here."
"Do I look like a merchant to you?" Adrian asked, smiling as he took a half-step back to give her a little more room, "I do not want your spirit stones. What I want, you already know."
"What do you want?" Lady Eleanor bit her lip and looked up at him. She hoped that whatever she was thinking was just a misunderstanding from her part.
But the next words that left Adrian’s mouth made her mind freeze and body lock up.
"I want those clothes off your body and on the floor." Adrian spoke, his words loud and clear without hiding anything.
Eleanor flinched. Her chest rose and fell as she stared at him, "What? You... you want me to..."
"I am not undressing you," Adrian said, his tone completely flat, "You are going to strip for me with your own hands, to prove how desperate you are to save your pathetic son."
Eleanor’s fingers tightened on the edge of the desk. The last of her pride flared hot enough to burn through the pheromones for a moment, and she lifted her chin to look at him properly.
"You are standing in my husband’s study with the ledger you should never have touched," she said, her voice low and shaking with more than fear. "I could kill you here. I could burn every trace of you from this room, and no one in the world would ever know you walked through that door."
A faint brown light gathered around her right hand, wrapped into the shape of a blade.
Adrian looked at the glow, then at her face, and he laughed under his breath.
"Can you handle making an enemy of my mother?" he asked, "She is not an ornament of the court like you. She wears the pants in my family."
"And you must have heard the rumours of how possessive she is of me. I am her world."
"If I vanish, she will search heaven and earth for a scrap of truth. She will turn the capital upside down for clues until the pieces fit, and when they fit they will point at you." This story is hosted at novelping.com.
He stepped in again, close enough, not caring about her trembling hands, his voice stayed almost gentle.
"Then you will see what ruthless looks like."
"She will peel the Montfort name off the King’s table."
"Julian will not live long enough to finish another boast."
"Your husband will learn what it costs to birth a boy like Julian."
"And you, my Lady, will not be granted a clean death. She will keep you alive long enough to watch the house fall."
"She will drag you through the capital with every layer of dignity stripped away, until the nobles who bow to you in court finally see what you hide under these expensive clothes."
"They will look their fill. They will talk about the shape of you, your stiffened breasts, and even the colour of your unused pussy."
"And who knows? A few of them may not be satisfied with looking. Some of them may even get to taste what you are so desperate to keep private."
"Now tell me. Compared to becoming a plaything of those ugly, fat bastards in the court," Adrian leaned in, his lips barely an inch away from her ears as she felt his warm breath blowing against her skin,"wouldn’t it be nice to do it with me. And I will keep it a secret."
The mana wrapped around her palms flickered. Eleanor’s throat felt dry.
She looked at her own hand as if the power there had become useless, then she looked at Adrian’s smile and understood that the threat on her tongue had opened a worse door than the one she was trying to close.
The glow died and her shoulders sank.
Eleanor squeezed her eyes shut under the humiliation, but she did not argue. With trembling hands she reached for the top button of her blue velvet gown. Her fingers slipped twice before she managed the first button, then the second.
Adrian watched her undress without looking away, not wanting to miss a single detail.
"My first strip show," he whispered with a lecherous smirk playing on his lips, "And I am already loving it."