They were no longer on her father’s land, but had crossed the borders into Lord Séregon, Eáránë’s father – Gilraen’s grandfather’s domai.... Gilraen was familiar with nothing, her grandfather had, according to those inside the castle walls of Lúinwë, had taken what her father offered, deposited his daughter and returned to his home before the blessings from the Priest could be heard. She highly doubted aid would come from whomever lived in the small cottage that Dmitri had now halted in front of.. He is delicate about it, as if holding something so frail just holding risks breaking it. Then lightly—ever so lightly—he begins rubbing up and down. It is a steady rhythm—not too slow and not too fast. And he keeps this up for the next few minutes, building the excitement up to new heights.Marshall now grips a bit tighter. That delicateness is no longer needed. He increases the pressure, his body tensing. The tension and need for release is intense. Part of him wants to forgo his decision, but. "You bitch!" he yelled, stepping around the table and grabbing her by the arms. "You have the nerve to sit there like some prim little school girl and pretend that nothing much really happened between us... Well damn it, let me remind you... that you were fucked by your little baby boy... That's right, Mom... Not content with your own daughter's husband, you added me to your list!" Jamie was livid, his face had turned a deep scarlet and his eyes were mere slits of passion."And let me remind you. ’ I see his hand raise out of the corner of my eye and I know what’s coming if I don’t comply. ‘I went to a party, Sir.’ I speak up, loud enough for him to hear me. ‘Did you have permission to go to a party? Did you ask my permission to go out at all?’ He asks firmly, not raising his voice at all, the calm timbre of his voice frightening me more than if he was yelling at me. ‘No Sir.’ I stammer fearfully, knowing I’m in huge trouble for being so blatantly defiant. ‘Look at me.’ He commands me.