As he pulled her head down towards his member, Natalya fought the desire to pull back.  This not may have been what she meant, but she did as he said.  She was his wife, not his lover, but tonight she would learn how to be both.  Besides, she knew if she changed her mind it would anger him.  Tentatively, she slipped the tip of his shaft past her lips. As if by instinct, she began to flick at it with her tongue, though slowly.  His fingers on her back were followed by a shiver she could barely control, and when he smacked her behind, she let out an involuntary cry that ended in a soft moan as his fingers began to play between her legs.  She looked up at him for a moment, gauging his reaction, as she began to take him deeper into her mouth.  Barely, an inch or two and she could go no further.  She pulled back, taking him completely out of her mouth, and then taking him back in.  She slowly began to slide her lips up down the part of his shaft she could fit in her mouth, bringing her right hand up to hold onto what she could not.  She didn't completely know what she was doing, but she knew he would tell her if she did something wrong.  She began to suck on him gently, unsure of how much pressure to apply.<br/><br/>She took him out of her mouth a second time, but this time to change her position so that she was sitting on the bed in front of him.  She quickly brushed some hair out of her face, but before she started again, she smiled up at him.  "Is His Majesty enjoying himself?"  she asked gently, her breath feathering against his now wet cock.  Right after she asked the question, though, there was a sudden tapping at the door.  It sounded quite urgent.  Natalya's smile dropped as she looked to the door and then back up to her husband, clearly concerned on what to do being interrupted in this position.