by Fawn Bailey
“Shut the fuck up,” he growled. “Or I’ll make you crawl behind me.”
My mouth closed, and I followed as he tugged on my hair. I’d braided it, and Olivier wrapped the hair around his fist, pulling on it hard enough to make me cry out every time.
It was a side of him I hadn’t seen. My heart pounded with fear, my thoughts going to mine and Bruno’s conversation about Olivier. That he was keeping a secret.
What could it be?
“Here we are,” he finally said after we stopped in front of a door.
I saw a keypad in front, and Olivier blocked my view to put in the number. The doors opened with a whoosh, and he pulled me into the room. The doors closed behind us, a mechanical lock clicking into place. My heart and mind were a mess. I was so scared I could barely breathe.
Olivier let go of my hair and I stumbled backward. He was on me on seconds, and when he grabbed me, I felt shame for the dripping mess between my legs. I was every bad word he’d used to call me. Why had I fooled myself into thinking I’d escaped my past?
I was still just a toy.
A whore for Olivier to do with as he wanted. Even after we married – if we married – I would be his puppet. His pretty doll that didn’t have a mind of her own and followed her Master blindly.
And the worst part was, I wanted it.
“Do you know where I’ve brought you?” he whispered in my ear, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
I shook my head no, and he smiled against my skin. His lips were hot.
“We’re in the royal treasury, Amber. I wanted to show you a few things.”
He turned me around like a real gentleman, every trace of the monster from before gone in a flash. It was disturbing, how fast he changed. One person one second, and someone else the next.
“Come here,” he said with a warm smile, helping me to join him in front of a glass case. “This is where we keep some of the crowns.”
I looked down, my eyes landing on a golden tiara.
“That’s your mother’s crown, isn’t it?” I asked, touching the glass pane.
“Yes,” he replied with a cool smile.
He opened the pane with the touch of a fingertip, and I gasped when he took the tiara out. It shone like nothing I’d ever seen before, the gold encrusted with tiny diamonds sparkling like stars.
“It’s beautiful,” I told him as he came up to me. “Olivier, what are you doing?”
“I want you to wear it,” he grinned at me. “Just for me.”
“But…” I started, nervously biting my lip. “I’m not the Queen.”
“Not yet,” he growled, placing the tiara on top of my hair. He led me to an ornate gilded mirror in the corner of the room and made me look at myself.
My skin was flushed, not just my cheeks but the top of my tits and my arms, too. I looked at the floor to avoid the sight of myself.
“Don’t look away,” Olivier whispered in my ear.
His finger touched under my chin and gently lifted my head back up, so I was once again faced with my reflection.
“Look at your pretty face. Look at your sexy body. See why I’m so crazy about you, Amber?”
I stared at him instead. He was so handsome. Every feature so perfect, like it was carved out of marble. He was ridiculously good looking. I’d never feel good enough, but for now, I had to hide it.
“Don’t you want to fuck me?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he replied, nuzzling my neck, his eyes on mine in the mirror.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
He touched my waist, sending shivers down my spine.
“Listen to me, and listen good, chérie,” he growled in my ear. “I don’t like this game much more than you do. I want to be done with this goddamn competition, so I can finally claim you and start fucking my babies into your belly. I want to be done so I can put you on my lap on the throne and watch my mother lose it because she hates you so much.”
“But I–”
“No,” he interrupted, pulling my nightdress over my bare ass and eliciting a gasp from me. “You shut up while the Prince is speaking. The thing is, we must see this thing through, Amber. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I managed. “I understand.”
“At the end, you’ll be mine. But until then we must meet in secret, because so help me God, I’m not going to deprive myself of this sweet, tight ass.”
He slapped my behind and I jumped at the feeling.
“Lean forward, look at me in the mirror,” he ordered.
I put my hands on the mirror, looking at him above me. His fingers were on my ass and his eyes were on mine. He moved them in circles, moving closer and closer to the hole he hadn’t had yet.
I cried out when his finger met resistance and he grinned at me in the mirror.
“Right there, baby? You want my fingers in there?”
“I do,” I whispered, feeling defeated and dirtier than ever. “Please, Olivier. How many can I have?”
“One,” he replied. I felt his spit gliding down my asshole next, and then his finger touched the puckered hole again. “Open for me, baby. Let me feel that ass clenching down on me.”
My moans were never-ending. He forced his way inside and I couldn’t stop, my knees trembling, his free arm holding me in place.
“Shh,” he whispered to calm me down. “It’s okay, chérie. I’m where I’m supposed to be. You know how I know that?”
I shook my head helplessly when his finger started rubbing me from the inside. I was going to come. I closed my eyes tightly to stop the feeling of sparks flying from his touch.
“I know it because your face says it all,” he told me. “And not just your face, your body. You’re such a pretty, smart girl, aren’t you, Amber? Maybe not from the best background… But you did your best to adjust, didn’t you? Tried so hard, baby.”
I glared at him in the mirror and he chuckled.
“Don’t get offended, chérie,” he murmured. “You’re an intelligent woman, Amber. But the moment a man touches you… the moment his lips brush yours, the second his cock teases your pretty cunt, you stop being that person.”
