Royally Trained

by Diana Ames

  Mellissandra was filled with so much confusion that it took her a few minutes to realize her back was pressed up against his naked chest. A few seconds after that, she realized her body was enjoying his wiry hair sweeping across her back. Mellissandra had the urge to turn around in the water and see what it would feel like against her breasts, but she didn’t know if she could be that bold.

  Damian heard the hitch in her breath as her back settled against him. A pleased smirk formed on his lips when he realized that punishing her hadn’t diminished her passion. His cock hardened, and he was both thankful and irritated that she was floating in the water and not pressed down into his lap.

  He debated with himself for several long, silent minutes. Damian wanted to begin her sensual training. If he were being honest, he just wanted her, training be damned. And that was his dilemma. He shouldn’t touch her right now. He knew she was vulnerable and emotional. Yes, she was showing all the signs of wanting sexual pleasure, but more than that, she was showing signs of wanting him. His role as a trainer didn’t have room in it for a mutual desire between them.

  Damian waged an internal war while cuddling Sandra against his chest. Should I seduce her and give us both what we want? But will that betray Anton, my flesh and blood? He rationalized that he had no intention of handing her over to Anton. He wouldn’t allow her to be abused as the other women had.

  In the end, it was Mellissandra who delivered the final blow in Damian’s war. She couldn’t resist any longer; she had to feel his hard chest against her breasts. She lithely flipped her body over in the deep tub and moved to straddle his lap. As soon as her breasts came into contact with his body, her nipples hardened.

  Looping her arms around his neck, Mellissandra leaned in and whispered in his ear, “Teacher, you promised me pleasure after my punishment.”

  ***

  Anton was at loose ends. After two hours of reading the same contract over and over again, he had finally decided to give up. He’d kept glancing at the panties on top of his wastebasket until he’d finally covered them with paper. That had helped for a few minutes. However, when he’d seen her fingernail markings gouged into the polished wood of his desk, he knew he was getting no work done today.

  He wanted to go see Mellissandra, but he knew that Damian would be training her right now. He also knew that he couldn’t interrupt that even if Damian hadn’t warned him off of women for the time being. To interrupt Damian would have consequences he wasn’t willing to deal with at the moment.

  Under normal circumstances, he would pop in and spend some time in Gilly’s office. But these weren’t exactly normal circumstances, and he didn’t want to encourage her infatuation any further. He certainly wasn’t ready for the conversation he would have with her.

  Frustrated, Anton shoved his chair back and got to his feet. He left his office quickly, as though he was running from the memories of the interlude that occurred there just hours before. As Anton roamed the halls, he realized just how incredibly alone he was.

  ***

  Damian was thrown by Sandra’s bold move, and for a moment, he just looked at her stupidly. The last thing he’d expected was for her to demand pleasure. It only took a heartbeat for him to decide he liked this brazen side of her.

  “So I did, little one, so I did,” Damian murmured. He urged her out of the bathtub and followed. “If you don’t want to look at a naked man,” he said softly, “turn around now. I’m not going to fulfill my promise in wet shorts.” Damian chuckled at her light gasp. “Don’t worry, little one, I’ll put my pants back on. I’m just not going to put them on over wet underwear.”

  Mellissandra had shocked herself when she’d turned to him and demanded the pleasure he’d promised earlier, but it was like someone else was in control of her body, someone who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to demand it. For a second, when Damian had just stared at her, she’d thought she went too far. Is demanding pleasure a punishable offense? But then something in his eyes had changed, and now, he was talking about nakedness and wet underwear and pleasure.

  Mellissandra felt that other person inside her in control once again, and she walked over to him. Grabbing the waistband of his soaking wet boxer shorts, she yanked them down. His erection sprang free and pushed toward her. Remembering what Prince Anton had told her about the picture, Mellissandra bent down and touched the tip of Teacher’s cock with her tongue.

