Jacob's Expectations

Jacob denied me the opportunity to respond, for he drew me into his embrace with an irresistible force. In a matter of moments, his lips were fervently pressed against mine.

"I cannot help but admire how exquisitely you appear in those jeans," he murmured, his voice dripping with admiration.
"They complement you so effortlessly.”
“Perhaps I should insist that you wear them whenever we find ourselves alone in our chambers."

Before I could utter a word, his mouth claimed mine once more, and this time, I found myself completely enveloped by his presence.

Jacob's hands encircled my waist, causing a wave of unease to wash over me. Uncertain of his intentions, I instinctively took a step back, only to find myself inadvertently trapped against the sturdy bedpost.


"Fear not, my dear," he assured me, his touch firm yet gentle.”


With one hand on my hips and the other on my shoulder, he pinned me against the post, his body weight securing me in place. His lips sought mine with an urgency that left me breathless, my attempts to resist futile as he pressed down upon me.

The kiss deepened so abruptly that I found myself gasping for air, my very being on the verge of collapse. Were it not for his presence directly atop me, I would have fainted from the lack of air. Relinquishing his hold, he lifted me effortlessly into his arms, carrying me with grace to the edge of the bed. There, he gently set me down.

I lay there unable to move as his lips suddenly met mine in a passionate embrace. In an instant, I found myself lying flat on the bed, completely at his mercy. With a powerful presence, he hovered over me, his gaze piercing my very soul. He straddled my waist and, I felt a wave of dread wash over me.

His actions, while intense, carried an air of undeniable magnetism. The room seemed to pulsate with the energy of his desires. Each touch, each movement, held the weight of a forbidden dance, and I, a less than willing captive.

He pressed his full weight down upon me/ I felt a twinge of fear. I knew that this man was capable of anything, and I was at his mercy. His hands moved from my waist to my hips, and then to my thigh, sending shivers down my spine. With each passing moment, his touch grew more intense, more passionate. I hesitated, unsure of what to do next; he grew impatient.

In the charged atmosphere, time seemed to slow, allowing every heartbeat to echo in the room. The air crackled with tension, and trepidation. His eyes held a primal fire, and I found myself caught in a tempest of emotions – uncertainty, and a profound awareness of the power dynamics at play.

While his hands explored the contours of my body, I grappled with the internal turmoil, torn between the allure of the moment and the realization of the consequences that lingered in the shadows.


"What are you planning on doing?" I asked.
“Don't worry, baby," he said, his voice dripping with desire.
"I won't take it too far right now.”
“ Tonight is going to be great.”

I shook my head, my heart pounding with fear.

"No," I said firmly.
"We won't be doing that tonight."

He looked at me, his eyes dark with anger.

"What did I just hear you say?" he demanded.
"I said no," I repeated, my voice growing stronger.
"I'm not ready for that tonight."

He glared at me, his eyes burning with fury.

"You dare to speak out when you know that a friend's life is at stake?" he declared.

I swallowed hard, my heart racing with fear.

"Jacob, what are your full intentions tonight?" I asked, trying to distract him.

He looked at me, his eyes narrowing.

"You know what my intentions are," he said, his voice low and dangerous.
"I can make this a lot worse for you."

I felt a chill run down my spine.

"I could make this the best night of your life or the worst," he continued.
"Either way, I will be satisfied at least for tonight.”

“There was a knock on the door.”
“What is it?”
“The cook has requested your presence, your highness.”

"Pardon me?" Jacob raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with regal authority.
"You dare interrupt my presence with such trivial matters?
“Pray and summon Jake to address the cook's predicament.”
“I am currently engrossed in a matter of utmost importance."

"Your Highness, the cook specifically requested your assistance," the servant persisted.
"Very well," he conceded, his tone laced with a hint of annoyance.
"I shall make my way to the kitchen forthwith."

His gaze shifted back to me, his eyes commanding.

"I expect you to remain here, obediently reclining upon this bed until my return.”
“Begin your preparations for the evening's repast in my absence."
"As you wish, my lord."
"Now, that is more befitting," he remarked, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. "

“I have already instructed the maids to lay out your attire for tonight.”
“I personally selected a dress, one that I hope will please your discerning taste.”
“Its black hue and form-fitting silhouette seem to complement your exquisite figure.”
“Moreover, it shall facilitate matters for me later this evening."

I yearned to voice my objections, but before I could utter a word, he pressed his lips against mine once more. With a swift motion, he rose from the bed and exited the room, leaving me longing for Jake’s presence.
The sound of the door locking behind him echoed through the chamber, sealing my fate within these opulent walls.

Cursing my ill fortune, I realized that the balcony, though tantalizingly close, stood too high for my escape. The ivy, regrettably, failed to reach the pinnacle of the towering pillars. Indeed, there existed a resplendent ebony gown that appeared to constrict my every breath. Just as I was poised to adorn myself with the stunning dress, a maid gracefully entered the room.


"Forgive my tardiness, my lady, for I was preoccupied with various matters pertaining to this evening's affairs."
I inquired with a hint of trepidation, "Pray, do not inform me that it concerns my undergarments once more?"
Regrettably, she responded, "I wish I could offer an alternative response, miss, but indeed it does."
"What might they be this time?" I inquired, already anticipating the answer.
"Black lace," she revealed.

