A week after the banquet In Grace Blairs study.
" Deny all invitations."
Blair looked at the pile of letters that her ladies in waiting had presented. It seemed that the banquet was a success in showing the Duke and Duchess' relationship wasn't as bad as the rumours had stated; even now there had been the odd letter requesting an audience with Blair.
Sadly she wasn't ready for any company, she was still recovering from the banquet. After seeing firsthand just how exhausting it was to entertain the nobility, she wasn't sure if she was cut out to be a socialite.
Blair much prefered the genuine talks she had with her ladies, even now Trix and Anne were talking like good friends about a recent risque book;
By the sound of the conversation it was one she herself already had amongst her collection. With no cellphone or tv to pass the time, books really were a life saver.
She layed her head down on the desk, cushioning it with her arm, she sighed heavily. Trix, Anne and Ellie took this as a cue that she wanted to be alone, they bowed before quietly leaving.
Blair heard the door click at their exit.
' If only Price would react to my advances.' Blair tapped her fingers on the desk in thought.
She hadn't heard a word from or about him since the banquet.
Blair grinned at the memory of his embarrassed face, of him holding back his cries best he could.
' Ah I want to see it again, so bad,' but the man was persistent in not handing over his dominance. Blair was going to have to rip it from his hands, the man needed to let someone else lead. Even with the few times she had seen him he looked tense and angry. Sure she may have caused his anger before the body snatch but she had only been able to bring out his innocent side. She desperately needed to shake him up at all costs, or this stalemate would persist for forever.
Blair got up from the desk and begun to pace, then a thought came to mind. A deliciously modern one, the easiest way to shake up an old- school man, such as Price.
She sat back down picking up her quill and paper, she begun to write, a wicked smile spreading across her face.
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It was the middle of the night and Price was busy deep in his work. He hadn't been sleeping well since the banquet. He had tried to fill his head with work but every time he would set down his pen to think Blairs voice would haunt his thoughts, always that same line.
" Cum for me, husband."
Oh he had, multiple times since that night.
He'd wake up twisted in his sheets, only to realize he was grinding his cock against the mattress a moment from release.
He'd then finish himself off with his hand, with thoughts of green coquettish eyes watching him. Thoughts of that night began to spread through his mind, they were most unwanted but he was too tired to stop them now.
The noise of the people around him, her eyes watching filled with mischief and lust, the thought of getting caught titillating. The muffled moans the glide of her foot over his hard appendage.
The more Price thought of it the more embarrassed he became at the whole scenario. How could that moment have excited him so much when he should be horrified.
" Should I just go see her?" He mumbled.
"See who, your Grace?"
Price jumped out of his chair startled at the reply.
" God, you're still here Brooke?" Price sputtered.
Brooke bowed at him from where he was across the room.
" You never dismissed me, your Grace." Brooke replied, all proper manners and blunt as ever.
Price realized how desperately he must need a good night's rest if he couldn't even sense another's presence around him.
" Your dismissed, Sir Brooke, I shall retire to my room." Price pressed a hand over his tired eyes.
" As you will it, your Grace." Brooke bowed again then exited the study.
Price tidied up the books he had knocked over, at his surprise, before leaving.
Upon leaving the room he saw Kris standing at attention.
" Turning in for the night, your Grace?" Kris said the last part sarcastically. Always jabbing Price for being his superior every chance he could. It was never done in poor taste, had they been behind closed doors they would speak openly without titles, but out in the open of the hallway with many eyes and ears some might not see, it was safe to keep up appearances.
" Yes, Sir Kristoff." Price spat back.
Kris eye twitched at the reply of his full first name.
Price began walking to his room Kris following,
thankfully it wasn't very far from his study.
They turned a corner and stood infront of his bedroom door.
" You can switch out for the night Sir Kristoff, get some rest, also I'll tend to my own Bath tonight." Price spoke this to the maids that had followed quietly behind them.
