by Nikki Chase
But no, he came as a regular man.
Why?
And why me?
I know I’m not unattractive, but there were so many sexy, beautiful girls in that place, and I wasn’t doing anything special. And yet he saw me and he wanted me.
He still wants me now—very much—judging by the way he’s devouring me right now. My breaths are more like gasps now, and my moans are echoing in this library. I just hope the prince is right about nobody ever coming in here.
I can’t see Prince James right now, but I can just picture him behind me, his powerful arms around my thighs, forcing me to stay in place for him.
I grip the ladder harder as arousal builds up within me. I can feel it. I’m close. I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for the release that I know is just around the corner.
Then… nothing.
James’ arms are still wrapped around my thighs, but I can’t feel his lips and tongue anymore. I can hear his heavy breaths, though, and feel them on my skin, teasing me.
“Sir…?” I whimper.
“Yes, Rosemary. What is it that you want?”
“Sir, I…” My sentence hangs in the air. I know what I want and I want to ask for it, but I can’t bring myself to.
“Tell me, what do you want?” James leans just close enough to let his lips graze lightly against my pussy as he speaks, making me gasp.
“I want you to… finish what you were doing, Sir,” I say softly.
“And what was that?” he asks, prolonging my torment. I can almost hear the smirk in his voice.
“You were… You were eating me out, Sir,” I say again, my pussy throbbing, both from the prince’s oral attention and from the cocky, dominating way he’s talking to me right now.
“Good girl,” he says, in the kind of voice that makes me want to please him even more. “But before that, let’s get your punishment over and done with, shall we?”
“Uh, punishment, Sir?” I ask, my heart pounding in my chest. What could he possibly mean by that?
I’ve seen Subs at the club get punished by their Doms, using whips and floggers… Is that what the prince is talking about?I don’t know if I can take that, but the thought sends a thrill down my spine.
“Yes, for making me repeat myself, and for trying to lie to me,” he says. “Now, let go of the ladder.”
I do as he says, and he picks me up into his arms, making me shriek in surprise. He stands me up on my feet, then he sits on a chair by the big wooden desk, on which lie a few stacks of books.
“Lie across my lap,” he says darkly.
As if hypnotized, I step forward and put my belly across James’ lap. I know what’s coming. I’ve seen it before. I’ve fantasized about it, but I still can’t quite believe it’s actually about to happen now.
As the prince touches my ass through the fabric of my dress, I wince.
“Relax,” the prince says, chuckling. “You’re going to like it.”
Despite the prince’s words, my muscles tense as he pulls the hem of my dress up over my waist.
Naked and vulnerable, all I can do is lie here and wait, while the heat from the prince’s lustful gaze sears into my flesh. I can feel his anticipation. The thought of inflicting pain on my body excites him.
I place my fingers on the marble floor to balance myself. The prince’s shadow moves as he raises his hand in the air. I brace myself for the impact.
Smack!
The prince’s palm lands on my ass cheek, making it hot with pain. I whimper.
Why did I ever think this would feel good?
Maybe I’m not cut out to be a Submissive after all. I should tell the prince I’m not what he thinks I am.
As I part my lips, the prince rubs the part of my ass that’s stinging in pain. His hand feels so gentle and warm. At his soothing touch, the heat from the pain turns into pleasure that seeps through my skin and spreads throughout my body.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it, sweetheart?” James asks.
“N—no, Sir.”
“You liked it, didn’t you?”
I remain quiet. Did I…?
“You don’t have to say anything. I can tell by how wet you’re getting. I can see your pussy glistening with your juices,” he says.
I close my eyes as his hand rubs my ass, my thighs, and my pussy. I feel naked; transparent. Even without me saying anything, he knows how aroused I am.
“That was for making me repeat myself,” the prince says.
He adjusts my body so I’m lying across his lap diagonally, with my ear right by his waist and my legs straddling his powerful thigh.
“And this,” he says as he raises his hand, “is for trying to tell me you’re not wet when you’re already soaked.”
Smack!
Prince James’ palm make a loud noise as it makes contact with my ass. It stings, but this time my body forgets the pain quickly and anticipates the pleasure. I can’t believe how easy it is for the prince to train my body.
When he touches my ass again where it hurts, I realize I’ve been rubbing myself against his thigh, grinding my clit against him.
“Don’t stop,” the prince says when he notices my body becoming still. “I love watching you like that, squirming and wriggling, desperate to come. Do it again. Do it for me.”
I follow his order, rubbing myself against his thigh, my juices staining his pants—what would the palace staff think when they see these pants in the laundry basket?—and my hands grabbing onto the leg of the chair for balance.
The thought crosses my mind that I’m behaving with no shame, like a common whore, like some kind of an animal. But that thought is gone in an instant.
Once again, as the prince rubs my pussy and my ass cheeks, I feel my climax within grasp, but he suddenly stops me with a firm hand over my lower back.
“Looks like you were about to come, Rosemary.” From the way the prince speaks, he obviously knows I was.
“Yes, Sir,” I say with frustration, having had two potential orgasms ruined already.
“Did I say you could come?”
