by Vivian Wood
My hands wandered lower, over her smooth navel and her cute little belly button and then up to her tits. Her nipples were as rosy pink as I remembered, and I wanted to feel them in my mouth, wrap my lips around them and suck them into hard peaks of pleasure. But I managed to stop myself, knowing that I’d wake her if I touched her with my tongue. I’d heard her moan for me before, and I knew how much pleasure she got from having her nipples tortured. I’d have to wait a little bit longer, make sure she kept quiet while I took from her body what mine so desperately wanted.
I kept pulling on the duvet until I exposed her ass, the sweet globes of her behind enticing me to reach into my pants and withdraw my throbbing cock. I wanted her. God, how I wanted her. All those other girls could never compare to the sweetness of my innocent Amber, my chérie.
“Olivier.”
The name escaped her lips while she was still sleeping, and I smiled to myself, knowing I was on her mind even when she was dreaming.
“I hope you’re having sweet thoughts, chérie,” I groaned. “I hope you’re dreaming of me plunging my cock in every hole it can fit into it, and then making the ones that are too small fit me like a fucking glove.”
She stirred again, a small smile playing on her lips as she kept on sleeping. I wanted her, and I realized I no longer wanted to stop myself. Let her wake up. Let her see what I was doing to her unconscious body. I fucking wanted it to turn her on.
“Amber,” I whispered, wanting her to open her eyes. “Come to your Prince.”
She stirred again, whimpering in her slumber and making my cock jump to attention with the sweet moans escaping her lips.
I pinched her nipple between two fingers, watching her eyes flutter. Slowly, she opened those big beautiful eyes and stared at me, her pupils dilating as she realized what I was doing.
“Olivier,” she whispered.
“Don’t make a sound,” I warned her. “Don’t you fucking dare, chérie. Just let me play with you. Be a good girl for your Prince, and I’ll reward you the way you deserve.”
She nodded, a smile tugging on the corners of her lips as she sank back into her pillows. I was tempted to climb into bed with her, but it was bad enough that I’d walked into her room, knowing I’d find her alone and vulnerable. If anyone found me in such a compromising position, we’d both be in fucking trouble.
“I’m going to make you come,” I told her in a low growl, and she shivered as I pinched her nipples harder. “You’re going to be a good girl and keep your eyes on me, and you won’t make a fucking sound. Is that clear, chérie?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes, what?” I demanded, and her eyes glittered with mischief as she opened her mouth to answer.
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Her words made my cock twitch with the need to have her, and I let my hands roam lower, until they found the smooth expanse of her inner thighs, touching the creamy skin there, wandering over her tenderness with rough fingertips eager to be plunged into the wetness of her cunt.
“Sweet little girl,” I muttered to myself as I opened her pussy with my fingers. “You’re getting so wet for me, aren’t you? You’re all ready for your prince to have you.”
“Yes,” she whispered, the sound barely audible, like a single exhale. “I need you, Olivier. Touch me… Take me. Take whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want?” I repeated. “You’ll let me have anything, chérie, won’t you? You’ll let me take whatever I need from your body and ask for fucking nothing in return.”
She nodded eagerly and gasped when I plunged two fingers into her tight, warm little cunt. I felt her clenching down on me, and my cock got impossibly hard. I wanted to be inside her so fucking badly, but we couldn’t risk it. If word got out about what we were doing, it wouldn’t end well. I might even manage to get Amber kicked out of the competition, which would be the worst possible outcome.
But still, I couldn’t lie to myself. Having her sweet body submit to mine like this, so fucking willingly, was making me want her more than anything else in the world. And what I wanted, I always got.
I knew without a doubt Amber was the one I’d end up with after the selection process. I knew it the moment we announced the selection, from the moment she’d accepted her invite. Now, the selection was just a tradition I had to follow because of my father. But if I had it my way, she’d already be sitting next to me on the throne.
Of course, I wasn’t about to let Amber in on my secret. It was just so much sweeter, meaner, to torture her on the way to the endgame.
After I picked a wife, my mother would step down from the throne and let me rule Luxuria. And Amber would be right there, by my side like the queen she was.
“Does it feel good to be stretched out like that?” I asked her, and she moaned again at the sound of my words, eager for more. Her body was arching, her eyes finding mine in a desperate plea for more. “Does it feel good to submit to the man who rules your body?”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Make me come, Olivier… I need it.”
I curled my fingers inside her, coaxing moan after moan from her parted lips. She was eager, needy for more, and I was more than willing to give her what she so desperately wanted.
“You’re going to come on command for me, aren’t you, chérie?” I leaned down to whisper in her ear, and her sweet body shivered at the sound of the words. “You’re going to be such a fucking good girl for me. And you’re going to do exactly as I say.”
