29: Which of the Cheeks?

Winifred was angry at everything at the moment. The fact that the Prince handed her over to the scary head of servants and the fact that she had just faced yet another humiliation of her life. Her buttocks stung like she had just been bitten by a scorpion and her face felt painful, even her lips hurt from being pulled on too hard.

She hid her face in Arthur's fabric as he carried her, ignoring the fact that he had just said he was sorry. Soon, they were in his room and she still couldn't bring herself to look him in the eye, this was one thing she couldn't understand. She had no problem looking into his eyes and saying what she felt like before.

'Must be the humiliation.' She concluded in her mind.

When Arthur gently placed her on the bed, she winced with pain and Arthur was angry all over again.

"I'm so sorry about this." He apologized again, rendering Winifred speechless.

She felt both angry and giddy at the same time.

"Well, you should be sorry, you handed me over to a witch and asked her to train me in the harshest way possible. What were you expecting when you said that, huh?" She finally let out, in her usual fiesty manner thus causing Arthur to smile.

Arthur was glad that she was still herself despite what she had just gone through. He was slowly finding out that he really loved the way she expressed herself and how fiesty she was, he however noticed how much she winced from pain and so he called out to one of his personal servants who rushed into the room immediately.

"Martha, get equal amounts of radish, bishopwort, garlic, wormwood, helenium, cropleek and hollowleek then pound them up, and boil them in butter with celandine and red nettle. After doing that bring it to me and do it fast."He instructed.

Martha rushed out to carry them out instantly and after a few minutes, she was done and she brought the mixture in for her master. Arthur collected the bowl from her and asked her to leave, as soon as she did, he faced Winifred.

"Lie down on your chest." He said to Winifred who simply looked at him like he was out of his mind.

"For what?" She asked, looking suspiciously at the lycan Prince in front of her.

"Would you like to leave that red and swollen cheek unattended to?" Arthur questioned.

"First off, which of the cheeks?" Winifred asked in return.

"Both." Arthur replied in a nonchalant manner that somehow managed to make Winifred pissed.

"You think I'm going to lie down and watch you touch my ass?" She exclaimed.

"What's ass?"

"Ugh! The same cheek you're talking about!" Winifred snapped.

"It’s called ass too? That's a new word, never heard of that. Well, dear Winifred, its either you let me do it for you or you end up with the ugliest scars on your flawless body and trust me when I say the later is not even an option because I love my stuffs clean so lie down on your chest as I have asked you to."

On a normal day, Winifred would have thrown tantrums and possibly gotten angry or reply him with more fiestiness but at that moment, she just didn't really care and she also wanted the pain she was feeling gone. She also didn't want one of her butt cheeks to be swollen and filled with scars so she simply laid down on the big bed as Arthur had instructed, succeeding in shocking even Arthur himself who had expected some kind of retortion from her as usual.

He slowly pulled up her undergarment which was a white gown and the more he stared at her butt cheeks, the more he felt something stir within him. He proceeded to dip a finger in the mixture Martha had pounded together and then rubbed it on her buttocks as slowly and gently as he could.

Feeling Arthur's cold finger rubbing on her butt cheeks made Winifred feel what she had never felt before. It was like her body was suddenly on fire, her body tingled and she didn't want him to stop whatever his fingers were doing. Even though she the pain tingled the more he rubbed his fingers around her scars, her breathe was also shaken and her heart was beating way too fast than it should.

But then, he pulled her dress down back suddenly, much to her disappointment.

"Get up, it's done. Let's do the other cheek, the one on the face, I mean." He said and Winifred could swear that she saw a devilish smirk on his face but it was gone in a split second, almost like it was never there.

The moment Winifred was up, he moved even closer to her such that she felt like she suddenly couldn't breathe due to the little space between them. She immediately proceeded to push him away to give some space but on touching his chest, it was like she was frozen there, she sucked in a breath at how hard the muscles there was. It was like putting her hands up on a rock. A very warm rock.

"What are you doing?"Arthur's voice snapped her out of her trance and she quickly got her hands off him.

"Uh... nothing! You were too close to me, you were practically invading my space."She rushed out in one breathe.

"I have to be close to you to treat your wounds, my arms aren't exactly long." Arthur replied, refusing to move away. He took some of the mixture again and started to rub it on the side of her cheek which was red. Winifred scrunched up her face from the pain and it made Arthur angry again.

"Is this what you want to keep going through, Sugar?" He suddenly asked in the calmest whisper, startling Winifred. His whispered words caused a ruckus in her chest and she couldn't help but wonder within herself if whispers were supposed to do that. She decided to ignore the fact that her ears heard him call her a sweet name.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"You keep doing things that could end up getting you killed. You know that I can't keep saving your life every single time, right?" Arthur said further, while dressing her wounds.

"I think the only person I need to be saved from is you."Winifred retorted.

"You're wrong."

"No, I'm not! I want to be free from you, I want my freedom, I don't want to be a slave. I am not a slave! I'll do anything to be free from this place, free from you and your antics or sex slave whatever. I don't want my identity to be the Prince Arthur's sex slave. You should save me from you too!"Winifred snapped, pushing Arthur away from herself.

On saying this, Winifred watched as his expression changed from the calm one to one that looked dangerous, yet hot and it somehow made her feel hot on return.

“Anything?” A tremble passes through Winifred at his low, criminal tone.

Arthur's eyes dropped down to her lips causing her mouth to suddenly start to throb like her face and buttocks. His gaze slides down along her throat and settles on her breasts, the throb sliding down, too. Before she can even form words, he adjusted himself, wrapped his hands wrap around her waist and then he ordered.

Spread your legs.