The Queen Denies Her Knight His Wedding Night: A Filthy Medieval Femdom Orgasm Denial Romance

I never allow Jude to find his end, no matter how his body strains under my voice in the stone vaults of the castle.

He obeys without a word, dropping his eyes, kneeling with the cord tight around his wrists. His fear of unworthiness shows in every line of him. Only this control keeps back the abandonment my parents' marriage taught me to dread, and in the private solar I twist my thumb against my palm and make him wait.

Tonight the registry vault seals us in. I order him to stay perfectly still and deny us both the release we can feel building. The dukedom waits on how long he can hold. I tell him the night is not over.