" Of course, your Grace." Kris exaggerated his bow, then waved at another knight down the hall before retreating for the night.
Price went into his room, shutting the door behind him.
He leaned on the door, undoing his tie aggressively .
" Damn that woman." He muttered to himself.
It was only then did he see on his Emperor size bed, a letter.
He walked over to it picking it up, it was sealed with wax and had the stamp of the Duchess on it.
He turned it over and in small cursive read,
'Blair.'
" What the hell?" Price said confused.
He brought it into the bathroom where he started the bath, placing it on the table next to the large hoofed tub.
When it was full and a perfect temperature, he fully undressed sliding his tired body into the water, some water leaked over the side from the disturbance.
Price leaned back, sighing in bliss.
He took a moment to soak before grabbing Blairs letter.
" Alright let's see what this is all about."
He unstuck the wax and opened the envelope, at that moment the room filled with a scent of lavender and spices. Price was taken aback at her favoured scent spreading about the room, realizing it had come from the note. The scent of lavender was meant to relax, but in Prices case the smell was equated to a temptress, and instead made his body tense up.
He removed the letter, placing the envelop aside, unfolding it he begun to read.
' I kneel before you, naked and between your open legs. I unfasten your pants pulling out your cock beginning to stroke it's long thick length between my oiled hands. I move my face closer to its bulbous head and give it a tentative lick with my tongue...'
Price shot up out of the tub, his penis fully erect.
" What the hell is this?!" Price felt his blush from his ears all the way to his neck.
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"Sexting, that's what I made you drop off in my Husband's room."
" Sexting?" Trix looked confused at the word.
Blair thought for a moment, realizing the word really didn't work here.
" Sextters?" Blair played with the word, before tossing the thought aside.
" Anyways ladies, it's roleplay where you tex-WRITE what you want to do to someone....sexually."
All three of her ladies blushed heavily, then Ellie broke the moment of embarrassment.
" T-that is what you made Trix drop off in The Grand Dukes bedroom last night?!"
Blair gave a graceful shrug.
" Yes?" Blair replied nonchalant.
" You wrote his Grace the Grand Duke a s-sexual letter?!" Anne was also piping in.
Blair just looked at their blushing faces, she smiled at their innocence.
' Adorable' She thought.
" Yes I wrote my husband a rather risque letter about what I would like to do to him," She leaned forward from her seat, " While being naked." She whispered the last part jokingly.
Her ladies were suddenly pacing about the room in a bustle , chattering amongst themselves words even Blair couldn't fully catch.
Some words like, " Our Grace is Crazy!", and " That Grand Duke." rang out loudly.
Then finally Anne stepped forward.
" You really wrote THAT type of letter to that Grand Duke?" She wasn't fully blushing anymore rather seemed concerned for some reason.
Blair stopped her smiling but replied,
" I really don't see a problem."
It was true, from how he'd been reacting towards her, she'd think he'd rather enjoy it.
" Your Grace," Trix put a hand on Anne's shoulder almost as if to relieve her, " His Grace is a rather...astute master, he's much colder and more.." She trailed off trying to find the proper word.
" He's scary." Ellie sputtered behind them.
Blair was taken aback by their words.
Sure he may have been icy and an asshole to the former Blair but since she had been teasing him relentlessly, she could only perceive him as ..
" But he's adorable." Blair spoke out, remembering his blushing angry face fondly.
That must not have been what they wanted to hear because each one of them had to sit down to digest the phrase.
" Your Grace, may I speak honestly?" Trix finally asked.
" I wouldn't want it any other way, love." Blair replied.
Trix waved off the teasing.
" Grand Duke Price Blackoak single handedly won the war against our enemy, him and his Knights brought back the head of the Southern Nations ruler to present to our King winning him not just the right to the title of Duke but Grand Duke of Blackoak." Trix ended her explanation.
Blair waited for more but nothing more came.
" Sounds exhausting." Blair just waved her hand.
