The Knight's Seduction (3 page)

With a little maneuvering, he managed to arrange her in the saddle before he mounted behind her. Penrod untied his rope and handed him the reins. “I will pack her things in my saddlebag and take the rear, my lord.”

“Thank you, Penrod,” he said, urging his horse forward to lead, one arm wrapped around Lady Daisy’s narrow waist.

She sat ramrod straight, as if to avoid touching him as much as possible. Even so, her warm thighs nested against his. Her soft bottom, spread by the saddle, pushed back against his cock, nearly making him groan as it thickened in response. Her hair smelled fresh, reddish lights glinting in the weave of her blond braid. She wore no hair covering, which seemed strange, but he preferred her this way, her beauty shining without obstruction.

She twisted in the saddle to look back at Hohenzollern, pain showing in her expression. He wondered how many loved ones she had lost that day.

“What will happen to Princess Susanna?”

“She will be taken to the holy Roman emperor for trial.”

Daisy gasped. “But she’s done nothing. It was all Eberhard, her uncle.”

Barrett agreed, but he doubted the princess would receive much sympathy. “We will pray for her safety,” he said.

Daisy swallowed. “For everyone leaving Hohenzollern,” she said, her words sounding strangled.

“I am sorry, my lady,” he said softly. He didn’t regret taking her as his wife, but he pitied her loss.

Her focus jerked to his face, surprise registering. Her eyes brightened with tears, but none fell. She nodded. “I believe you,” she whispered.

His heart skipped to hear she might not blame him entirely. He leaned forward and kissed her temple. “I will take good care of you,” he said. “I promise.”

She turned to face forward without answering.

His eyes traced the elegant curve of her neck and it took all his self-control not to lean forward and nibble on the little shell of her ear. He would have plenty of time to woo her later. Now she deserved a little restraint. He picked up the hood of her cloak and covered her head to remove temptation and protect her against the wind.

Penrod caught up and he picked up the pace, riding swiftly to reach Rothburg by nightfall. They arrived just in time for supper.

As they waited for the gates to open, Daisy stared up at the castle.

“It’s not nearly so big as Hohenzollern,” he said, fearing she found it lacking.

“But far better tended,” she said, her gaze sweeping over the outer wall and gate.

He remembered that Hohenzollern had shown some wear, as if repairs had not been kept up in the last few years. “Yes, my brother always has the men working on upkeep,” he said. His mount surged forward when the gates opened, eager for his stall and fresh hay. When they arrived, he dismounted and handed the reins to a stable boy, then lifted his new wife down. He loved the feel of her slender waist under his hands. He could hardly wait to strip off her clothing and… he shook his head. Patience. Supper first. Then seduction.

He washed up with the basin of water outside the castle door and dropped his armor and weapons in the arms room. Turning Daisy to face him, he removed her cloak and sent Penrod up to his chamber with her things.

She held out her wrists for him to untie her but he shook his head, smirking. “Sorry, lady, you have not yet earned my trust. For now, you’ll have to rely on me to be your hands.”

She flushed, frowning.

He led her to the dining hall where the men shouted their greetings. “Aha, there, Bear! You captured a lady!”

“Is she a lady or slave? Look, he has her bound!”

“I see you conquered Hohenzollern. You should have brought Princess Susanna back here hogtied!”

He ignored them and led Daisy to the high table, where his half-brother, Prince Erik, sat.

Erik stood and clasped his forearm. “Welcome back, brother. How fared the battle at Hohenzollern?”

He bowed. “Well. The princess surrendered today on the condition all women would be taken as wives, not slaves.” He could not keep the foolish grin off his face.

Erik raised his eyebrows, looking amused. “I never expected you to return with a wife,” he said.

“May I present Lady Daisy. I found her bravely defending the castle with her bow and arrow.”

Erik chuckled, his gaze traveling to her bound hands. “I take it she comes unwilling?”

“Aye, but she’ll get used to me in time,” he said and the men at the table laughed.

“If you can’t control her, why don’t you just give her a taste of the strap?” one of the knights called out.

“Oh, she’ll feel my belt when she displeases me,” he said mildly.