  Damian didn’t think he would ever be more shocked than when Sandra had straddled his lap in the bathtub and told him she wanted pleasure. He was wrong because nothing could compare to the feel of her tongue on him. Shock gave way to anger as he wondered where she had learned to do that, and that anger had him jerking her to her feet.

  “Who taught you to do that?” Damian demanded with his hands on her arms, shaking her slightly.

  “No…no one,” Mellissandra stammered fearfully. She didn’t understand what she’d done wrong. He had liked her boldness a few minutes ago. She thought it would be good to give him pleasure. “It…it was in one of the books,” she said. She was unable to contain the tears that were overflowing in her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she whispered as she lowered her head.

  Damian took a step back and tried to regain his legendary control. He felt like a jealous idiot. She had gone through the books he’d stocked the room with, the books he’d told her to read. But when she hadn’t shied away from his naked body and then she’d attempted to please him, rage had filled his blood. The thought of another man touching her, teaching her, when he’d been so sure she was completely innocent was enough to make him behave like a madman. Feeling in control again, Damian took one long finger and tipped up her chin. Meeting her eyes for a moment, he lowered his head and kissed away her tears.

  “I’m sorry, little one,” he said against her skin. “I overreacted to your sweet gesture. Let me put on my clothes, and I will show you pleasure to make up for it.”

  “No,” Mellissandra said.

  His head shot up. Is she really telling me no? Does she not want me to touch her now? He wouldn’t blame her if she didn’t. Many dominants wouldn’t allow their submissives to say no, but Damian would never force a woman, even a sub, to grant him access to her body. Everyone should have that choice. Regardless, he couldn’t prevent his eyebrows from rising to meet his hairline.

  “I mean,” Mellissandra said, flushing, “I don’t want you to put on your clothes. I want to give you pleasure as well.”

  Damian groaned at her words. Perhaps she was too naïve to know what her words were doing to his self-control. He knew if she said something else like that, he wouldn’t be able to prevent himself from pushing her down onto the bathing chamber floor and putting his cock so deep inside her that they wouldn’t know where she ended and he began. That thought alone nearly had him losing control.

  But Damian was determined not to frighten her again. A woman’s first sexual experience usually determined how her sensual nature developed. He knew she was completely untouched, her boldness notwithstanding. He also knew she was very passionate about many things. He wanted to cultivate that passion, not crush it.

  “Dry off,” Damian said, his voice raspy. “Then, go lie on the bed. I need a few minutes before I come to you.”

  Mellissandra rushed to comply with Damian’s orders. She didn’t want to anger or irritate him any more. In fact, she was now wishing she’d suppressed the independent part of her nature that had refused to wait for him to make the first move. If she had kept her mouth shut, she would still be lying in his arms in the tub of cool water. Now, she didn’t know what to expect when he finally emerged from the bathing chamber.

  Sliding between the cool sheets, Mellissandra winced a little as her ass made contact with the bed. She couldn’t be sorry for expressing herself when she’d heard about the medical ward here in the castle. It was wrong for the taxes from the villagers to be used for something like that with no benefit to them. Her sore bottom, however, made her sorry for how she’d
chosen to express her opinions and for everything that had happened in the few minutes directly following her outburst. She smiled a little though when she thought of bathing with Teacher. That had more than made up for the discomfort in her posterior.

  Mellissandra was snapped out of her thoughts when the bathing chamber door clicked closed. Damian entered the bedroom, and he was stark naked. Her eyes traveled over his superb body, starting with his hard pecks and defined abs covered with springy dark hair. Her eyes followed the path of hair down to his groin. Catching her attention, his now flaccid cock was hanging impressively between his legs. She licked her dry lips and swallowed a gulp, even dangling he was larger than the men in the pictures she’d looked at earlier. He was simply beautiful.

  “Are you sure you want this right now?” Damian asked, standing next to the bed. “It’s not too late to stop.”

  “I want this,” Mellissandra whispered.

