Thread: A priaveteer recieves a gift  [Edward Thatch, Mary Elmwood]

He'd let his ire get the better of him. He'd tried the carrot and kindness and friendliness hadn't worked. He let his frustration overwhelm him and used the stick. He'd bound and gagged her. He'd forcibly brought her back to his bed and pinned her to it. Oh, he'd used air so as not to hurt her. He'd even been as gentle as he could. Even when he checked her for her purity he had been gentle. But after the fact he realized that though he had intended to show her lying to him and also pushing him was not wise. What she may have taken from the experience was that he could take whatever he wanted when he wanted it. Though perhaps in the long run, as he did not make advances against her, except to continue to try to get her to let him heal her, she may realize he was different and was trying to be a good man, regardless of the bad situation. For that matter, he could have just taken her then and there, had he been the type. He hoped she was aware of that. He also hoped she noted that he had been gentle even in checking her. He was unsure what she'd make of him taking the sheet. He'd meant it and told her he meant to enforce his expressed desire that she follow his customs in private. Hell, it not like he wanted her to be nude just for him go gawk at. He was living the very philosophy he was telling to follow. In a similar way he hoped she realized the kiss really had only been healing. He'd certainly had no will to give tenderness or passion. He'd never been one to express negative emotions sexually. He'd told her she was not just the sum of her scars and pains. She was more than her suffering. He reminded her she had a mind and heart. He taunted her to strive to be with woman she was meant to be, within the confines they were both trapped by of course. He'd made a point of being very clear that he'd tried to be a friend and kind. He'd wanted to be only nice and pleasant to her. He was distractedly frustrated by her behavior. Still he regretted his actions. Oh, he'd had to respond in some manner and words were not working. She had to learn that, though he may not want to be mean or viscous or cruel like any of her previous masters had been, he was not to be pushed but so far. He'd been as gentle and easy as he could. He'd made a point to not actually hurt her. Though he doubted she'd even realize that. Still he felt sorry for what he'd done. But the kept her there for the few remaining hours of the afternoon while he considered and thought about the situation. But he still felt bad. Eventually dinner had come and he retrieved it and set up the small table for them to eat at. Then he told, warned, prodded and taunted and cajoled her to act properly. She simply replied , Yes, your lordship. It made him cringe. Edward, Mary, remember my name is Edward. Now come and join me for dinner. He finally noticed her hard nipples and saw other signs of a chill. So he called fire to the logs in the hearth. The dinner was another large meal with plentiful wine. After they'd started eating he looked up and asked, If I had been one of your old masters, how would this situation gone? I tried to be gentle and easy, but you needed to be settled. You were not listening to me.