Daisy delighted him with a shiver beneath his grasp and he patted her little arse to remind her of his mastery. Oh, how he hoped she would test him again. He would love to have her bent over his knee again. Perhaps the next time he’d insist she be naked for her punishment.

He sat down on the bench near the prince, pulling Daisy to perch on his lap.

She struggled, trying to slide off his knees and onto the bench beside him.

He tugged her back against him. “Where do you think you’re going, little one?”

“Please, Sir Barrett,” she murmured in an undertone, as if trying to avoid a scene.

“I’m sorry, love. Your hands are tied. You will need me to feed you and that makes my lap the best place for you to sit.”

* * *

A flush of heat burned from Daisy’s sex all the way up to her face. Sir Barrett’s body connected with too many parts of her own for comfort. His torso melded to her back, his muscular thighs supported her bottom, and both arms surrounded her.

“Please, my lord. This is unseemly.”

His hand connected with the part of her bottom available to him in a light, but symbolic spank. Her bottom crawled at the memory of his earlier paddling.

“My lady, you are mine now, given to my care. Do not argue with me.” He pulled a piece of bread from the loaf on the table and held it to her lips.

She meant to refuse. After all, she should not eat like a trained dog from his fingers, especially with everyone looking on, as if she was their entertainment for the evening. But her mouth heeded her stomach’s desire rather than her head’s, opening and accepting the fresh bread.

Barrett brushed a crumb from the corner of her mouth and she ducked her head in embarrassment. She had never felt so self-conscious about eating in her life.

“What?” he asked, his thumb returning to stroke her lower lip.

Her breath shortened. She tried not to look at him, but her eyes disobeyed, sliding to the right and meeting his liquid brown gaze. She did not breathe at all.

“You’re lovely,” he murmured.

It seemed they were the only two in the room. With all her effort, she managed to look away, pulling her face from his grasp and staring down at the table.

“Sweet Daisy,” he murmured, his voice seductive. “Try this.”

God help her, she had to look.

He had piled a piece of cheese upon the bread and dipped it in his wine. It was the same food she ate every supper, and yet she had never seen anything so tempting in her life.

She made the mistake of looking his way again, her gaze landing on his mouth. Such sensuous lips. Would he kiss her with them? Her own lip still tingled from his touch. Her mouth watered, though she wasn’t sure if it was for the morsel of food he held or something else. She leaned forward, opening for the bite.

“Good girl,” he praised, popping the food into her mouth.

It tasted delicious, the mixture of the three flavors exploding in her mouth. She chewed, watching him watching her. Strange tingles shot through her body.

One corner of his mouth turned up. “You’re hungry.” It was a statement, rather than a question. It embarrassed her, as if being hungry said something about her character. Mayhap he sensed her appetite went beyond the food. He fed her another bite, brushing crumbs from her lips once she’d taken it on her tongue.

She shifted on his lap, in a curious state of unrest. How did this man have such an effect on her? She hated men. She certainly had never thought about kissing one before.

“Lady Daisy, are you a relative of Princess Susanna?” Prince Erik asked.

Her stomach tightened and she swore Barrett scowled before his expression turned blank. She swallowed her food and turned her attention to the prince. “No, my lord. I was born in Balenhof. Prince Frederick took me in as a lady-in-waiting to his daughter when my castle was sacked eight years ago.”

She shifted again. Sir Barrett had begun stroking her, his large warm palm sliding down the side of her ribs and over her flank, then reversing. Before she could stop herself, she’d made a low humming sound, like a cat purring.

Sir Barrett’s mouth turned up again and she stopped the hum, sitting up straighter. What was wrong with her? Did she actually
like
being manhandled by this burly knight?

Some traitorous part of her screamed
yes
.

She shoved it forcibly away. She could not encourage him. The most important thing tonight was to make him understand she could not consummate the marriage.

Sir Barrett continued to feed her until she shook her head and mumbled, “No, thank you.”

“Lovely manners, Daisy,” he said, the rumble of his low voice reverberating through his chest against her back. He picked up his goblet of wine and pressed it to her lips.

She drank several sips, certain he would spill it into her lap, but he read her perfectly, somehow knowing when she’d had enough to drink, and righting the goblet. He drank down the rest of the wine and lifted her to stand.