So the man was powerful, so what?
She had dealt with many powerful men in her past life, she also knew them more intimately then their own wives, the shameful side they never wanted to show anyone other then her. It was never shameful to her if anything she figured the wives should know that their husband needed release in other ways besides sex. Everyone has a kink, no shame in that. One man's love of feet was another man's love to be dominated, so she'd say to her new clients.
Enough of the revelry, she picked up the envelope she had on her desk. She had a small pile of them now, she smiled to herself. She was planning on spamming the shit out of her husband.
" Anne, it's your turn to deliver a sextter."
Anne shot up out of her place on the couch she shared with the others.
" Wh-Why Me!?" Anne looked mortified.
Blair just lifted up the letter waving it in the air, beckoning Anne to come take it from her, Anne complied, clenching the paper in her hand gingerly.
" I'm going to make each of you deliver these letters, until my husband comes to visit me."
Anne sighed heavily.
" Then I fear, your Grace, we shall be doing this until we're old and grey."
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It had been three days since that first scandalous letter, and more had arrived. Everyday she'd send three letters and everyday he wouldn't open them until he was alone at night either in the bath or in his bed.
' What will it be today, i wonder.' Price thought.
He was laying on his bed in a robe, having told not to be distributed as he was turning in for the night.
For the passed three days, Kris and Brooke had looked at his annoyed face when a letter was delivered, he'd say to put it aside he'd deal with it later.
He'd seen Kris and Brooke exchange curious glances but say nothing.
He opened the first letter of that day,
" I have you layed across my lap, naked. I say to 'put that ass up,' you comply. I oil my fingers up and start playing with your most secret place. You moan heavily as I insert a finger. ' Stop Mistress' you say. I slap your ass with my other hand, you spread your legs wider at that, I finger you harder, when your moans become more desperate I insert another finger...."
Price crumpled up the letter in his hand, throwing it across the room.
' Why, why with his...his bottom?' She had started introducing this odd butt play into her letters yesterday.
His ears were heated.
How could that possibly be pleasurable? He had a many questions for his wife. Like how could she possiblity know that? Did she play with..with herself in such a way? Why had he called her mistress in it?
He looked down at himself in his robe, thankful he wasn't erect. The first day he had had problems, having to take care of himself with every letter, realizing they were going to be just as salacious as the next is when he'd decided not to open them until later. Everytime one of her ladies in waiting had delivered a letter he'd glare at her, then wave for Brooke to retrieve it, beckoning the young woman to leave. They'd comply, always leaving quickly with red faces.
"Sigh."
They must have known what was in the letters, probably not word for word but that the contents were unbecoming of a lady.
He'd remembered what Kris had said that day.
" If you hate them so much just go talk to her, or return the letters politely."
That fool had no idea what kind of sexual mess his wife had made him into. He actually looked forward to the uncomfortable feelings they stirred, so unlike himself. Never knowing how she'd play with him that day.
He recalled one of the letters on the first day, opening a drawer he rifled through finding said letter, opening it softly.
