Sylvie smiled at the gracious gesture, "Thank you, Louve."
"Do not thank me. I am doing this all for selfish reasons. I have other matters to attend to. Excuse me. Don't forget dinner is at dusk." Louve gently pushed her chair back away from the table, got up, and exited.
Sylvie had never been so happy to see someone leave.
Bouvier had made sure that Sylvie was safely locked in her room before going to her own for the night. Once there, she was able to finally breathe. Her days here seemed to become more trying with each passing second. She had hated little Sylvie and her greedy Mother Luna. They had reminded her so much of her own ascension into sex work.
She had never imagined becoming a Madam. She had lived on the streets for the most part of her life, and she had taken advantage of the meager opportunities that had presented themselves. If she was honest with herself, she would admit just how Adolf had contributed to her success on Canus Island. His protection had kept her brothel from being burned down on more than one occasion.
Everything had changed since the war, since his ... Accident. He was far away from her, and the man she knew to be him was a complete stranger, he was borderline a monster. She knew it was pain, but she also knew old wolves could go rogue. The trauma from the war and the visible scarring injuries he had inflicted during it was enough to make a sane human insane. She knew he was a strong man and a strong wolf.
She thought back to earlier when Louve was trying to explain to Sylvie Loux Gareaux and their culture. She didn't seem to understand, but she didn't seem to let that affect her. Spending these past days with Sylvie, Bouvier was realizing she had been too harsh on the young girl, and with no help from anyone, herself included, Sylvie was blossoming into a kind, charming, woman.
She had never succumbed to her circumstances, and she would need that type of energy going forward if she were to make it here. Bouvier didn't know why Sylvie was here. Bouvier herself had never truly mingled with other Loux Gareaux. She was never around them. Adolf had always kept her to himself.
Back then she had felt cherished and that he wanted her all to himself. Now as she took off her bodice, hat, and overskirt in this elegant room she was his prisoner. That was not a good feeling. She never thought they would come to this. Even when he stopped visiting her, and their distance grew, and he married young Randolf's mother.
When she had gotten news of her death, a small part of her thought he would come to her and she would be able to comfort him, but instead, he went to war. She knew she couldn't be upset after all, he was King Alpha. He had a duty to his people, as well as the humans to stop the werewolves and the Lycans. She had lit a candle for him in secret every night. He never came.
Her coming here had been a choice she had made in good faith with the old Adolf. He would have listened to her and let her have her freedom. Not this one. This had her feeling like a caged bird. She couldn't move freely about the castle and he refused to let her leave.
Bouvier could hear the sound of the lock. She knew it could only be Whitley. Adolf had not come to her chambers since the last time. She always had to come to him now. That was the only thing they shared now.
He still wanted her body. He just didn't want her. Whitley stood by the open door. He spoke to her. "I will be back to fetch you in an hour. King Alpha Adolf requests your presence for the night. I have put what you are to wear on your bed."
Bouvier knew her gratitude would be misconstrued, so she said nothing.
Whitley, however, continued, "You should be grateful that he still desires your presence. You are nothing but a low-born whore." Whitley closed the door on those words.
Bouvier was glad her past profession had taught her how to hide her true emotions. She hated it here. She shook off Whitley's mean words and went over to her bed to see what she was to wear. It was a beautiful black satin gown with a black lace robe. She finished undressing and put it on. It fit her perfectly.
She had time to re-do her hair which she chose to wear down in cascading curls. She wore no jewelry. The door opened and it was Whitley. He was back to escort her to Adolf as he had stated earlier.
She said nothing to him.
She noticed they were not heading in the direction of Adolf's study, which had been their usual meeting place, instead, they went up the grand staircase and down a long corridor that led to Adolf's bed chamber. Whitley opened the door and announced her. "King Alpha, Madame Bouvier is here as you requested."
"Thank you, Whitley. That will be all." He said.
Bouvier heard his voice, but could not see him where she was standing, which was only a few inches inside the large room.
"What time shall I fetch Madam Bouvier, Sir?" Whitley asked.
Bouvier hated that they discussed her like she wasn't in the room.
"I will escort her back to her chambers. Thank you, Whitley."
Whitley bowed at those words and closed the large double doors behind her.
She didn't know where he was. She was also a little taken aback at how opulent everything was in his room. She had never been here. She felt like she shouldn't be here.
"Sonia, come here." He commanded her.
he was nervous. Only Adolf could do that to her. He was so unpredictable. "Where are you?" She asked as she took a few steps forward going further into his room. She slowly scanned the room but still did not see him. She repeated her question, "Where are you?"
"I am here." He answered her. She felt his hand on her waist and his warm breath on her shoulders. How had he done that?
She tried to turn around but he wouldn't let her.
His strong hands roamed until they found her buttocks. He patted her gently. She stood there letting his hands do what they pleased.
"Good night, My Liege." She finally greeted him.
His lips began placing tiny kisses along her right shoulder. She felt herself losing her train of thought. His lips always did drive her to distraction.
"My Liege? I see Whitley has been teaching you manners." He whispered.
"Aye, he has. He says I should always know my place." She informed him.
"And where is your place, Sonia?" Adolf asked her.
Bouvier looked straight ahead. "I am a low-born whore. My place is the Island."
She spoke the words Whitley had used. She stood there thinking Adolf would agree. After a few seconds, he whipped her around. She was face to face with him. He was wearing satin pajama pants and no shirt.
His chest and sinewy arms were exposed. He looked like he hadn't aged a day. His body was in perfect shape. She hadn't realized she was looking down until she felt his left hand lift her chin and make her face him.
"Why would you say such disgusting things about yourself?" He grumbled.
Bouvier was confused by his reaction. "I-I thought that's how you and everyone here see me." She confessed.
"I don't care what anybody else thinks about you, Sonia. You are mine." His tone held an edge to it. He sounded like a jealous lover to her. "Say it." He roared at her.
She was not frightened. She repeated, "I am yours, King Alpha."
He seemed satisfied with her pledge.
He never smiled anymore and tonight was no exception. "Good. Now, come to bed." He demanded as he walked past her, heading towards the large four-poster bed.
It had been ages since they had shared a bed, and Bouvier felt something she never had in a long time. She felt nervous. Once they were in front of the bed. Adolf wasted no time. He turned her back to him and slowly peeled her lace robe and silk gown off.
Bouvier was naked. She felt him fumbling with his pajama bottoms. She felt his large erection spring free and gently pelt her bottom. Knowing he desired her still, sent a chill up her spine. She still desired him.
He gently bent her over onto the bed. Bouvier complied. If this was the only way he would make love to her, then so be it. She felt like a traitor for being so desperate for his touch. In one swift movement, he was inside of her.
They both let out moans of pleasure. Bouvier felt herself losing control with each stroke he gave her. She knew she couldn't be too loud. It was in the middle of the night. No one knew they were lovers.
He pulled her frame up against his while still moving in between her thighs. The pleasure she felt was more intense, and she felt herself at the precipice...