“I—I didn’t know I needed your permission, Sir,” I say.
“And now you know.”
“May I come, Sir?” I ask, mimicking the Submissives I’ve seen at the club.
“Yes,” he says. I’m about to start moving my hips again when he adds, “But only if you beg me to fuck you. I’ll make you come with my cock inside you. I want to feel your pussy muscles grabbing onto my cock. I want you to cream all over me.”
My ears grow hot from the dirty words the prince has just said. I’m already dripping onto his expensive pants, but I know I’m only getting wetter.
“Sir…”
I know the words to say. I know what I want. I know this is the right time. It has never felt this right, and it probably won’t ever feel this right again. But I can’t quite speak them out.
“Yes, Rosemary? Were you just about to beg me to fuck you? All you have to do is say the word.”
“Yes, Sir,” I say, hoping he’ll take that as a complete answer.
“Yes what?” he asks as his fingers draw lazy circles up and down the back of my thighs.
“Yes, Sir, please fuck me. I beg you,” I say in frustration.
“Good girl,” he says.
He wastes no time in pushing me up on my feet. He bends me over the big desk. I can hear his zipper sliding down, and his pants falling down around his ankles, his belt buckle clanging against the hard marble floor.
My heart is hammering so hard against my rib cage that my whole body is shaking. But it’s not fear; it’s excitement and anticipation. It’s desire. I can feel it just out of reach, the satisfaction I seek. And I know the wait won’t be long now.
“Spread your legs, sweetheart,” the prince says as he kicks my feet apart. “It’ll help stretch your tight, virgin pussy so it won’t hurt as much.”
I do as he says and feel something hot and hard sliding over my pussy lips, making me moan every time it b
rushes over my opening.
“You want me inside you, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Sir. Please,” I say, softly and desperately.
The prince presses himself against my opening and pushes inside, forcing me open bit by bit. He’s so thick I feel like I’m about to tear in two, but I hold on. I push through the pain, like I always do.
“This is going to hurt,” the prince says as he puts his hands on my waist, “but you’re going to be okay.”
He pulls himself back and slides back in, getting a little deeper with every thrust. This hurts like a bitch. My little gasps and moans have turned into whimpers and cries.
“Hold on, sweetheart, we’re almost there,” the prince says, his voice hoarse with lust.
When I feel his balls press against my pussy lips, I know he has buried himself to the hilt inside me. He has taken my virginity, even though I told him it wasn’t going to happen.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he says, his strong hands grabbing my hips, hard.
He owns me completely now. He’s claiming my body as his own, and I’m letting him. Worse, I begged him to.
I should feel defeated and ashamed. But instead, the way he bends me to his will just makes me want him more. The fact that he has taken my virginity only makes me want to give him more of me.
I’ve never felt anything like this before, but I love this, the feeling of being completely dominated by a strong, powerful man.
James’ cock feels like a blade inside me at first, carving pain into my flesh. But as he slides in and out of me, again, the pain turns into pleasure, and my cries turn into breathy moans again.
“I told you it was going to be okay. You’re liking this now, aren’t you, sweetheart?” the prince asks as he leans down, his hard chest pressing me down against the desk, his hand pulling my hair so he can speak right into my ear.
“Yes, Sir,” I answer honestly.
“Yes what? You like my cock in your pussy?”
“Yes, Sir, I… I like your cock in my pussy, Sir,” I say. I close my eyes from embarrassment, knowing the prince is watching me.
“Tell me you’re mine now,” he growls in my ear as he grabs the hair at the back of my skull.
“I’m yours, Sir,” I say as I give in completely, letting the prince do what he wants with my body.
“Good girl,” he says, “I’m going to fuck you hard now, so hard you’ll find yourself craving me at night, so hard you’ll be ruined for other men.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper in submission, my tits and cheek squished against the surface of the desk.
The prince pulls his body upright, yanking my hair up with him so I’m arching with my head pulled all the way back.
He puts a finger against my clit and starts to slam into me, rubbing my clit with every thrust. As his movements get faster and more frantic, the sensations push me to the brink and over the edge.
I come with a violent shudder, my body shaking involuntarily as my muscles tense. As the orgasm overtakes me, I feel the prince’s cock inside me grow a little bigger and harder. When it starts to twitch, warmth floods within me, and I know he has spent himself inside me, truly branding me with his masculine claim.
“You’re all mine now, sweetheart,” the prince says victoriously as he pulls my hair back and grinds into me one last time.
Rosemary
“I’m glad to see you and Master get along so well,” says Albert as he helps me arrange things inside a duffel bag.
“To be honest, I didn’t expect to,” I say.
“Well, I don’t blame you. Master… It takes a while for people to warm up to him,” he says, his eyes taking on a faraway look. He seems to suddenly remember something and adds, “But he’s not a bad guy.”
“I don’t know…” I say, letting my sentence hang in the air.
Even though the prince and I have grown close physically over the past few days, we haven’t had much chance to just talk.
There are so many questions I want to ask him, but he always turns the situation sexual as soon as things get real.
Although… Well, I can’t put all the blame on him, because when he does that I always drop my question right away, often dropping my panties as well while I’m at it.
