Fifty Shades of Lemon Cakes Part 5

When I wake, Cersei is seated at her desk, fully dressed in a magnificent gown of lannister colours and studying a map closely. I rise from the bed, wrap myself in her discarded white robe and go to her side.

To my surprise, the map has carefully marked routes on it that secretly go back to Winterfell. “Are you planning to send me away from you?” I blurt out, confused.

“No Sansa,” She explains, shaking her head with a warm smile, “I plan to take you home.”

“Home?” I asked surprised. “Why now?”

Cersei says nothing in return, just turns to me, strokes my hair and kisses me tenderly. I move into her arms and carefully, on to her lap as her lips find my neck.

She peels back her skirts and surprises me by thrusting the conqueror into me hard. I whimper at the sudden feel of her inside me fully and she smiles, roughly guiding my hips.

I pull Cersei's hair, tipping her head back and deepening our kiss. I ride her, faster, harder, quickening the pace tenfold.

Oh by the Seven! I close my eyes, moaning with pleasure as a sudden release builds and blazes throughout my body.

Cersei cries out and shudders against me, breathing hard and holding me tightly, burying her face in my hair.

A servant enters with clothing, paying us no attention, setting it upon the desk and 

leaving. I remain upon her lap the whole time.

“What's this?” I run my fingers over the fine green gown and smile.

“A fresh gown and some new smallclothes. You don't want to go home naked... Do you?” She laughs and trails a hand through my hair.

“Cersei,” I begin nervously, “When we get to Winterfell... Will you stay with me?”

She thinks for a moment and then smiles. “If I did, you would be ravished in every way, whenever I chose. You would have to surrender yourself to me and be mine. All of Westeros would know it. Know that Ned Stark's eldest daughter is my slave to pleasure.”

I move to kiss Cersei and she stops me with two fingers to my lips. “You need to bathe and dress. And I have some business to attend to.”

She gently pushes me from her lap and up onto the desk, kissing me passionately as she stands and exits the room.

I ease myself slowly into the warm bath, left waiting for me, wincing as the water touches the soreness in between my thighs.

Stretching out and letting my body relax so that I float a little, my mind wanders back to all the pleasures she has shown me so far.

Lost in these memories, I feel heat spreading through my body and one of my hands slips... Down there, stroking quickly, wildly. My other hand grips the edge of the bath as my hips match the rhythm and pleasure filled moans escape my mouth.

I am there for hours it seems, with my eyes closed and my body intent on reaching its pleasure so I don't hear the door open or see Cersei walk over. I just hear her voice in my ear, seductive and disarming.

“Come for me Little Dove.”

I hit my peak with such intensity that my body shakes hard and I cry out her name as loud as I can. My body still trembles and my eyes are closed when I hear her undress and enter the bath.

I gasp as I feel a hand between my thighs and then I am turned around and guided towards one of the edges of the bath and made to grasp them tightly.

The sudden feeling of her warm breath upon my neck rekindles the fire I feel inside. 

My body is ready for whatever she desires and she does not disappoint me.

“We're going to leave soon,” She murmurs roughly kissing my neck and biting it at the same time, “But first, I'm going to have you here in this room. One last time”

I feel her slowly ease inside me then, with a much bigger conqueror then she had used to claim my maidenhead. It stretches and fills me so much more than before.

it hurts a little.

Then Cersei's hands cover mine, holding tightly, her body pinning me where she wants me and she takes me hard.

my body responds to her nearness like a moth to a flame and a release hits me so fast and furiously that I come with a loud scream of her name.

With my body still shuddering Cersei takes me at the same pace again. It hurts less this time and I feel my hips moving to match hers.

I feel her center as it hits mine from behind, the contact making me shudder and pleasure start to flow through me.

“No. Not yet.” Cersei hisses in a pleasure filled voice, deliberately prolonging her hard thrusts inside me until I am crying out and begging her to let me come again.

I know this is all about power. She is all about power. 

The thought makes my hips move hard and fast of their own freewill and she speeds up her thrusts to match them.

We start to shudder at the same moment and I hear her cry out my name as she falls against me, breathing hard, her heart racing.

As her body calms she tenderly kisses my back and gently withdraws from me to sit at the other side of the bath.

Weak and somewhat exhausted, I manage to turn myself around and we sit at opposite ends, facing each other as we slowly regain control of our bodies.

Cersei doesn't speak. In fact she looks rather guilty about what has just happened.

“Forgive me,” She says quietly, “I should have warned you that I can be more then a little rough. Especially after a bad day.”

“A bad day?”

“Every day it becomes clearer to me that the small council has no respect for me. Or my wishes. Its quite...” Her face reddens a little and she looks away.

“Tell me.” I urge gently and move to her side of the bath.

“A woman should be worth more then just a vessel to bear children. Especially a Queen,” Cersei explains, sighing heavily and takes one of my hands to gently hold in her own. “Which is why I am surrendering myself to you.”

I am about to offer an opinion of my own when she turns to me, strokes my hair and kisses me tenderly. I move into her arms and carefully, on to her lap as her lips find my neck.

I whimper at the sudden feel of Cersei inside me fully again and she gently guides my hips as her lips find mine. The pain soon fades and this time she is tender.

This time our pleasure is slow and sweet. And afterwards, she holds me and softly strokes my hair.

“And now we have to go.” Cersei murmurs into my hair and laughs, playfully shoving me from her lap as she gracefully exits the bath.

“Now?” I ask rising from the bath, “Right now?”

I watch Cersei redress then gather up my clothing and place it upon the bed before turning to me with a warm smile. “As I was the one who undressed you, Its only fair that I dress you again.”

I return her smile and step out of the bath. As I reach her, I am aware that she is taking in the sight of my firm, young body.

The thought of this excites me, I want Cersei again and I can see that she wants me too.

But instead of taking me, she carefully dresses me instead and then slips a hand into my smallclothes to feel how ready I am for her.

“Just think,” She says with a wicked smile teasing me lightly by moving in slow circles with a finger, “As soon as we leave here and begin our journey to Winterfell, I will be your prisoner,” She strokes me harder, faster, “And you can have me... Anyway that you choose.”

A loud moan escapes my lips as she stops, withdrawing her hand, “The sooner we get into the Wheelhouse the better.” She remarks with a wicked smile, taking one of my hands and leading me out of the room.