  Slipping into the bed beside her, he took her in his arms. He planted a soft kiss on her lips. One soft kiss turned into two, two into three, and before either of them realized it, Damian’s tongue was invading her mouth. His hands slid up and down her naked back as he pulled her closer to him. She moaned when his lips began the slow descent to her jaw, moving lower to her shoulder, until he settled over one hard nipple. As he sucked and licked and teased one breast, his hand found her other breast, kneading and squeezing and plumping.

  The sensations coursing through her body had Mellissandra writhing on the bed. His hot mouth on her breast was causing the pulling and tingling between her legs again, and she didn’t want it to end. She moaned again when his mouth switched breasts, and his fingers began tweaking the nipple that he had just been sucking.

  Damian threw one leg over her thighs to hold her still. He could feel her desire building, and he allowed one hand to skim down her stomach, settling between her dense red curls. He lifted his head to watch her eyes as he parted her folds and lightly stroked her pussy. He caught her gasp with his mouth and kissed her as his fingers played in her wet heat.

  Damian’s cock grew hard against her even though he’d made himself come before leaving the bathing chamber. Her responses were so uninhibited and real that he found himself wanting to give more to her. For the first time, it didn’t matter if he had an orgasm. It was enough for him to just please her.

  “Sandra,” he said against her lips, “I’m going to kiss you between your legs now.” He didn’t want to frighten her by suddenly licking her pussy, but he knew he had to taste her. “Little one,” he whispered, his voice husky now, “I want you to give in to all you feel. Don’t hold anything back from me.”

  Those few words were all the warning Mellissandra received before Damian knelt between her open legs and planted his face in her pussy. When his tongue touched her sensitive clit, Mellissandra arched up off the bed as if she’d been electrocuted. She knew he was right when he’d told her that if she’d left, she would never feel pleasure like this.

  Damian lapped at her sweet virginal pussy like it was an ice cream treat on the hottest day of summer. She was dripping hot juices all over his face, and he couldn’t get enough. He glanced up, not pausing for a moment, to see her back arched and her hands fisting the sheets. He loved the panting breaths coming from her lips.

  Inserting two fingers into her tight hole, he finger-fucked her while he teased her clit with his tongue. He could feel her walls tightening, and he knew she was close to her very first orgasm. With his free hand, he reached up her body and pinched a nipple. The extra stimulation was enough to send her over the edge.

  “Damian!” she screamed out as the orgasm shook her hard. Her entire body went stiff, and for several long moments, she was held in place by the spasms shaking her insides.

  When she called his name with her orgasm, Damian was surprised to feel his cock jerk as he came all over the mattress.

  As they both collapsed, energy drained, Damian frowned. He had never told her his name.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Damian felt his mind trying to emerge from the darkness of sleep. His body protested though, not wanting to move from the most comfortable mattress he’d ever managed to fall asleep on. His eyes shot open when the mattress moved beneath him. The first thing he saw was creamy white skin and the most tantalizing belly button.

  He remembered everything then—punishing Sandra, soothing her in the bathtub, and pleasuring her until they both came afterward. She’d shocked him countless times that day, but the biggest shock was waking to find he was still with her. He’d never, even after the most vigorous sex sessions, fallen asleep with a woman.

  Sex was for pleasure. Sharing his body and enjoying a woman’s body was commonplace, but falling asleep with someone was intimate. A person was vulnerable when sleeping, unguarded. Damian hadn’t allowed himself to be that exposed to another human being since he had been a child.

  Forcing himself to alertness, he realized he was lying on top of Sandra, his head on her belly and his chest pressed against her pussy. His cock twitched as if to let him know that it was aware of the delicious position he was in. It took every ounce of his self-control not to touch her so he could hear her scream out his name again.

