While The Queen uncharacteristically raged, Simon organized...
Raanan startled awake, jumping within
Simon's embrace. "My Lord?" he murmured.
Simon blurrily opened his eyes. "What
was that thumping?"
The Queen's yelling echoed through the
slave quarters a moment later.
"Something's wrong." Simon
frowned. "Go grab Viviana and Greta and we'll carefully head to
my kitchen to make breakfast for when he's done with this weird
outburst, whatever caused it."
"Yes, my Lord." Raanan gave
Simon an adoring kiss before tumbling out of the bed. He spared a
quick glance at Gaelan cuddled with Orlee in Tommy's bed and then
hurried out of the room.
"Come on, you two. I'll need your
hands and help with this too."
"Of course, my Lord," Gaelan
and Orlee answered together as they followed Simon to the doorway.
Simon looked toward the stairs in time
to see The Queen emerge from Prisca and Kaya's room with Prisca slung
over one shoulder. He looked the other way to see Raanan emerging
from Iona's room.
A moment later, Simon led his subs with
him into the hallway to join Raanan and Greta. The group moved down
the hall until Raanan stopped at Yiska's door and Simon ventured into
Prisca and Kaya's room.
"Hey, what happened?" Simon
questioned Kaya, who was sitting up in bed, holding a trembling Adan.
"The Queen summoned Prisca over the
intercom, but when she still hadn't appeared minutes later, he came
up here to check and found her still in bed, my Lord." Kaya
kissed Adan's forehead again. "Sh, sweet girl, it's okay. Our
Lord Simon'll figure things out," she cooed at the sub.
"Come here, Adan," Simon
ordered. Returning his attention to Kaya, "I'm taking a few down
to help make breakfast and serve The Queen and those in his room this
morning. Give it maybe twenty minutes or so and then let everyone
else know casual breakfast, unless I come back up to tell you to wait
longer."
"Yes, my Lord." Kaya urged
Ailin to lay between her legs.
Holding Adan's hand, Simon rejoined the
group in the hallway. "Slowly and quietly now as we cross his
room," he urged before they started down the stairway.
The Queen sat on the floor, rocking and
holding Prisca.
Simon gave Adan's hand another squeeze before
hurrying her out into the great room. "It'll be okay," he
murmured.
Adan glanced up at Simon. "Yes, my
Lord," she whimpered.
Simon lifted Adan into his arms,
encouraging her to cuddle against his chest, her face on his
shoulder. "Can you handle the toast, sweet?"
"Yes, my Lord." Adan clung to
Simon.
As the group passed into the living
wing, Simon lifted his voice slightly to ask, "Anyone so hungry
that they need to eat before we see about The Queen, Tommy, Iona,
Prisca, and Vala?"
"No, my Lord," came the
adoring response.
Simon looked down at Adan's face. "You
know this isn't your fault, right? You didn't do anything to upset
The Queen."
"But he was so angry, my Lord,"
Adan whispered. "I've never seen him that angry, my Lord."
"He was holding Prisca though. And
whatever she did doesn't matter right now. We're getting breakfast,
we'll serve them. Won't it be good to serve them all?"
"Yes, my Lord. Good to serve, my
Lord."
"That's my girl." Simon
caressed Adan's hair.
Raanan sidled up next to Simon. "My
Lord, do you have a plan for this breakfast?"
Simon smiled at Raanan's obedient
helpfulness. "On the hope of a formal breakfast, I had tubs of
scrambled eggs prepared. Just give them a stir to bring up the meat
and veggies in them before cooking them. Grab Gaelan to help you.
Then Greta can cook some bacon. Viviana should collect plates,
utensils, pour five glasses of milk."
"Good choice, my Lord," Greta
said as she pressed a hair tie into Adan's hand. "Milk will
certainly please The Queen, my Lord."
Simon gently placed Adan on her feet
just inside his kitchen. "Toast six pieces of bread and then
butter them. I want you to eat one and settle down some more before
we serve them."
"Yes, my Lord." Adan's small
frame was overwhelmed with a shudder. "As you please, my Lord."
Simon moved to one refrigerator to
retrieve a fruit salad he'd made the day before. He retrieved a
serving spoon and watched his submissives follow his orders. We
have some time before he's calm enough and we can feed them.
Copyright Joelle Casteel 2014. Excerpt from "Gates of the Garden: Book Two"
"Just
want to... please you... my Queen... but... but so... aroused... my
Queen." Vala whimpered and gasped as his cock pressed into her
wetness.
The
Queen smiled. "I know." He traced her lips with his index
finger. "I will be right back." He kissed her again. "And
then I will give you the chance to beg for the sort of using you
would best enjoy." He jumped to his feet. "Behave, my
lovelies, while I fetch my tardy slave." He ran up the stairs,
taking two and three at a time. He reached the top of the stairs and
threw open the first door on the left.
Prisca
gawked at The Queen standing in the doorway. She scrambled out of bed
and fell onto her face. With awkward limbs, she went to him and
jumped into submissive pose.
She
lifted her head enough to babble, "I... I am... sorry... my
Queen. Please... don't be... angry. I... I... just... I didn't mean
to... fall back... to... sleep. Was coming... want you... happy...
me... my Queen. Be good... I'll be... I'll be... my Queen."
"Shut
your fucking mouth and stand up!"
Prisca's
eyes grew wide with fear and arousal. She jumped to her feet only to
find herself over The Queen's shoulder. She hung limp against him,
her gaze fixed on the tensed muscles of his legs. "I'm so sorry,
my Queen," she whimpered against his back, desperately pressing
kisses to his skin.
Without
acknowledging Prisca's second attempt at an apology, The Queen
stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind him.
"I
didn't mean to, my Queen!" Prisca's words echoed in the
stairwell as the steps flew up in her vision.
"Gates of the Garden: Book Two" blurb:
Vala is very comfortable in her new
life, her new name. She's hopelessly in love, with The Queen, with
Iona, with life. She's learning about BDSM and knows The Queen has
many surprises, lessons planned for her. She's looking forward to
ceremony day...
The Queen considers, stresses, ponders.
Sometimes he goes to Simon for help, especially since Tommy messed up
so bad. He's considering things in the long term as he watches Vala
blossom into what he wants her to be...
Things are settling down and they
aren't for the rest of the stable. Tommy did so mess things up, but
at least there's Vala's training to entertain, to occupy the stable
as The Queen uses them in the ways he needs. Abrecan, Orlee, and
Gaelan struggle to come to terms with what one decision did to their
lives in the stable...
Please come
along with Joelle on this journey, shared with the readers in serial
fashion. A multitude of "Happily-ever-afters" are waiting
with the completion of book 9.
Author's Note: This novel is meant for
open-minded adults. Activities described include a wide range of BDSM
and sexual activities, some of which are male/male, male/female,
group sex, consensual slavery, oral/anal/vaginal intercourse,
bondage. The story also covers some sensitive topics in characters'
backstories, such as drug abuse, childhood abuse, religious abuse.
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Enjoyed this Joelle, lots happening in this snippet. Ooh, the Queen is angry! Uncharacteristic for him but I wouldn't want to be the one to make him angry! Love how Simon takes charge and how he reassures the others.
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Roz
thanks for the comment, Roz. Simon is very much in his element, organizing things and making things run
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