The truth of his words washed over me like dread, and it made me him laugh cruelly.
“I know you can’t help yourself,” he said. “I know deep down this is all you are. A broken little girl who lives to be wanted. To be used like a toy. To be treated like a whore. You won’t be happy with someone who doesn’t treat you like that, will you?”
As if in a trance, I shook my head, my eyes on his in the mirror while his finger moved in and out of my ass.
“I know you won’t be,” he replied. “I know you need a rough, fucked-up guy like me, Amber. That’s why I found you. That’s why I’m taking you. And that’s why I’m going to keep you forever.”
He slipped a second finger inside me and I squirmed in his grip. He grabbed me, pressing his body tightly against mine and his fingers deep. I could feel his engorged cock digging into my back and I got embarrassingly wet for it.
“And don’t pretend like that doesn’t excite you,” he finished sweetly. “Because your pussy is already fucking leaking at the thought of being my little toy, isn’t it? That’s what you need, Amber. To be treated like property. Like my best jewel. Like my prettiest art piece. I’ll give you that, chérie. I’ll treat you like a work of fucking art.”
“Please,” I responded. “I need to feel your cock, let me feel you inside me.”
He chuckled, finger-fucking my ass faster and faster.
“You can barely take two fingers, baby. I won’t fit in your ass,” he said.
“Just force it,” I begged when he made me look at him in the mirror again. “Just force it in. I want it to hurt. I want you to hurt me.”
“No, you don’t,” he growled.
“I do,” I cried out, and he buried his fingers
in my ass up to the last knuckle. “Please, Olivier! Hurt me!”
“I don’t want to,” he said, and even in my state I could hear the surprise in his voice. “I don’t want to hurt you, I don’t want to ruin you. I don’t want to break my toy before I’ve even seen all it can do.”
My knees buckled when his fingers touched a spot inside me, the feeling of him pushing into my ass so filthy it made me flush even more.
“Come for me,” Olivier muttered, his other hand going to my pussy and finding my clit. “Come for me and I’ll let you come like this next…”
He rubbed my clit in circles, making me lose my mind. Every time he brought me to the edge he’d stop. He touched me there less and less until he was making me scream just from having his fingers in my ass.
“Unless you don’t want to?” he asked sweetly. “You want to just come from having your ass fingered?”
“Yeah,” I replied deliriously. “Fuck it harder, Olivier. Hurt it.”
Those words again. This time, they made him stop, pull out of me and press me against the cold mirror with such force I thought the glass might shatter. My heart was pounding as we looked into one another’s eyes.
“I don’t want to hurt you, chérie,” he told me again. “Why do you want to hurt?”
“I… I…” I started, tears welling in my eyes. “I thought that’s what you wanted. I thought that’s what it took.”
“Took?” he repeated, his lips on my neck. “It takes this, Amber… This body that drives me insane… Those eyes hiding your secrets from me… Your lips whispering in my ear, so sweetly begging for more. It takes your dripping pussy, your tight little asshole, your pretty mouth that fights back and makes me want to put you over my knee. It takes me wanting to know every one of your mysteries, every one of your daydreams and nightmares. That’s what I want, Amber. I want a happily ever after – with you.”
“You do?” I whispered when he nipped at my throat. “You want that? Despite the… the Queen?”
“You’re the first woman who’s made me feel this way,” he muttered in my ear. “The first one I would do abso-fucking-lutely anything for. I’m a selfish man, Amber. And when I want something, I’m going to have it one way or another. I don’t give a shit what that woman says.”
Why is he calling her that woman? I thought.
She was his mother, after all. But it didn’t matter. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
“I kissed Bruno.”
The words left my lips before I could stop them. He raised his head, staring down at me with a calmness I hadn’t expected.
“I know,” he growled.
I stared up at him. So Safiya had told him.
“Are you mad?” I asked.
“No,” he replied. “You’re mine. He’s not getting you. Over my dead body.”
It didn’t seem like I had much choice in the matter, and for some reason, the thought of them both being so possessive turned me on even more.
“He’s a good kisser,” I whispered, and Olivier glared at me.
“What did you say?” he ground out.
“I think he would have tried more if we hadn’t been interrupted,” I added. “I think he would try to touch me again, like that time in the library.”
“He touched you?” Olivier growled. “During the challenge?”
I nodded, muttering, “I liked it.”
“Don’t you dare fucking say that,” he snarled at me, pushing me against the mirror. “Listen to me. You’re my property.”
“I’m no one’s property,” I ground out. “I’m a person!”
“No,” he spat out. “You’re a toy, Amber. My toy! Just accept it.”
“You don’t get to treat me this way,” I cried out. “I’m not for sale!”
He laughed at that.
“You should talk to your friend Rose,” he smirked at me. “Ask her about the pretty jewels she got when I paid her husband for your tight little ass.”
“They bought me clothes with the money you paid at the auction,” I snapped, blushing.
“That’s not the only money they got for you,” Olivier informed me. “I paid them for a month of your company. If I decide to keep you, I will have to pay an even bigger sum to a certain Rueben Thorn. Maybe it rings a bell?”
