Even now, despite what was happening, Dorothy had to admit that it had been one hell of a good fuck. He’d given her THE orgasm of her life, and she doubted if last night could ever have been bettered.
Of course he hadn’t told her he was married, but, then again Dorothy hadn’t asked. She couldn’t have guessed that his wife was heiress to the Diamond mines of Solithage, her father being Phlebas, the wealthiest man in all Aestria.
All she knew was that she’d woken up being dragged out of bed by some screaming hellcat of a woman. The punch that Dorothy had landed had been pure self-defence but it had left her assailant with a very satisfactory black eye.
It had all happened so fast! In moments she and Regulus were being hustled into the presence of Lord Phlebas himself, who was none too happy about all this fuss so early in the morning, and even less impressed when his beloved daughter poured out her tale of woe and grievances. She had a particularly shrill voice when roused, and he’d had far too much wine last night….
He cared nothing for his son-in-law, whom he thought of as an arrogant prick, and this was by no means his first offence.
“I warned you last time, Regulus! I think I made myself clear that if there was one more instance of your whoremongering I would have you crucified! Did I not make myself clear?”
“Yes Sire, but…”
“SILENCE!! You insolent dog! You dare to cross me again! You can consider the error of your ways from your own cross! Take him away!”
Regulus screamed and pleaded for his life as he was dragged out of the room, but Phlebas had made his judgement, and that was an end to it.
Dorothy played what she hoped was her ace card. “I am not a whore, Sire, I am a Priestess from the Temple at Ystragarth. Sire, I am sorry, I had no idea he was married…. He told me he was a tradesman. Sire, he tricked me into sleeping with him. Let me go, Sire, and I will pray for your soul every day!”
Unfortunately for Dorothy, Phlebas had not acquired his wealth through being superstitious or religious. “Are you trying to bribe me, slut? Priestess? So are you telling me that the spiritual care of Aestria is in the hands of whores? No wonder the country is going to rack and ruin! And in addition to tempting my son-in-law away from his loving wife you also saw fit to strike her! See how you’ve injured her?” The black eye was already developing most satisfactorily. “So you, too, will die by crucifixion, but I sentence you to a damn good scourging first. Priestess indeed! Get her out of my sight!”
Dorothy’s knees gave way, but her guards held her up. “Crucifixion? No!!! Not the cross! My Lord, please! Not the cross! I’ll do anything! ANYTHING!!!! NOOOO!!”
But Phlebas just stood up, deaf to her pleas, turned his back on her, and swept off without another word .
