Arrival/Gift

Janice awoke the next afternoon to a soft kiss on her cheeks.
Her nose flared at the familiar murky cologne that wafted to her nostrils. She opened her eyes slowly and let out a sigh as she spotted Jules at the foot of the bed. 
His hair looked dishevelled, and she noticed he had discarded his tie as well as jacket leaving only the inner shirt which was rolled on.
"When did you arrive?" Janice murmured, groggily whilst sitting up.
She braced her back with a pillow and groaned as she kneaded the muscle at the back of her neck. 
She had met with the Queen earlier before she came back to bed to do some training on how to Maintain an excellent posture. Five heavy books had been placed atop her head, and each had toppled to the ground the moment she took a step forward.
The queen had hissed, scolded, and insisted she did it over and over again even though Janice had looked like she might pass out from standing for too long due to the rigorous activity.
It had taken up to two hours for her to manage to get the book to sit on her head and passed the test as well.
"I came here as soon as I arrived. Do you miss me?" Jules inquired, tilting his brow.
He sat on the bed and gripped her left foot. His soft hands played with the toes for a while before he began to massage them
 
"No," Janice whispered. 
Her skin tingled at his gentle caress, she kicked the duvet to let him have access to the other leg as well.
Jules' brows lifted as he stared at her. He knew she was lying because he had gotten a message from Margie and even a voice note she had recorded without Janice's consent stating how she missed having him in the same room.
He thought of how she would react if he decided to play the audio so she would listen to her voice.
"I believed I was well informed that you missed having me here even as I irk you most of the time."
"Margie and her big mouth!" Janice muttered.
"So, do you miss me, Madame?" Jules prodded.
"Okay, I missed you," Janice grunted. "Are you happy now?"
"Of course, I am." Jules chuckled, whilst patting her feet.
"Aha!" He exclaimed whilst tapping the back pocket of the black pants he donned "I bought this for you."
Janice's eyes widened as she clutched the tiny blue box he extended towards her. "What is in it?"
"Open and see for yourself." He urged, tucking a stray lock behind her ear.
Janice gasped as she opened the box. "How...?" She trailed off whilst assessing the golden necklace and earrings with her.
No one had ever gotten her a gift before let alone getting what she wanted exactly.
"I saw you checking it out whilst at the airport," Jules said. He remembered how her face had lit up as she scrutinised the necklace which was displayed in a glass. He wanted to see the same reaction again on her face.
"This is so beautiful." She muttered, hoisting the box to assess them. She liked its simple, yet sophisticated look, but she was aware of its cost.
"This is quite costly."
Jules shrugged as he took the necklace from her. "It didn't put a dent in my fund. It's just a minor thing."
Janice shook her head as she watched him unhook it. She didn't know how to appreciate him because she had barely gotten a gift from anyone while growing up. Not even her parents.
Instinctively, She closed the distance between them, and let her lips collide with his. 
Janice felt Jules stilled, and his body hardened as she wrapped her arms around his waist.
Embarrassed, she halted when she received no response to her kiss. "I'm sorry." She said, staring at the bed.
"No, no I'm sorry," Jules replied, lifting her head to gaze at her. "I was shocked."
"No, it's fine." Janice asserted with a small smile. Her gaze left the bed to stare at him for a brief seconds before glancing away.
"May I?" He inquired, lifting the unhooked necklace in front of her.
"Yes." Janice bobbed her head before lifting her hair from her neck.
"This is my first ever gift because I've never received any while growing up." She beamed as she clutched the gold hourglass pendant.
"I can send you a gift each morning to cover up for lost childhood." Jules asserted.
"Thank you, Jules," Janice said, blinking back the tears that pooled at the corner of her eyes. "You are so nice to me."
"You'll be my wife soon, and the mother of my heir. That is the least I can do to make you happy always."
"I'll repay this," Janice vowed.
"You don't need to. Just remain beautiful and happy for me." Jules murmured, caressing her cheeks.
For a moment, Janice would have thought Jules was in love with her. If she didn't know it was all a ruse to keep her in the dungeon that was his room.
Jules twirled her hair in his hand before he tugged her to him.
The blouse she donned rose, and his pupils dilated as he glimpsed at the tiny bump in her stomach.
"My heir." He murmured, stroking it.
"The baby could be an heiress, you know," Janice said.
"I know it's an heir and I don't mind having a little heiress with your eyes and hair later."
"It's too early to tell what the gender of the baby is." Said Janice as she tried wiggling from his grasp.
"I know that," Jules affirmed. "But, it's not too early to do this."
His head dipped, and he took her lips in a sweet kiss.
Janice's hand scrunched his shirt as he cupped her derriere and lifted her onto his hard-on.
"You are so sweet, Madame," Jules murmured as Janice let him slip his tongue in her mouth.
"I want you now." Janice moaned as Jules placed his lips on her neck.
Without further ado, Jules thrust in and let out a loud groan at the sweet feelings that erupted inside him.
"Sh*t," Janice cussed as he increased the pace. Her back arched, and she let out a shriek.
"You are so loud Madame," Jules said after a while.
Janice blush as she thought of the queen or maids hearing them.
"Don't worry, I like hearing you moan out my name." He rolled off her and tugged her to him.
Janice smacked his chest lightly as he chuckled. 
"Jerk." She murmured whilst drawing tiny circles on his chest.