Let the servants warm her up for you

You are in your bedroom when a servant knocks and announces dinner is ready. You send him away refusing to come down, angry with your father and fearful of your new husband.

The one thing you are happy about is that your personal attendant was able to come with you. She is currently brushing out your long hair and your close your eyes enjoying the feeling. After a while you decide that you can safely go to bed and you turn the lock on your door. It would not be the first time your attendant has slept in your room and you are happy for the company.

"Would you help me with my lacings?" you ask of her and she immediately responds to you opening the back of your gown and sliding the material from your body. You shiver at the change of temperature and she wraps a shift around you brushing her arms against your cold hardened nipples.

"You are frightened of your husband?" she asks the green eyes snapping in her older face. You wonder, not for the first time, why she never married. You nod in the affirmative and she squeezes you reassuringly in her arms. "There is something I can do to help you with that." she replies.

"How?" you ask curious and feeling slightly turned on by her light touches.

"I can give you pleasure and ready your body for your husband." your attendant offers her face blushing pink.

You swallow hard as the understanding of what she is offering sinks in.