Though Natalya had taken little pleasure from sharing his bed, there was always something about the way he fondled her before hand that felt good.  His erection rubbing against her made her body react involuntarily.  She pushed back against him, a soft moan escaping her lips, butterflies fluttering in her belly.  She knew he didn't really want her to enjoy it, but she knew that she was supposed to.  The way the women gossiped about it when they thought she wasn't listening, as if it wasn't an appropriate conversation to have in front of the queen, proved to her that her husband was doing her wrong on purpose.  She hated him for it, but it's not as if she had been any more warm in receiving him.  It was her duty as his wife to lie with him and that is exactly how she had treated it.  Perhaps tonight she could coax him to do things ....differently.<br/><br/>When he pushed her down onto the bed, her initial reaction was to scurry up to the pillows and wait for him to come to her.  Instead, she inched up to the center of the bed and then turned to face him, going up on her knees to gather the hem of her slip and then pull it over her head.  She tossed the cool, slippery piece off the side of the bed.  This was her last chance to escape her punishment.  There was no doubt he was going to take her but this time, if she was lucky, it wouldn't hurt.  Now, completely naked on his bed she made no attempt to cover herself, like she had done several times before.  She leaned back onto her hands, slipping her legs out from underneath herself.  Taking advantage of his hesitation, she spoke, her eyes down cast in submission as she addressed him.  "Ancel, my husband, my lord, my king, I implore you.  Forgive me.  I know that you are only worried about my safety, and I have been ungrateful." she looked up at him then.  "I have been lacking in my duties as your wife, but I want that to change."  she pushed off of the bed to come forward and then crawl towards him, coming up again on her knees right before him.  Placing her hands on his bare chest, his flesh hot under her still cold hands, his erection poking into her stomach, she looked up at him, locking her eyes with his.  "Teach me.  I want to know what is true pleasure, and there is no one else, nor anyone better to teach me then His Majesty."  Her voice was soft, part seductive and part pleading.  Her attempt at manipulating him might backfire, but he couldn't hurt her any worse then all the times he had before....