Duncan knew it was his fault, that he’d been confusing her by demanding wildly varying levels of obedience. Duncan watched as she dawdled at undressing. Then, as he’d suspected, she chose not to drop to her knees when he indicated she should. Outside the air was heavy and charged. The beautiful blue skies of the day were giving way to gathering storms. Thunder rumbled in the distance as he considered what to do. “Are you ill?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “No.” “You wish to sleep in your own room tonight?” She bit her lip. “Yes, perhaps.” She peered up at him to gauge his reaction to her softly spoken words. “Why?” “I don’t know.” “Wives are supposed to provide comfort to their husbands. They are supposed to please them, Caitlyn.” “I know.” “You are supposed to undress in my room and present yourself to me on your knees.” “I know,” she whispered again, her eyes shining with tears. Her hands came up to cover her body. “Tonight, I don’t want to.”
