"Never," he assured her, keeping his hands over hers light, just bare touches. "It's a heady thing, Your Grace, watching a woman pleasure herself. Bespeaks that she's bold, she's sure, that she wants." She'd learn. "Does it feel good? Your hands on your own body?"

Daemon knew that it had to, and he also knew that she'd never pleasured herself before. Which was why he was taking his time, teaching her that she had nothing to fear. Had he been any other man, any other King, she'd have been ploughed in that bed across the room, no care given to her well-being or her own pleasure.

Moving his hands to her hips, he deliberately pressed her ass into his groin, giving a soft, stilted little moan as his cock responded eagerly. "I'll give you that a little later," he promised. "For now, just move a little in my lap. Just enough to tease. Just enough to drive me mad, slowly..."