Bared And Broken In By The Duchess Herself: An Explicit Medieval Femdom Ownership Romance

Betrayal bought my throne, yet the power leaves me isolated until I claim Lucas as my own. I saw him across the midday arena, and his bloodline marks him as the one I want. His surrender will secure everything I took the throne to keep.

He tests me with stubborn silence, that left shoulder rolling. Still he obsesses over the surrender I demand of him with every command.

In the dusk armory the ritual never changes. He kneels at my word, I take his forearm, and in my solar the cord seals our contract again. The stakes of my crown hang on whether this ownership holds without exposing the vulnerability I hide.