His Pet Princess

by Loki Renard

  “Nothing got into me! I never agreed to work with you! I never agreed to any of this. I want out. You can be my father’s slave, but I don’t want to be. I’m going to keep trying. No matter what you do, I’m going to be free, okay? You can’t stop me. Even if you take me back to Ere, I’m coming back here. I know how to use the gates now. There will be no stopping me.”

  She was so determined, so fierce. He couldn’t help but admire her spirit, even though she was making his job significantly harder than it needed to be.

  “So, peon,” she said in arrogant tones. “Let me go this instant, or the next time I return, perhaps you will be the one who finds himself captive.”

  Maxim did his best not to laugh. Being threatened by a slip of a girl was quite amusing to him, but that did not mean he could allow her to speak to him that way. She had to learn humility, and quickly. He carried her back to his bedroom and sat on the bed, pulling the princess over his thighs. This was going to be a long night for both of them.

  “You’re being dramatic, Princess,” he said, giving her another hard swat. “And rude.”

  “Ow! And you’re not listening. You said it yourself. The blood of kings runs in my veins, and I will not be held captive a day, no, an hour longer!”

  She was very good at giving haughty speeches, but they didn’t count for anything when she was locked over his lap, her slim frame trapped snugly over his thighs. He contemplated just letting her tire herself out then taking her back to bed with him. He was definitely not going to be letting her out of his sight again until they returned to the other world.

  “You don’t have any choice, Princess,” he said, keeping his tone calm in an effort to settle her. He smoothed his palm over what had to be sore cheeks and patted her rear lightly. “I know you don’t like this, but I’m trying to keep you safe. If you go out there, you’ll be hurt.”

  “Then teach me how not to be hurt! And let me go! Tell my father you couldn’t find me!”

  “I am not going to lie to the king,” Maxim said firmly. “And I am not going to take orders from a spoiled little princess. I’ve been about as patient with you as I can be, Sabine.”

  “Lies! You’ve hit me for not obeying you. Well, I don’t care. I’m never going to obey you… ow!”

  She squealed as he started spanking her again, firm, slow swats that would heat her deserving rear for a long time. This girl needed discipline far more than she needed freedom, she just didn’t know it yet. Maxim did feel sorry for her; having been spoiled and confined had not been good for her. He was not going to make the same mistakes the royal household had. With him, she would discover that punishment was always immediate and proportionate.

  “Stop it! Stop it now!”

  As desperate as she was starting to sound, she wasn’t begging him. She was trying to give him orders. With her pale hair tossing this way and that, her pretty bottom turning fresh shades of pink, she hardly looked regal, but there was an imperiousness in her tone he was determined to relieve her of.

  He kept spanking her until she ran out of orders and started to discover plaintive whimpers. He didn’t make the same mistake he’d made earlier and assume that she was giving in simply because she was getting sore.

  With her recklessness and determination becoming more obvious by the hour, he knew he had to establish dominance and quickly. But how? A mere rear warming was not going to undo years of disciplinary neglect, not in a few days. He could beat her more severely, but Savik had not asked for his daughter to be broken in the process of her return, and Maxim was not the type of man to do such a thing to any woman, even a rebellious pain in the rear like Sabine.

  He looked down at her squirming female form and noted how her bottom and thighs were blushing prettily. His slaps were starting to catch her lower, and even on her inner thighs as she kicked and squirmed.

  The downy lips between her thighs were beginning to flower with a sweet dewy scent that was becoming impossible to ignore. He could see the soft, wet inner lips beginning to emerge from the protection of their outer counterparts, liquid desire smearing his leg.

  His body had responded much as hers did, his rod hardening against her hip. His slaps grew more intense, hoping to push her to the point of real contrition, but all he succeeded in doing was making her buck and thrash about more, stimulating her sex and his at the same time as she rubbed and rutted against his bare thigh.

  This was the key, he realized as his mind began to cloud with the effects of desire. She could not be whipped into submission, but there was some part of her that emerged strongly under his palm. She was so wet he could see her lips parting as she pressed them against his leg, the hard bud of her clit grinding against his thigh with greedy motions as she moaned and cried.

  She let out a squeal of surprise when Maxim pushed her off his knees and onto hers, taking a thick handful of her hair in his hand to control her head as he pulled his cock free. It was rock hard, straining for her body, droplets of pre-cum coating the head of his imposing member.

  “Suck me,” he demanded.

  Her eyes were wide, but not without interest. He saw her lick her lips and look at his cock with a curious hesitation.

  “You shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered, hoarse. “My father…”

  “Is not here, Princess,” he reminded her, tightening his fingers in her hair. “This is what you wanted. To lose yourself in the world of men. Let’s say I don’t take you back to your father, to your comfortable castle. Let’s say you never see Ere again. You’re at my mercy here. You have no money, no status as anything other than my falsely documented wife. You’re mine, to do with as I please. And right now, I want you to Suck. My. Cock.”

  He drew her forward, pressing his hard length inside her mouth with a dominant stroke. He felt her struggle for a moment, not against him, but in the effort of taking him. Her lips had never spread around such a long, thick, hard object before and she had certainly never experienced a male member in her mouth.