" You walk into your study, it's then that a hand shoots passed your face closing the door abruptly, I'm infront of you trapping you against the door with my arms caged around you. I lean my body into yours. ' What do you think you're doing, wife?' you say. I cup a hand over your mouth, putting the other over my lips with one raised finger in a 'shh' matter. 'Sir Kristoff is on the other side of this door, dear husband.' I say softly. In one swift motion I unbutton your trousers, pulling out your now hardening cock. I begin to run my free hand up and down in solid strokes. You spread your legs beginning to move your hips with each stroke. Your moans are muffled by my hand, you suddenly hear Sir Kristoff talking to someone just outside the door, then a knock. ' May I come in, your Grace?' It was Sir Brooke. You look at me with pleading eyes, you go to remove my hand but I grab it, uncovering your mouth, instead my strokes become more persistent, you groan heavily, panting so close to coming. I lean in whispering in your ear, ' If you wish to cum, tell him to leave.' It's then I drop down to my knees, inserting you in my mouth in one solid glide. My warm tongue circling its head in hot strokes. You groan loudly, your knees almost giving out. You pant then say ' please, Ugh, I wish to be a-alone.' I pull your swollen cock out of my mouth whispering a 'good boy' before grabbing your ass and sucking you in my mouth, gliding up and down your length so fast, working my tongue around the tip, with each stroke of my mouth your moans become louder before you say, ' I'm going to Ugh cum.' you try pulling my mouth away but I just grip your ass harder my mouth moves quicker. Just then I feel your seed climb up your length and start to spill into the back of my throat, I swallow it, still taking long sucking pulls before you collapse on the ground. I pull away, wiping the back of my hand over my mouth, I smile then say,
' Thanks for the snack.' "
Price crumpled the letter up.
' That couldn't possibly taste good so why?'
He chucked it across the room, standing up from his bed. His cock tenting his robe, he paced about the room trying to calm himself.
When he finally had his sexual urges under control, he changed into his pajamas; A soft pair of dark cotton pants and a shirt.
He had made a decision.
He walked over to his bedroom door, he exited the room. A young knight in training was at attention outside,
" Do you need anything, your Grace?" he spoke surprised at seeing him.
It was better this way, if it was Kristoff he wouldn't have heard the end of it.
" I'm just going to talk to the Grand Duchess."
The young knight was taken aback but bowed.
" Then I shall escort you until then."
Price knew he would, so he turned and begun to walk towards Wing of the house that Blair lived.
He saw two women standing outside of Blairs chamber, recognizing the two as Blairs ladies in waiting that had delivered the scandalous letters.
They looked up at his approaching steps, he saw their eyes widen in shock before composing themselves, bowing elegantly.
" We greet his Grace the Grand Duke Blackoak."
The brunette and blonde said in unison.
" Is her Duchess asleep?" Price said curtly.
The two women exchanged glances.
" No...but she's-" The brunette spoke.
" Then you may relieve yourself for the night."
They both looked nervous, eyes uncomfortable before bowing once more.
" We take our leave, may health and long life bless you, Grand Duke of Blackoak."
They quickly left the area, looking back nervously before disappearing around a corner.
" Sir Knight, you may keep your watch at the end of this hall."
The knight saluted, then walked a few paces down the hall, leaning at attention against the wall.
Price was worried about people overhearing his wife and his conversation so he didn't want anyone around, especially a young knight who may be prone to gossip.
' Not that there was going to be anything to gossip about.'
Price had just wanted to tell Blair to stop with the letters, and any other possible tricks she had planned.
He knocked before opening the door quickly, not waiting for an answer.
" Yo- your Grace!" It was another lady in waiting.
She was shocked to see him clearly.
She composed herself, before bowing.
" I greet the Grand Duke of Blackoak."
" Where is her Grace, the Duchess?" Price spoke formally.
The auburn haired lady in waiting glanced toward the bathroom.
Price realized she must have been readying herself for bed.
" You may leave." He spoke to the lady.
She glanced once more towards the bathroom, blushing lightly, then bowed.
" May you be with health and long life, Grand Duke Blackoak." She spoke loudly then was necessary before exiting the room.
He watched the door close as she exited.
" So, dear husband, finally come for the real thing?"
He heard wet footsteps behind him, her fragrance of lavender and spices filling the area.
' Ah, she was having a bath.' He felt his neck heat up at the realization.
He turned, then had the wind knocked out of him.
She stood in the center of the room, fully nude.
She was drying her hair with a soft white towel.
He couldn't help but stare at her soft lush breasts topped with pink dusky nipples and a shock of soft red hair between her legs, hiding her sex.
" Wha- what are you doing?" His whole face turned hot in shock and emberrassment, yet he was unable to tear his eyes away from the breathtaking sight.