"I had surmised as much," I sighed.
"What course of action shall I undertake?" I pondered aloud.
"Tonight, I am inclined to decline his proposal, yet such a decision would inflict harm upon a dear friend."

"However, should I acquiesce, what fate shall befall me?" I mused.
"By doing so, I shall be left without an escape from this predicament," I lamented.
"I cannot fathom being bound to him for the remainder of my life," I confessed.
"He is as cruel and abusive as the rumors suggest."
"Should I find myself bearing his offspring, I shall be ensnared in an inescapable trap."
"Please do not entertain such negative thoughts, my lady.”
“You shall undoubtedly find a solution to this predicament.”

“I must apologize for having burdened you with this information."
"Your words are most comforting, my dear.”
“I am grateful for your reassurance."

With her assistance, I donned the dress that was, regrettably, quite snug. She then fashioned my hair into an exquisite updo and applied makeup to enhance my features.

"You are now prepared for his arrival, my dear.”
“The prince shall be awestruck upon laying eyes on you."
"Your kind words are most appreciated, my dear.”

“I can only hope that everything shall transpire as planned."
"I understand your apprehension, my lady.”
“ However, I implore you to trust in yourself and your instincts."
"I am at a loss.”

“Refusing him could result in dire consequences."
"Ultimately, the decision is yours to make, my lady.”
“ Perhaps feigning illness or claiming to be with child may prove advantageous."

"Please, let us not speak of that night.”
“ It is a painful memory."
"Forgive me, my lady. I shall refrain from mentioning it again."
"Time is of the essence, my lady.”
You must depart before his return."

Alas, we were caught off guard by Jacob's sudden entrance. We both curtsied in deference.

"You may leave for the evening, scatter." The maid bowed and exited the room.
"How long have you been present, Jacob?"
"Long enough to hear of your pregnancy, my dear."

"No, she was merely suggesting that it would be a joyous occasion if such were the case."
"Excellent news, for you shall have no qualms in me doing this." Jacob enfolded me in his embrace and pressed me against the bedpost.

His fervent kisses left me breathless and disoriented. Before I knew it, he had lifted me and placed me on the bed, pinning my hands at my sides as he continued to shower me with his affection.

After a few moments, he finally rose from the bed. The wait was well worth it. I remained silent. I attempted to stand and, my knees gave way. I nearly collapsed. However, he was quick to catch me, his strong arms preventing my fall.

"It seems someone else enjoyed that as much as I did," he remarked, a sly grin on his face.

Without a word, he led me out of the room. Thankfully, we arrived at the dining hall in no time, and the guards promptly opened the doors for us. As we took our seats, Vivian and Jake entered the room, her hand tightly clasped in his.

Vivian wore a silly grin, as if she were keeping a secret, but her disheveled hair betrayed her. Jake glanced at me, bowing in concern, and I offered him a wry smile. Jacob blessed the meal, and we began to indulge in the feast that the chef had prepared. The flavors were exquisite, and every bite was a delight to the senses.

The evening's meal concluded with unfortunate haste, for scarcely had I indulged in the final morsels of my delectable dessert when Jacob, with an air of elegance, materialized before me, accompanied by the enchanting strains of music.


"Might I have the honor of this dance, my lady?" he inquired, his voice a symphony of charm.
"As you wish, my lord," I acquiesced.


With seamless grace, Jacob guided me from my seat, leading me onto the polished expanse of the dance floor. His embrace, however, proved to be excessively tight, causing a disconcerting sensation to course through my being.

The music commenced. I found myself succumbing to a dizzying spell, yearning for the melody to extend beyond its mere three minutes. Alas, its conclusion arrived all too swiftly, and

Jacob compelled me into a deep curtsey, causing a twinge of discomfort to ripple through my frame. Though Vivian and Jacob appeared oblivious, I discerned a flicker of concealed anger in Jake's eyes, a testament to his displeasure at how I was being handled.

The tension in the room escalated subtly. Sensing the undercurrents, the atmosphere became charged with an unspoken rivalry, hidden beneath the veneer of social decorum.

The last note of the music lingered in the air, Jacob, ever the masterful dancer, suggested a second round, claiming it a tradition in the noble circles. I hesitated for a moment, glancing at Jake, whose jaw clenched imperceptibly. Nonetheless, I acquiesced, allowing Jacob to pull me into another dance, the steps more intricate, the movements more intimate.

The dance floor became a stage for a silent power struggle, each twirl and dip an unspoken challenge. The disapproving glint in Jake's eyes intensified a silent protest against the encroachment upon a territory he believed to be rightfully his.

The waltz continued. The room seemed to shrink, the spectators becoming unwitting witnesses to a dance that transcended mere physical movements. The invisible strings of tension wound tighter with each step, creating an electric energy that crackled beneath the surface.

The grandeur of the hall, adorned with tapestries and glistening chandeliers, provided a stark backdrop to the unspoken drama. The feast, now a distant memory, left a lingering taste of bitterness as the dance unfolded in a delicate balance between elegance and restraint.

Finally, as the music reached its crescendo, Jacob executed a flourish that left the audience in awe. Jacob led me away from the dance floor, leaving Jake to his own devices.


"Dearest, let us retire for the night," he proposed his voice a velvet caress.
"As you wish, my lord," I replied, my words laced with terror.
"Good night, Vivian.”
“ Good night, Jake," Jacob bid them farewell, his voice tinged with a hint of longing.
"May you both relish in the delights of the evening," they responded.