by Diana Ames
“I said I understand,” she told him through gritted teeth. She tried to rein in her temper. She wasn’t exactly sure who this man was, other than the interviewer, and she was terrified he would drag her into the torture room and use some of those whips on her. He was big and muscular and looked as if he could easily overpower her.
Damian watched her from the corner of his eye as he finished stoking the fire. He wasn’t exactly sure, but something felt off. She had been genuinely terrified in the bathing chamber and until he figured out why, he wasn’t about to reveal the grim details behind her desertion.
Damian moved to the chair opposite Sandra. As he sat, she raised her eyes to him but did not speak. She just continued eating, less messily now that her initial hunger had been satisfied.
“I will be your teacher, your trainer. You may refer to me as Teacher and nothing else.” Damian took a moment to collect his thoughts. He tried to focus on anything other than the sway of her breasts as she reached across the tray for more food.
“First, let me apologize for the lack of care you have received thus far,” Damian’s words were guarded. “I assure you that nothing like this will happen again and if it hadn’t been for a…” he hesitated, “a situation that required my attention it wouldn’t have happened this time.” He waited for a response, but received none. “Can you forget about this incident so that we can move forward with your training?”
“What was the situation?” she asked quietly. “I don’t even know how long I’ve been in this room, but it feels like at least two or three days.”
“You have been here for nearly twenty six hours,” Damian told her, “including your interview time. The circumstances leading to my absence aren’t important right now. What we must focus on is building trust.” His eyes met hers as he reached across the small table and stroked the backs of her hands. “Will you give me a proper chance to earn your trust, Sandra?”
Mellissandra swallowed hard and nodded. She knew she was going to do whatever it was he asked of her, this was too important to let the first obstacle thrown in her path stop her.
Damian smiled and released her hands. “I’m not going to ask you what you know about being submissive because, no doubt, it’s all wrong. Being submissive is about giving control of your body, mind, and even your soul to your master. Your master will make all your decisions, and in turn, he will provide for all your wants and needs.
“Should I decide the only way you get to eat is if you sit on your knees at my feet, you will kneel in front of me and eat from my hand. Should I decide you will bathe me, you will only ask how hot do I want the water. Everything that we do is done for our mutual pleasure and your well-being. You will take pleasure from pleasing your master, and in return, you will be rewarded.
“Being submissive means giving yourself over to another person’s control. With that comes the expectation that you will obey. Should you not, the punishment will fit your transgression. If you refuse to eat from my hand while you kneel at my feet, your punishment would be to go hungry. If you disobey a command that is put in place for your safety…” Damian paused in his speech. “Let’s just say that the retribution will be more physical.”
“The torture room?” Mellissandra asked fearfully. When he’d mentioned going hungry as a punishment, her stomach had clenched; but the thought of being taken into that room sent terror through her entire body.
Damian looked at her, puzzled. He followed her gaze to one of the doors next to the fireplace. Obviously, someone had neglected to lock the door after the last cleaning. Now that he knew what her fear stemmed from, he knew just how difficult his job was going to be.
“Little one, it is only your innocence that gives you fear of that room,” he said with patience. “I am sorry that you have seen it prematurely. That is to come later in your training when we get to sexual pleasure.”
Damian’s eyes turned dark with desire at the thought of having Sandra splayed out before him, begging for a spanking. That image did it for him. His cock was hard. He knew without a doubt that he wasn’t walking out of this room without a taste of her pussy. He had to feel her come all over his face.
Damian sat quietly for a few minutes, just watching Sandra eat. Her long red hair, still damp from her time in the tub, was curling around her face and down her back. One long tendril had slipped over her shoulder, lying enticingly against her breast. With an inward groan, Damian tried to calm his raging hormones before he pounced on her and frightened her more.
Mellissandra continued eating the food in front of her, the rich meats and cheeses making her taste buds tingle. She sipped the red wine slowly. Its flavor was overwhelming and delicious. Unaccustomed to alcohol, she drank carefully. She didn’t want to become inebriated and lose control of her temper. It wouldn’t do to show that she was not submissive. His talk of punishment convinced her quickly that she didn’t want to anger this man. While she still wasn’t sure exactly what his retribution entailed, images of the torture room made their way into her head, sending a shiver of dread down her spine.
“Let me tell you a little about the castle,” Damian said. He was attempting a normal, mundane conversation, hoping that it would distract him from her luscious body and his raging erection and her from the fear he could see clearly in her eyes. “This castle has been home to the royal family for more than 500 years. There are four separate wings that branch off from the great hall. There are also two towers that connect to the north and south wings. Except for the towers, there are four floors throughout the castle. For security the upper floors can only be accessed from the main floor of each particular wing.
“In the last hundred years or so, the entire castle has been upgraded and remodeled. The castle now has modern electricity, phone lines have been installed, and the plumbing has also been completely refitted. However, it’s not economical to utilize modern conveniences in all parts of the castle. Most hallways are still lit by torches or gas lamps, and those hallways that aren’t used frequently are left dark.