  He watched her eyes as her lips gripped him, her mouth melting around his rod, her soft tongue lapping at him as he drew his shaft in and out, fucking her mouth.

  It was practically treason to be doing this to the princess of Ere, but she did not care for that title and now nor did he. The potential consequences of his actions were as far from his mind as it was possible for them to be. All that mattered was the girl on her knees, her hot mouth wrapped around his shaft as he fucked her lips, going deeper and deeper with every stroke, making her mouth stretch for him as he was now certain her pussy soon would.

  For the first time since meeting her, he saw a shift in her gaze as she surrendered to being held and taken… perhaps this was all she had ever wanted. All she had ever truly needed. He gripped her hair tighter and thrust the very tip of his shaft in and out of her mouth, going an inch or two deep over and over with quick strokes that glided over her tongue—then plunged deep, almost all the way to the back of her mouth and held her there, his eyes boring down into hers as he let his actions speak for him.

  He groaned as she started to suckle on him, her tongue lapping the underside of his hard rod as the pre-cum smeared over her tongue. He was so close, his balls tingling and tightening as he plunged his cock in and out of the sweet, soft royal mouth.

  By the gods of Ere, he could not take it another moment.

  Maxim came, his cum flooding over her tongue, sliding down her throat and making its way to her belly. He pulled out and a few stray spurts covered her lips, marking her mouth. She looked up at him, still caught in his powerful grip, her face covered with his desire, her eyes wide with submissive shock. He doubted she could believe what had just happened to her. Still he was not done.

  “Lick your lips and clean my cock,” he ordered. “That’s right, good girl.”

  The tip of her tongue sneaked out of her mouth and began to clean her lips, taking every last drop of his seed inside to be swallowed down. And then she lapped at his slowly softening cock, removi
ng all traces of the sticky seed from his rod.

  “Very good, Princess,” he murmured, releasing his grip and turning it into a gentle stroke, running his fingertips through her hair, his nails scratching lightly across her scalp. “You see, you can obey.”

  For the first time since meeting her, Maxim saw Sabine actually speechless. She stayed kneeling at his feet until he picked her up and lifted her into the bed with him, settling her under the covers.

  “Are you alright, Princess?”

  She gave a little nod and snuggled into him. Whatever she was feeling, she did not seem to be unhappy.

  Maxim lay awake until he heard her breathing slow and felt her body relax. There would no doubt be consequences for what he had just done. The Ere princess was supposed to be virginal until she married and became the Ere queen. He had taken her virginity already, and now he had taken a second orifice. One more and she would be thoroughly defiled in the eyes of the crown.

  He had crossed a boundary. And indeed, so had she by coming to this world in the first place. The normal rules did not apply—but he knew that when she returned to Ere, they would be imposed on her. In saving her in this world, he may already have condemned them both in the next.

  It was too late to worry about for long. He was exhausted, and with the princess finally asleep in his arms, Maxim allowed himself to drift off for a few hours.

  * * *

  He woke up in the morning, the princess under his arm. She was snugged up against his body, held close and for a moment it was almost as if she was his and his alone. It was a nice feeling and he indulged it for a few minutes, dozing in bed with the beautiful young woman curled against him.

  It was the first time in years that he had woken up with a woman. Maxim had not allowed himself to get close to any of the citizens since his arrival. They would have been distractions from his task, which he took very seriously. Beautiful women were all about him, but they were as manufactured as the environments in which they lived. Everything about them had been made false, from their hair to their teeth to their nails. This was a world of mirages, where people could not see one another for all the facades that sprang up between them. Sabine felt comfortingly real. He liked having her in his bed and in his arms, though he knew he could not keep her. Or…

  With the clarity of morning, and the warm form of the princess curled up next to him, Maxim finally had a chance to truly consider the situation. The gate to Ere had been closed under suspicious circumstances and was under investigation at both ends, no doubt. The king of Ere would be utterly frantic to reopen the gate, but the only way to open it was from Maxim’s side. The technician who originally opened the gate had perished of Ere fever years ago.

  It would have been safer for everyone in Ere to close the gate then. Its energy signature had always been hard to mask, and every time someone came through there was the risk of disintegration. His first trip through, he had walked into a pile of moldering bones. It had not been pleasant. He had advised the king to close the gate, but there was too much power to be drawn from this place, too many tricks and tools and weapons to use against the unsuspecting citizens of what used to be the independent kingdoms of Ere. The king was playing a dangerous game, but that was what kings did. And princesses, apparently.

  “No,” Sabine mumbled in her sleep, stirring as some powerful dream took her. “I won’t marry you!”

  Maxim frowned, thinking she was referring to him. Did she hate him? He would have understood if she did. He had done nothing but fuck and beat her since meeting her. He’d had his reasons, but she probably didn’t understand them. From her perspective, he was likely a monster of the worst kind.

  “No, Isodor! Leave me be! No!”

  Maxim’s eyes narrowed. That name took the concept of monstrosity to another level.

  “Wake up, Sabine.” He shook her gently.