So maybe Albert can help me answer a few questions.
“Do you think Master is a bad person, Rose?” Albert asks with surprise, a sign that my bait has been taken. He’s bound to talk more if he feels like he has to defend the prince.
“Well, not exactly,” I say, deliberately presenting myself as someone whose opinion can be won. “I’m taking a liking to the prince, but I’m concerned about what people are saying about him.”
“People always say things about the royal family that are not true,” he says with conviction. I have no doubt where Albert’s loyalty lies, and the royals are lucky to have him on their side.
“Is it true, what they say about what he did to his ex?” I ask carefully, phrasing my concern as a question rather than an accusation. Luckily, thanks to my sisters, I’ve had a lifetime of practice at broaching sensitive issues without causing offense.
“None of it is true,” Albert says. “Master always treated Cheryl with respect. He’d never lay a hand on a woman to deliberately cause harm.”
I think about the James that I know, the one who doesn’t think twice about inflicting pain on my body. I don’t know if Albert knows about the prince’s dark desires.
To be fair, though, he only hurts me to ultimately give me pleasure. Even though I serve him and please him as his Submissive, he also has to be mindful of my needs and wants. In the end, he satisfies me as much as I satisfy him.
Although it may not look that way to an outsider, our sexual relationship is about mutual pleasure and not one-sided exploitation.
“Then why would she say something like that?” I ask.
“I don’t know,” he admits. “Master doesn’t always share his thoughts, but he’s not a domestic abuser,” he says, spitting out the last two words like they’re poison.
I’ve always known how mean women can be when they don’t get what they want, and I’ve wondered if Cheryl only went to the press as revenge over some lovers’ spat.
I know Cheryl has also referred to Prince James as a “sadistic beast,” which is how he got his nickname. Yet Albert chose not to address that particular phrase. It makes me wonder if he knows what the prince gets up to when he goes out on his own at night.
“Maybe the prince should say something to the press. Maybe he should explain his side of the story instead of hiding out here.” Again, I try to put it as gently as I can.
“Sometimes, silence is the best policy,” Albert says. “A prince has many more considerations than a regular citizen does. Besides, the timing of the scandal blowing up also coincided with the queen’s illness. She was growing weaker and weaker by the day at the time.”
Oh, that’s right. I forgot that Cheryl’s exposé on James happened not long after his mother also got involved in another incident that blew up. She was already sick when the gossip about James’ mean streak started making the rounds, and then her condition got worse and she eventually died.
Again, I curse myself for not keeping up with gossip about the royals. But then again, I was eleven when the scandal involving Prince James happened.
It’s hard to imagine that he had to go through something like that when he was only eighteen. It’s been ten years since then, and the kingdom still hasn’t forgotten.
I only know the gist of what happened, and I feel bad about asking Albert more questions.
“Sorry, Albert, for reminding you of difficult times,” I say. “And thank you for helping me pack.”
“It’s no problem, Rose,” Albert says. “I’m just doing my job.”
The old man looks burdened by the weight of his sad memories that I’ve been digging up just to satisfy my curiosity. I should stop prying.
It’s almost time to leave anyway. The prince would punish
me if I were late—not that I’d mind.
“Have you followed my instructions?” James asks as I hop into his big four-wheel drive and pull the door closed. With this monster of a vehicle, I bet it’s a piece of cake to slice through the woods, even when the dirt roads are muddy.
“Yes, Sir,” I say, pulling the seatbelt across my chest.
“Let me see.” James smirks as he rests his big hand on my thigh, trapping my gaze.
He doesn’t ask for permission, and nor does he expect forgiveness. He knows I’ve surrendered. He knows he owns my body.
I bite my lower lip as his hand travels up and down my thighs. His fingers caress and probe me over another one of my flimsy dresses.
It shouldn’t take this long for him to confirm that I’m not wearing any panties, but I can’t deny this feels good. I can’t lie to him. As soon as he sees how wet I am, he’d know the truth.
“Good girl,” he says finally, with a satisfied smile. “Ready for Malvern?”
“Yes, Sir,” I say softly as the car begins to roll effortlessly over the narrow dirt path.
“Call me James when we’re in the city. I don’t want anybody to suspect something.”
“Then call me Rose.”
“No,” he says, “that’s your safe word, remember?” The prince cocks an eyebrow at me, a wicked glint in his eyes.
“Yes, Sir,” I say. I’m not usually this meek, but I can’t help it with Prince James. There’s something within him that speaks directly to my soul and demands complete obedience.
It occurs to me that I’ve yet to use my safe word, even though we’ve had so much sex over the past few days that I’ve lost count.
We’ve done it in the library, in my bedroom, in his bedroom, in our bathrooms… but despite the quantity of sex, I feel like Prince James is still holding back on me. He’s treating me like I’m a fragile little thing.
“Good,” he says. “Is there anywhere you want to go in the city? I’m going to be gone a while tomorrow to take care of business, but we’ll have some time to waste in the afternoon and in the night.”
“I can visit the city library during the day if that’s okay with you,” I say.