“The east wing houses most of the servants. There is one common kitchen and dining area and then many small two-room apartments. Servants with families are often given adjoining apartments, and the sitting rooms have been made into bedrooms for those with multiple children.
“The west wing is the working wing. It houses our medical facilities. We have a fully equipped hospital, and we employ six doctors and a multitude of nurses. All our doctors and nurses, except for one, have apartments in the east wing. There are three apartments within the medical area. The staff rotates staying in those apartments, so there are always extra hands available in case of emergencies.
“The west wing also holds business offices. We have twenty-three occupied offices along with seven others that are not in use at this time. The top floor of the west wing is our security center, which includes three holding cells. We employ fifty royal police who also live in the east wing, albeit on the top floor.
“The old dungeon was not remodeled and updated during renovations for safety reasons. It runs the entire length and width of the castle and is the floor below the main level. The foundation is secure, but no one wanted to tamper with it and possibly compromise its integrity.
“The north wing is the royal wing, and it’s mostly empty. The main floor in this wing used to house the schooling area when there were royal children and common rooms for entertaining. The upper two floors are all apartments, ten in all, although only the three largest are currently occupied. Prince Anton, Dr. Gilly, and I reside there.
“You are in the south wing, which is used mostly for storage. There is a freezer, twice the size of this room, that stores meat and other foodstuffs. This training room is the only living facility in this wing.
“The great hall isn’t used much anymore. Its purpose is for banquets and balls and the like. Prince Anton is not much for grand entertaining though, so not many outsiders are invited into the castle. Once a year, the servants are given permission to hold
a Christmas party there. It’s the only place in the castle that is large enough for all of them to get together and mingle.
“You will find that once employed inside the castle, most never leave. We are almost completely self-contained here. Outside the castle itself but still inside the main walls, we have shops, bars, and clubs. Some of the servants’ family members have jobs in those places; this allows them the freedom of not working directly inside the castle, but to still be on castle grounds. Once a month, we have everything we can’t make or grow on our own shipped in. During the winter months, we double our orders, so we do not run short on supplies if the weather prevents a shipment.”
Mellissandra gulped slightly as her heart sank. He made it sound as if no one ever traveled outside of the castle walls. How am I going to get money to my family now? She pushed the food away from her as doom filled her belly.
“No one…” She paused, taking a deep breath. “No one ever leaves the castle?”
“There is no need,” Damian told her, frowning. “We have a school and stores. There are plenty of gardens and parks to enjoy nature. There is a gym for those that wish to exercise. That’s not to say the castle is a prison, no one is kept here by force. Some do travel for vacations, but most have been here for generations so there isn’t much reason to travel.”
“I see,” Mellissandra said quietly. It was too much for her to take in. Since she’d arrived here, it had felt like she was on one big roller coaster. She was completely overwhelmed.
“Now, little one, we need to take care of some of the fear I see gripping you.” Damian stood swiftly and extended his hand to her.
Mellissandra looked up at him in stunned silence.
“It is not yours to question but to simply do as I command. That is what being a submissive requires,” Damian told her. He moved closer to her, extending his reach. “You must learn to trust me.”
She hesitantly put her hand in his. Tingles traveled through her arm as his warm palm engulfed hers. As he pulled her up and started toward the door that caused her fear, Mellissandra planted her feet and pulled back.
“Am I to be punished? I am so sorry for whatever I have done wrong!” Terror filled her voice as she fell to her knees.
“That room is not for punishment, little Sandra, but for pleasure.” Damian pulled her to her feet. “It is not something I normally introduce this early in training, but we must rid you of your fear.” Damian couldn’t help but smile to himself, thinking her fear gave him the perfect excuse to touch and taste her. It was all in the name of doing his job properly.
Seeing that she was unconvinced, Damian swept her into his arms. He walked across the room, and without breaking stride, he opened the door. Once inside, he kicked the door shut and set Mellissandra on her feet. He knew she wouldn’t go anywhere before he turned on the lights.
***
Prince Anton stared at Gilly, marveling at the thickening in his loins. He’d never really been attracted to Gilly. He’d always thought of her as more of a confidant. Looking at her now with her unbound hair and bare feet, he realized that, somewhere along the way, she’d grown into a beautiful woman. He wondered if she was a virgin, but then he quickly dismissed the thought of her being with another man. Gilly was pure; he’d never felt unclean around her.
“Anton,” Gilly said softly, “I didn’t mean to upset you. I just want to protect you.”
Her words snapped him out of his stunned silence. Her face had morphed with concern overtaking her features. Rising to her feet, Gilly approached him carefully. It only took two small steps to put her directly in front of him. She put her hand on his arm and gave him a questioning look.
“Gilly…” he said huskily. His cock was hard, but as he looked into her face, he knew he couldn’t take her as he had all the women in his past. He had no desire to hurt Gilly. It had been the flash of ruthlessness in her that turned him on, but that was gone as she stared up at him. Surprisingly, the adoration in her gaze didn’t turn him off. Instead, it seemed to make him harder.