My heart was pounding as he laughed out loud.
“And now my baby has gone quiet,” he tutted, his fingers slipping my nightdress off my shoulders, over my hips and down to the ground. I shivered before him, completely naked. “You don’t want to know how much?”
“N-No,” I managed. “Don’t tell me anything.”
“What then?” he asked. “Want me to take you back to your room? Tuck you in like a precious little china doll and save the filthy, nasty things I want to do to you until I put a ring on your finger and a crown on your head?”
“No,” I replied, looking him in the eyes. “Fuck me like you wouldn’t fuck your wife. Fuck me like you’d fuck a girl you paid good money for.”
His eyes sparkled with delight and he gave me a barely perceptible nod.
Then in a flash, I was pulled by my hair again. He dragged me after him, out of the treasury, still with the tiara on my head, and into the throne room. I froze, digging my heels into the plush crimson carpet when we entered.
“I shouldn’t be in here,” I hissed at him.
“Don’t argue,” he barked.
My body went slack. I responded to his orders like it was the most natural thing in the world. I watched him sit on the raised throne and motion for me to drop to my knees.
I stepped up to the throne and dropped to my knees between his legs.
“Mouth first,” he growled, taking my chin in his hands. “I’m going to wash out the taste of my brother with my cock, you got that, chérie?”
I nodded, and he unzipped his dress pants, pulling out that huge cock. Precum dripped off his tip and I let him smear it all over my lips.
“Open wide,” he ordered, and I did as he asked. “Now work. Show me those skills I fucking paid for, you little slut.”
My body was ready to please him, and I bobbed my head on his cock, sucking him down so deep I felt his tip throbbing in my throat. I felt my own spit dribbling out of my mouth, landing on my tits. I sucked him hard, hollowing out my cheeks and doing anything for those growls of approval he let out occasionally. I was eager for him, kissing and licking and nuzzling his cock until precum was filling my mouth.
“Fill me up,” I begged him, licking a line down from his tip to his balls and making him shiver. “I want to taste you.”
“No,” he replied, his voice hoarse as he pulled me back by my hair, holding his dick at the base.
Long strands of my own spit stretched between his cockhead and my lips.
“Look at it, chérie. I want you to worship this cock. I want you to climb on top of me and ride it. Will you be a good slut for me?”
“Yes,” I breathed, choking on my dribble.
His hands found the bare globes of my ass and he lifted me on top of him. His cockhead poked at my entrance and I felt my snatch leak over him, prompting him to laugh out loud at me.
“Desperate,” he muttered. “Such a desperate little girl.”
The nickname his brother had used for me made me blush and filled me with determination. I forced myself on his cock, sliding down until he was firmly inside me. He groaned at the feeling of my tight pussy squeezing him for all his worth and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“You think you rule me?” I asked him in a throaty whisper. “You are my Prince… and I will do as you say. But right now, you’re at my mercy.”
He laughed again, saying, “It’s adorable that you think that, baby.”
“I know it,” I purred, reaching down to fondle his balls before I bounced on his cock, just once. “I know your taste. Young, pretty, curvy. I know you can’t resist me.”
“You sure about that?” he mocked me, and I bounced again. And again. And again. He gro
aned out loud, his hands going behind his head. “Let me watch you fuck yourself on my dick, Amber. Look into my eyes, I want to see you coming.”
I placed my hands behind my back, crossing them, and let my hips do the work. My eyes were locked with his, burning with desire as he smirked at me.
“You don’t want a love story,” he told me with a knowing grin. “You just want to be owned, don’t you, chérie? You want that pretty pussy to have an owner? You want a collar and a leash? You want a real man, baby?”
“Yes,” I breathed, rocking myself up and down. His cock was thick, throbbing inside me. I wanted to feel it ooze every bit of its cum inside me. I wanted to milk it and clean it all up later.
“A real man who will treat you like a slut.”
“Yes,” I said again. “More.”
“I’m going to shower you in jewels,” he muttered. “And my cum. I want to see you covered. You’ll wear nothing but a collar. And you’ll always have a swollen belly, because I’m going to put a baby in it every chance I get.”
I reached forward, bracing against him as I pumped my pussy over his cock. He groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair and regulating my rhythm.
“What else?” I purred, feeling my orgasm build. I was going to cover his lap in my own juice if I wasn’t careful. “What else are you going to do to me?”
“Parade you around town,” he hissed when my pussy swallowed him up inch by inch. “In nothing but your collar and heels. Make everyone watch.”
“And then?”
“And then let them use you.”
I stopped, but he wouldn’t let me. As if anticipating my reaction, his hands found my ass and he slammed me down on his thickness again and again. I felt myself spurting, my cream covering his cock and my cheeks flushing as I let out animalistic cries.
“That’s right, little girl,” he said. “I know that’s what my brother calls you, chérie.”
“Stop,” I begged. “Don’t call me that.”
“But you love it,” he feigned innocence. “Look at that pussy, baby. Look at you creaming my cock like you were made for it. You’re going to squirt, aren’t you?”
“N-No,” I lied.
