Inheritance: Threads of Fate

Chapter Eighteen - The Orchard

He made it incredibly difficult. When you took off your robe to wash your face he came behind you and pulled your hair to the side, exposing your neck. He traced the bruise he left you with his fingers delicately.
"Mmm." He hummed softly.
"Are you content with your brand?" You chuckled.
"Could have been bigger..."
"I couldn't have hid it if it were any bigger." You laughed, splashing water on your face.
"That's the point." He chuckled
You dried your face, and threw the towel at him playfully. "You're out here trying to make me look like a slut."
"Just for me, My Pet."
"I suppose you'd have me dress like those women in the harems we passed on the street?"
He sucked air through his teeth and grabbed the back of your head. "If you dressed like that, I would parade you around in chains...have my way with you wherever I felt like it..."
"Hm...you're giving me ideas..."
"You're going to get yourself in trouble again..." He growled in warning.
"I could just wear that little slave outfit... let you shackle me...chain me up in your study under your desk..."
His eyes went black. "Don't tease..."
"I could make it very... difficult...for you to get any work done. Your cock would always be right in front of my mouth..."
He forcefully pinned you against the wall, hands above your head. "You need to learn to obey your King."  He spread your legs with his, then pressed this thigh up against your clit. "Go on...you know you want to..." He commanded.
You couldn't help it, you started grinding on him softly...your wetness seeping onto his pant leg.
"Aww... my poor girl... you're already soaked..." he cooed.
"You... started it..." You whined softly.
"Mmm...no My Pet... you started this, and until you learn your lesson I will continue it..." He pulled out the pin holding your wrap, letting it unravel to the floor, exposing your breasts to him. "Much better..." He leaned down and began to suck on your nipples, swirling his tongue around them softly.
You moaned and rocked back and forth, using his leg to rub your clit.
"Is my girl getting all worked up?" He purred.
"Mhmm..."
"Good..." Then he pulled his leg away from you.
You groaned..."Caspian..."
"Are you going to keep teasing me?" He growled in your ear.
"No...I'll be good..." You breathed.
He kissed you softly. "Get dressed."
"FUCK. You're going to kill me..." You whined.
He laughed. "I've never heard of 'death by denial' but you would be the first person to succumb to it."
You pouted. "You're so unfair..."
"You know our rule..." he smirked.

With great effort you got dressed, and called Raxe and Zumi to meet in your room.
"So we were trying to figure out how to gain access to the orchard." Zumi began. "We think the easiest solution is actually the simplest. I play as a lord who owns a small orchard, and wants to buy some pickers from him."
"We can ask to meet his most experienced slaves, if your dad is there, he would definitely be brought out." Raxe added.
"But why would we be there?" Caspian motioned to you, Raxe and himself. "Does a nobleman usually bring an entire group with him to buy a slave?"
"No..." Zumi thought. "You could pass, bringing one slave along makes sense but not my wife and a blacksmith..."
"You have to be there." Raxe looked at you. "You're the only one who would recognize your father."
"What if you were looking to trade me for a picker?" You suggested. "A slave for a slave?"
"Absolutely not." Caspain shook his head. "Remember the last time you volunteered yourself into slavery?"
"I wouldn't actually be staying..." You insisted. "Just to get me in the door..."
"We could say we would be looking to trade, ask to meet some of his pickers... then say I need a day to make my decision." Zumi added.
You nodded in agreement.
"I don't actually need to be there." Raxe pointed out. "I can spend the time scouting the perimeter of his property, try to find a way to get your dad out."
"I won't do it if we're not all in agreement." You looked at Caspian.
He sighed. "Alright, fine. This seems the most logical...I just don't like the thought of using you as a barganingship."  He held your hand. "But I know you can handle yourself."
You smiled at him. "I still love that you worry."
"Alright love birds, let's get going." Zumi grabbed a handful of dates from the bowl on the counter.