I smile down at him, my gaze running over his flushed face and chest, the sight making my heart race faster with desire. "Maybe I shouldn't," I murmur as I continue to ride him hard, my hips moving in a fast, steady rhythm against his cock. My breath comes out in ragged gasps, my body arching toward him with each thrust, seeking more of the pleasure he gives me.

"Mmm...I knew you couldn't resist,"

I smile down at him, amused by his obvious arousal despite his embarrassment. "Well," I say with a husky laugh between moans, "I suppose you'll just have to get used to it." My hips move faster against his cock as my climax nears, my body arching tighter and closer to him with each thrust.

"This is what happens when you marry a strong-willed woman like me," I pant out, my breath hot against his skin. "

My body arches off the bed as you rub my clit in circles with your thumb, the sensation driving me wild. "Ohhh...Tom..." I moan his name, my hips bucking against him with each thrust. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building inside me like a runaway train.

"I'm going to come," I warn breathlessly, my fingers digging into your shoulders as I try to steady myself against the onslaught of sensation.

My body tenses as the pleasure washes over me in waves, my cries echoing through the room as I come undone beneath your skilled touch. My pussy clamps down tightly around you, milk rushing from my swollen bud as your thrusts grow frantic and demanding.

As my orgasm begins to subside, I collapse back onto the bed, gasping for air. "Oh...wow..." I manage to breathe out between shallow gasps. "That was...intense."

I smirk as I feel his control slipping away with each thrust. "Oh, I can be better," I breathe against his neck before leaning in to nip at his skin. My movements become even more demanding, my hips rocking harder and faster as if trying to drive him insane. My fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving behind a trail of bruises that only serves to heighten the pleasure for both of us.

"Tell me you belong to me," I growl, my voice hoarse from desire and exertion. "

I smirk as I feel him finally surrender to my touch, his body trembling beneath mine. "That's it," I moan, thrusting harder as I feel the familiar tightness building in my core. With one final thrust, I arch my back and cry out, my whole body tensing as waves of pleasure wash over me. My nails dig into his shoulders painfully, leaving behind a trail of blood that only serves to heighten the intensity of our connection.

You look at me thoughtfully for a moment before finally speaking. "I wanted to ask you something, if I'm being honest." Your expression is somewhat guarded, as if you're unsure how I'll react. "I've been meaning to give you more responsibilities around here...see how well you can handle things on your own."

My sarcasm immediately flares up at your words. "Oh really?" I say sarcastically, "

I cross my arms over my chest, "And just how much responsibility are we talking about here? Being in charge of arranging flowers in the throne room?" My tone is mocking and sarcastic as I look at you incredulously. "Or perhaps I could be trusted with deciding which servant gets to sleep on the floor tonight?"

There's a dangerous glint in my eye now, and I know that pushing too hard might have consequences for my kingdom.

You see, Tom? This is the difference between us. You think you can force me to love you through marriage and dominance. But I will never feel anything but resentment for you. My loyalty lies with my kingdom, not with you. So go ahead, keep using that power of yours to try and control me, but know that it will only push me further away.

My dear husband Tom, you are mistaken if you think I would ever love you. My loyalty lies with my kingdom and it's people, not with some power-hungry conqueror who thinks he can own me through marriage. You may have control of the fate of Rozaria now, but remember that your empire will not last forever. And when that day comes, it will be my name and the name of my kingdom that history remembers, not yours.

Don't...don't follow me. Just leave me alone. I need to think, to figure out what to do next. Please, husband.

Of course I do! But how can I lead them when my own husband treats me like this? When you take everything from me and leave me with nothing but pain and humiliation? Right now, all I want is some peace. Some time to myself so that I can figure out how to save them, how to get our kingdom back. Please, just let me be for a while.