  Her eyes opened, lingering dream fear still quite visible in her gaze. Her eyes focused on him and he saw her relief clear as day.

  “Oh, thank the gods, I thought it was him…”

  “You said the name Isodor… were you speaking of General Isodor?”

  “My father wishes me to marry him,” she confirmed, rubbing her eyes. “Our wedding is likely scheduled for the next ripe moon.”

  Maxim looked down at her pretty face, felt her soft curves pressed against him and a protective anger began to rise. The very notion of a man like Isodor laying so much as a finger on her tender skin made Maxim’s stomach churn.

  “You mean to tell me that the king has chosen General Isodor to succeed him?”

  “Yes. He believes Isodor alone has the strength to control the kingdoms.”

  “And he intends to give you to him soon.”

  “That’s why I ran away,” she said, looking up at him with a vulnerable gaze. “I don’t want to marry him.”

  The moment the vows were made, Maxim had no doubt some strange accident would befall the king. Isodor was not to be trusted. He was a dangerous, twisted, sick individual. How he had ever earned the king’s favor was beyond him. Perhaps the old man was blind to anything besides the displays of strength the general was so fond of.

  He had been wavering since the previous evening, and with this piece of information, his decision was made. He was not going to take Sabine back to Ere. He was not going to open another gate. They would both stay here, make what they could of their lives, forget that Ere ever existed.

  “No, you’re not,” he murmured under his breath.

  “What?”

  He looked down at her and made a promise that shattered the vow he had made to the kingdom of Ere, its liege, and all who lived there.

  “You’re not going back, Princess.”

  “I’m not?” She looked at him with a suspicious gaze. “Why have you changed your mind?”

  “Because I’ve decided you’re right. On a great many counts.”

  “I am?” Her look of surprise was adorable.

  “You are. If I send you back, you’ll no doubt return and next time you might not get so lucky. Your father has limited resources in this world. I might not be able to capture you in time. It could be one of the corporations that does it. And they could discover the gate and use it to invade Ere.”

  “…and I might marry Isodor,” she said, her gaze intelligent. “That’s what really changed your mind, isn’t it. You don’t like him, do you?”

  “I would not want a dog to have to suffer living with that man,” Maxim rumbled.

  She looked at him with great relief. “You are the first person who seems to understand that. There is something about him that makes me sick—and it’s not just his scar. It’s something in his very soul.”

  “Oh, I know Isodor well,” Maxim said, trying not to grit his teeth and show the rage that rose in his chest at the mention of the monster’s name. “I have seen his handiwork. As disobedient and reckless as you are, I will not send you back to him…”

  He would break you. Maxim did not add those words out loud, but he knew that they were true. Isodor would take the princess’ beauty and spirit and he would break them both. Isodor liked to mark his women, permanently if possible. Being a princess would not save her from that particular penchant, Maxim was sure. Once her father was dead, she would be just another soul to destroy, and Isodor would probably take extra pleasure in turning her innocence to bitterness, her joy to misery, and finally her life to death.

  “Thank you,” she said, her pleased voice breaking into his dark thoughts. He looked at her smiling face and saw how innocent she had been to everything, not just to the dangers of this world, but from the one she had come from as well. She knew she didn’t like Isodor, but she didn’t know why, and he intended to ensure she never understood the reality that lay behind her intuition.

  He felt a strong instinct to protect that aspect of her. She was a rare treasure, this princess, a girl who gave away riches because they meant nothing to her, a girl who thought that strangers on the street could be
instant friends, a girl who curled up with him after he tore her virginity from her and made free with her mouth, who fell asleep next to him with a level of trust that overrode all her rebellion. Sabine was unique in two worlds, and he would not allow harm to come to her.

  “Now we don’t have to argue,” she smiled, stretching languidly next to him. “Now I can go out and see the world!”

  “Not so fast, Princess,” he said, reaching down to cup her bottom. “Living here under this law means something you’re not going to like any more than you liked Ere law.”

  “Why? What’s the bad news now?”

  Maxim had not explained the full ramifications of her situation the day before. She had been overwhelmed enough as it was, and he had been intending on getting her out of the territory as quickly as possible and back to Ere. Now that option was no longer on the table, Sabine was going to realize that like all things, living in Centillion territory was a double-edged sword.

  “You’re my pet. I told you that yesterday.”

  “You did…” She sounded more than a little nervous.

  “I didn’t really explain what that means. Centillion is a territory with a very particular set of social customs. Here you are not a free woman, not an equal citizen. You’re an owned woman, which means I have additional responsibilities toward you, and there are plenty of limits for you to observe. For one, you’re not allowed out without me. If you’re found out without me, you will be returned to me, I will be fined and you will be punished.”

  “That’s not fair,” she pouted.

  “It’s not,” he agreed. “Nothing of the circumstances of your life have ever been fair, Sabine. That’s not going to change just because you find a different world. You were born into wealth and privilege, and I dare say for the first two decades of your life you had nothing to complain about. Then it came time to pay the price for that privilege, and you realized just how high the price was going to be. Marriage to a monster. So you fled here, and now there is another price to pay. The price here is that you are mine and you will be trained to behave appropriately for this world.”