“Did you not eat?” she asked in dismay.

He grinned. “Aye, I ate along with you. Did you not notice?”

She ducked her head. She must have been too wrapped up in herself to realize.

“Come. I’ll show you our chamber.”

The mention of the word
chamber
brought a renewed sense of dread. She chewed the inside of her cheek, trying to think of something she might tell him to keep him from forcing her into that terrible act. She shuddered.

“Fear not, little one,” he said, probably noticing her shiver. “I will be gentle.”

She blinked back tears, any hope she’d had that he might not intend to consummate the marriage dashed.

He led her up the spiral stairs to the solarium, a large room with a high, domed ceiling. Instead of a pallet, he slept on a prince’s bed, raised from the floor and covered with a beautiful woven blanket. A tapestry hung on the wall, in rich purples, red, and brown. It depicted a large bear standing on its hind legs.

She gazed at it, then glanced at the bear claw around Sir Barrett’s neck.

“They call him ‘The Great Bear,’” Penrod remarked, seeing her stare. He crouched at the hearth, building a fire.

“Sir Barrett, you mean?”

“Aye. When he leads the mercenary army, instead of Prince Erik’s, they ride under the banner of a bear.”

“Enough, Penrod,” Sir Barrett said mildly. “And add more wood. I don’t want my lady wife to be cold.”

Penrod smirked and looked as if he might say something, but Sir Barrett raised an eyebrow and the young man seemed to think better of it. He added two more logs and stood, approaching his master.

Sir Barrett waved him off. “I will undress myself,” he said.

Penrod bowed and left, closing the door softly behind him.

Sir Barrett unwound the ribbon binding her wrists, then loosened the tie that held her bodice. She caught the edges of it before it fell open and backed away.

He allowed her retreat, stripping off his tunic and then undershirt.

“Sir Barrett… my lord husband?”

He smiled indulgently at her. “Yes, love?”

“I-I cannot lay with you.”

His brows drew together. “You can and you must, else the marriage will not be complete.”

Her mind searched about for something to say. “I mean, I cannot tonight,” she ad-libbed.

“Why not?”

“Uh, well, you see… I have my monthly courses. So you’ll have to wait.”

“I will punish you for that lie,” he said without any trace of anger. He stepped toward her. “I think you must want to be spanked again. Did you enjoy it, little one?”

Again the strange slithering sensation in her belly. She backed up until she hit the wall. “No! Of course I didn’t. Why do you think it’s a lie?” she asked, desperately continuing the pretense, though it would be easy enough for him to disprove.

“I have already had your bottom bare once today. Have you forgotten? I suppose I did not make enough of an impression.” He sauntered closer. “What is it, Daisy?” he asked, his voice gentle. “Are you afraid I’m too big? That I will hurt you?”

She seized on his suggested reason. “Yes, sir,” she said, nodding vigorously. “You are far too large.” She blushed furiously when she realized he may have meant his manhood, not his entire stature.

He smiled, reaching her and wrapping his warm palms around her waist. “I promise I will make it as pleasant as possible, my sweet wife. There may be a little pain, but only the first time. And I assure you it ends with a great deal of pleasure.”

She shook her head, blinking back tears. “Please… I don’t want to. Please don’t make me.”

He frowned, looking genuinely concerned. Cupping her chin, he lifted it. “You are truly terrified, aren’t you?”

The tears began to spill. She dropped her eyes and nodded.

“Of me or of the marriage act?”

“Not of you,” she said, her voice wavering.

“Look at me,” he murmured.

With great effort, she lifted her gaze.

“Did something happen to you to make you so afraid?”

She didn’t know how he had guessed such a thing. A sob choked her throat. “Please,” she begged, losing all semblance of control.

In a flash he scooped her up into his arms and carried her to a chair, where he sat with her cradled in his arms.

She didn’t even think to fight him—her body nested into his as if they were made to fit together. She tucked her face into his neck and wept in ugly, messy sobs. Just admitting her ruin brought back the terror of that day: watching her sisters raped and murdered, her own terrible violation, ended abruptly by another knight pulling him off her.
That one’s too young, Wolfhart.