Sylvia now had a robe on and went back to help Vernon out of the bath. She dragged him back and dumped him on the chair.
He grunted, "Do you have to be so rough?"
"I'm trying my best."
"I don't think you are."
"Are you trying to pick a fight with me?"
"No, just help me get dressed."
"Magic word?"
"Please." He gritted out.
Sylvia enjoyed his discomfort and anger; it was fun for her. She wanted this to last forever.
"Why are you smiling like that?"
"Huh?"
"That evil grin."
"This is nice."
This was one of the few rare moments that she meant it,
"How is it nice, Sylvia? That I'm in this state."
"Yes, you have been decent from the first time."
"Decent, so I have been indecent for you?"
"In many ways, yes, most definitely."
"Get me dressed."
"Again."
"Sylvia, you are truly trying my pat......."
"Uh uh, I don't want to hear those words."
"You......…."
"We don't have all day."
"Fine, help me get dressed."
She smiled, "I would be delighted to."
He just nodded and could tell that asking her nicely hurt more than the bleeding wound on his body.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
"What now?"
"Can I pick your outfit?" She replied giddily.
"No."
She felt bummed out, "But why?"
"You don't know my taste."
She stood arms akimbo, "I do, dark and moody."
"What did you...….."
She cut him off, not caring what he had to say,
"Fine, you pick and I will bring them to you."
"If I could only just...…."
"Well, you can't, now let's get the show on the road."
Vernon pointed out what he wanted to wear, and she picked out his clothes.
She tossed him his undergarments, "You are going to have to see yourself there."
"Sylvia."
"Yes?"
"Come."
Her eyes widened, "I......."
"Now."
She walked until there was a small amount of space separating them.
"Put them on me, I can't bend."
"You know I can't!"
"But you can."
"Can I please call Celia?"
"No, it's you and me."
She looked at the floor. "Wait, I need to prepare mentally."
He gave a small laugh, which was the first time she had heard him laugh a bit, genuinely at that.
"You have no right to be laughing at me."
"Fine, prepare. I don't know how you are magically doing it."
She could do this,
"Yes, I can do it."
She went up to him and took his undergarment, "Ahhhhh, I can't."
"But you can."
"Doesn't this make you uncomfortable?"
"What does?"
"I mean, you know, seeing you and all."
"I'm not you, Sylvia, I don't care."
She nodded, "Alright then."
Sylvia was fully in front of him and placed her hands on his torso, and pulled down, but she did not look.
She pulled them completely off and knew that he was completely naked. Her face was flaming hot.
"You turn any more red, you might faint, My Queen."
"Let me concentrate." She snapped at him, not in the mood for his callous jokes. Couldn't he see the predicament that they were in?
"You can look, I don't mind."
"NO THANK YOU!" How can he even have the decency to offer such? How silly of her, how can she expect decency from him?
"You have to dry me."
Her mouth went dry. "Do what now?"
"I can't put on fresh ones wet, can I?"
"No, but at the same time....."
"We don't have all day."
"You are enjoying this."
"I'm not, you are the one acting like a child."
"What?"
He looked her dead in the eye, "We will have to consummate our marriage soon, so you are going to have to get used to it."
"WHAT?"
"Yes, as sweet as your innocence is, I need heirs soon."
"You have concubines." She replied quickly.
"But I need them from you, My Queen."
"I......….it's just that......….we are......wait......…I......."
"You do know that we should have consummated our marriage on our wedding night."
"I know."
"How did you think it would work?"
"We will talk about this later."
Sylvia grabbed a towel, looking everywhere but at his son down there. She began reluctantly drying him.
She stopped, "You are going to have to dry yourself there, I'm not touching it."
"It." He chuckled.
He must be in a good mood for him to be reacting this way; it was strange. When he finished, she began helping him put on his undergarments. She made eye contact with him and quickly averted her gaze.
That made it more intense, well, for her. When Sylvia was done, she breathed out in relief.
"Finally, I have done it."
"Wasn't so bad, was it?" He teased her.
Sylvia took her time finishing getting him dressed and ran her hand through his dark, luscious hair as she brushed it.
"Having fun?"
"Ye......No."
"Which one is it then?"
"No."
She placed the brush to the side and looked at him fully. He was a cruel master piece.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked in a tone that seemed to care about what she thought.
"I did a mighty good job, I must say."
"That's all?"
"Yes, what else do you want me to say?"
"Nothing."
There was a knock on the door, and right on time. She was starved.
She got up and got the food, she jumped in the minute she sat it down.
"Aren't you going to bathe first?"
Sylvia wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "No. I will once I'm done eating."
He nodded as he began eating, "Slow down."
Why did this man have a problem with everything that she did? She was tempted to even eat faster, but decided to hear him out.
"Why?"
"Don't speak with food in your mouth."She swallowed hard, "I only did it because you won't stop asking me never-ending questions."
"Carry on there, I suppose the quicker you eat, the sooner you can bathe."
That was it, she was not going to bathe anytime soon to teach him a lesson. Maybe only then would he let her go.
Plan commence........
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