  Damian frowned. How did she know my name? Submissives were never given his name until after they’d finished training and he handed them over to Anton. They were to simply call him Teacher, so they did not forget to be respectful and call him by his name when they were alone. Also, it avoided confusion when they later had to refer to Anton as Master. It was a training technique he’d used for years, and it had always been successful. The only conclusion Damian could come up with was that someone had been in this room with her, and only one person was bold enough to go against all his rules and think he could get away with it.

  Damian pushed himself up from the bed, his body protesting at leaving Sandra. He stared down at her with desire in his eyes, but the need to confront the rule breaker was stronger. He covered her gently with the quilt that had been kicked to the floor, watching as she snuggled into the cover.

  She really was beautiful. Her coloring, while not unique, was striking and somewhat exotic for their small community. Her body was lush and healthy, not unnaturally thin and bony as many women thought was attractive these days.

  Lust and anger were mixing in his blood and in his mind. He wanted to hear it from her lips. He needed to hear her say that Anton had been to see her. Damian had to hear it from her that Anton had not touched her or molested her. She hadn’t looked abused when Damian had come into the room earlier, but he wanted reassurance on that as well. The longer he stood there watching her sleep, the more his emotions turned to fear for her well-being. In his mind, he damned Anton for being such a twisted bastard. And he damned himself for believing that Sandra would be safe while she was locked in the training room.

  “Sandra,” he barked out.

  Her eyelids fluttered but remained closed.

  “Wake up, Sandra!” he ordered with an angry shout.

  “Teacher?” she mumbled, her eyes opening a crack. When she saw the furious look on his face, she sat straight up in bed. From being pinned under his weight for the past several hours while they’d slept off their passion, her lower body protested at the movement.

  “That isn’t what you called me a few hours ago, is it, Sandra?” Damian asked derisively.

  Her jaw flew open at his accusation. She tried to remember when she’d spoken at all, and other than when they’d been in the bathing chamber, she couldn’t think of anything. She couldn’t recall addressing him as anything other than Teacher.

  “I don’t know what you mean, Teacher,” she said softly.

  Anger crackled through the room as though it was lightning. He knew she was lying to him. “You called me by my given name, Sandra,” he bit out through clenched teeth. “What I want to know is who told you my name? Who has been in this room with you?”

  Mellissandra’s eyes widened. Did I really call him by his nam
e? She’d heard it only once and that had been from the prince, but she knew she couldn’t tell Damian that. She’d promised the prince that she wouldn’t tell anyone he’d visited her, and she always kept her promises.

  Straightening her back and sitting up even more, she turned her body to face him. “The only people who have been in this room since I’ve been here have been the old woman who led me here, you, and the servants you brought with you. If at some point I called you by your given name, which I don’t believe I did because I don’t know what your given name is, I had to have heard one of those people address you that way.” Her chin went defiantly into the air, making her breasts jut out.

  “You’re lying to me, Sandra,” he said in a low voice, his eyes narrowed. “Do I need to punish you for lying? I guarantee it will be worse than the first punishment you received.” His mouth was watering at the sight of her hard nipples, and his anger was fueling his lust. Both were very passionate emotions. And while he would never hurt her sexually, he knew that if he put his hands on her right now his lust for her would take over and it would be rough.

  Leaning over her, he put his mouth to her ear. “What is my name, Sandra?”

  “I don’t know,” she whispered with a hot breath.

  “You said it earlier, Sandra, when I made you come.” He nibbled below her ear until she gave a soft moan. “I want you to say it now.”

  “I don’t know it,” she tried again. Her body began to tingle like it had earlier, like it had every other time he’d touched her. But he wasn’t touching her now. He was just gently kissing her neck.

  “Say it…” he whispered.

  “Damian…” She moaned.

  He stood up abruptly and glared down at her. He turned away from her before he lost the tenuous grip he had on his control. Although he wanted to climb back onto the bed, Damian knew if he did that, he wouldn’t leave until he joined their bodies together, to be damned with Anton and everything else that would keep them apart.