Who could ever resist you? Such sweet, poetic words dripping from your lips, I just know you'd be such a good boy, wouldn't you? If I asked you to, oh, help me undo my gown, nevermind that I have ladies for that, I want you to do it, you would, wouldn't you? I knew you would, you're my good boy, so eager to serve. And we both know those gloves are far too rough, you might wreck this delicate dress. So when I tell you to take off your gloves, you'll shed that piece of armour. Obedient, and vulnerable, and exposed, and so good for me. And when you finally begin your task, would I feel your hands tremble against the silk, would I hear your breath catch if I shift just a bit into your grasp, would you lift your helm so I can see those pretty flushed cheeks, that sweet, wanton look in your eyes as I cup your jaw and murmur, "that's a good boy."
And when the gown is shed, and I see that look of need in your eyes, I'll let you beg, and plead, and cry, and whine for a taste of me, even as your greedy hands already move to push me to lay back on my bed, to let you serve. It matters not that I have obligations in the morning, it matters not that I know this is a risk... for how can I resist one who wants to be such a good knight? Would you hold on to me, just like that, dig your nails into the pillow-soft flesh of my breasts and leave crescents behind to admire come morning? Of course you would, good boy, my good boy. The marks we leave on one another will match beneath our uniforms, yours of heavy steel and mine of delicate silk, marks of honour, of my good boy serving as he should.
And after we've satisfied all we can for the moment, I'll smile at you and bid you good evening...
Hopefully I leave you wondering if I meant good night, or good knight -- though I have a feeling you'll know exactly which I meant.
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