“Gilly,” he said again, “I can’t just lock him up. The entire castle would revolt.” He attempted to focus on their discussion instead of his penis, which was trying to force its way through his zipper.
“Then, banish him. He doesn’t understand your needs, Anton.” She moved a little closer until her large breasts were grazing his stomach. She shivered at the connection. He was so much bigger than she that the top of her head didn’t even reach his chin. Feeling feminine and hot from being so close to him, a tingling sensation burned between her thighs. “No one understands you like I do,” she whispered.
“What are you doing, Gilly?” Anton asked. He could feel her nipples protruding through their shirts. He sensed that she was as turned on as he was.
“I’m just trying to take care of you, like I always have,” she told him, pushing a little closer.
“You’re playing with fire. That is what you’re doing,” he snapped. He grabbed her and pulled her in tight against his hips. “Are you a virgin, Gilly? You’re a doctor, so I know that you know what this bulge in my pants means. Do you want me to throw you down and fuck you right now?” He ground his cock against her middle, the difference in their heights not allowing him easy access to her pussy as he would have liked.
“I want you to do whatever you need to do,” she said.
Anton groaned at her words. Perfect submission. It shouldn’t have been possible, but he felt himself get even harder. “And what if what I need to do is to beat the skin off your back? What if I need to make your blood run from your body?” he asked viciously.
“Whatever you need, Anton.” Gilly smiled up at him. “I will always do whatever you need.”
“Why did you never apply to be my submissive, my life partner, Gilly?” he asked while unbuttoning her shirt. He wasn’t a fool. Here was a pussy being offered, a body willing to be beaten. He was going to take it and enjoy it thoroughly.
“I cannot be your life partner, Anton. I will provide you with anything you need, except for that. Your heir will have to come from another woman.” Her voice was husky, betraying her excitement.
“I don’t want to damage you, Gilly,” Anton said, pulling the shirt and bra straps down her arms. He didn’t bother to correct her assumption that he was asking her to be his submissive. “If I get too rough or too harsh, you must stop me.”
Anton unbuttoned her slacks, letting them fall to the ground, and she stepped out of them.
Sliding her panties down her legs, he looked at her pensively. “To stop me, all you have to do is say the word friendship.”
He took her bra and used it to tie her hands behind her back. From this position, her breasts thrust forward, and he could no longer resist. Taking one taut nipple into his mouth, he bit down gently at first, but then he did it with more force until she gasped. He grinned at her but said nothing. He moved his punishing teeth to the other breast, making her gasp again.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Gilly,” he said. He moved her to face the sofa and bent her over it. “You’ve hidden this body from me for years, and now, you’re going to be punished for it.”
A loud crack rang out through the silent apartment as his hand landed on one firm ass cheek. Gilly shot upright, only to be pushed back down into position again. He smacked the other cheek equally as hard, and he grinned at the red handprints rising to the surface of her soft skin. From her reaction, he knew she’d never been spanked. Virgin skin is so beautiful.
Anton’s mouth was watering. He couldn’t resist nipping her ass. He licked the handprints and the bite marks, reveling in her telltale groan. She is enjoying this. When he put a hand between her legs, he felt the wet heat coming from her core. Oh yes, she wants me. He knew she wanted everything he was about to do to her.
Anton began undressing, watching her squirm while she was bent over the sofa. She was planted on her face because he’d bound her hands. She was helpless, and it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. An
ton pushed down his pants and stepped out of them, wishing he’d put on a belt. He could just picture her smooth white ass covered with welts from his wide leather belt. Next time, he assured himself.
Once naked, Anton grabbed Gilly by her hair and hauled her upright. When he spun her around, he saw tears streaking down her face. It gave him pause. He didn’t want to make Gilly cry, but then he noticed the look in her eye. She was begging him to continue. He reached down and shoved two fingers inside her tight hole. Oh yes, she is a virgin, untouched and pure.
“Let’s go to your bed, Gilly. I want you to lie down and spread your legs wide,” he told her while untying her hands.
She led him to her bedroom, and then she climbed onto her bed. Like everything in the royal wing, the room and the bed were large, but she kept it utilitarian. The sheets were plain white cotton, and the room was unadorned by decoration. The fact that her bedroom of the last several years lacked any personalization should have bothered him, but it didn’t. It should have given him pause to realize that this room would have fit easily into an impersonal hotel anywhere; but all that mattered was that very soon he would be inside her tight virgin pussy. The realization that the only person he’d ever considered a friend could have packed up and left in a matter of minutes never entered into his lust driven mind.
“Do not touch me, Gilly. If you touch me, I will have to tie you again. It will be a lot less comfortable for you in here as this room isn’t equipped for bondage,” he told her.
“I will do only as you ask,” Gilly said gazing at him reverently.
He stared down at her. She was lying in the center of the bed with her arms down at her sides and her legs wide open. Normally, he didn’t care for pussy hair, but there was something about hers that made him appreciate it. She was truly untouched, even by a razor. Knowing he was the first to gaze upon this humbled him.