She moaned again, her body twisting under my cruel touch, so eager for more.
“Ah ah ah,” I reminded her. “You need to ask for permission first, chérie. I’m not just going to let you fucking have it. You have to work for it, my pretty girl.”
“Please,” she begged. “I need to come, I need to be yours, I need to have it. Let me…”
“Let you?” I repeated, a smile tugging on the corners of my lips as my fingers curled even deeper, eliciting moan after moan from her mouth. “Beg some more, chérie. Convince me this is what you need.”
“I need it,” she managed. “I need it, Olivier, I need to be your princess, your chérie, I need to be your slut, please, just let me, fucking let me, I’ll die for it… Die for you…”
I chuckled, a low grumble in my throat as I kissed her feverish forehead. “Come for me, chérie. I want to see you coming apart at the seams. Fucking do it, beautiful.”
She whimpered and then she was coming in a flurry of gasps, moans and whispers of my name. Her pussy clenched around me like a vice, holding me captive deep inside her, feeling the impact of her orgasm on my curled-up fingers. She soaked me, her juices running down my hand all the way to my wrist.
“Naughty little thing,” I muttered. “Look at you, Amber… You begged for it like a real whore.”
I withdrew my fingers while she recovered from the force of her orgasm, gasping and starting to giggle as the force hit her head-on, making her cry out in ecstasy.
“Good fucking girl,” I said, grinning down at her. “Now go back to sleep and don’t tell a fucking soul I was here. I just needed to touch you, chérie. It’s been so long since I felt you.”
I retreated toward the door, the memory of her dilated eyes on mine haunting me as I closed the door firmly behind myself and started walking down the hallway.
She was the perfect princess, and the perfect fucking slut. And the fun had only just begun.
Chapter Seven
Amber
I woke up with a smile on my lips that wouldn’t go away as the day started. The events of the previous night replayed in my head over and over again. Olivier…
Yes, I decided. I made the right decision coming here.
The girls gathered in the common room for breakfast, all of already dressed in more casual clothes.
I filled my plate with delicious-smelling pastries, pain au chocolat and fresh croissants with divine, flaky dough brimming with jam. Only when I noticed the other girls’ half-empty plates, I reali
zed they were much more restricted when it came to food. It made me embarrassed, thinking how much restraint they showed with their food choices while I’d piled my plate high. I was tempted to just take off some of the food when Zara joined me, her eyes bright with new-found determination.
“How was your night?” she asked, not stopping to let me reply. “I had the worst night’s sleep. I tossed and turned all night thinking of Olivier. What about you?”
Now, she stared at me with her eyes bright and innocent, and I had to swallow the nervous giggle making its way onto my lips. I couldn’t tell her the truth. What would she think if she knew about my night, with Olivier’s fingers between my legs? Surely she wouldn’t approve, and I couldn’t lose my only friend in the competition.
“Alright,” I replied, flushing as the lie forced its way from my lips. Zara didn’t seem to notice, and she grinned at me, her eyes widening at my plate.
“Those Danishes look amazing,” she exclaimed, and my heart warmed with affection for her. I was half expecting her to call me out on all the food I’d gotten for myself, but she was just as sweet as always, and filled me with wanting to be her friend. “I’m going to get some too.”
While she got her food, I sat behind one of the round tables in the room and dug into my food. The maid from the previous day, Melanie, appeared with a jug of coffee I gratefully accepted. She gave me a conspiratorial glance that made me blush even more. I had a feeling she knew more than she let on.
I watched the other girls as I devoured the delicious pastries. We were all so different, yet all of the girls that were my competition were unmistakably beautiful. I couldn’t compare to them. I was just a petite, curvy redhead from the wrong side of the tracks. I felt even more inadequate knowing what all the girls looked like out of makeup and fancy clothes, knowing I wasn’t as beautiful, as articulate or as special as they were. Self-doubt nagged at me in the back of my mind.
“Hey,” Zara breathed as she plopped down on the seat next to me. “I need to get up earlier tomorrow, all the good stuff is gone now.”
I nodded my agreement as she launched into a speech about her family back at home. She had plenty of siblings and parents that came off quite controlling when she spoke about them. But who was I to judge? My own family was far from perfect.
“What do you think we’ll be doing today?” Zara finally asked, and I shrugged.
“Probably something to do with the competition, right?” I offered, and she nodded.
“I’m sure. God, I hope Olivier is there. I need to make a better impression than I did last night. Do you think I messed everything up, Amber?”
“Of course not,” I replied, though jealousy bubbled in the pit of my stomach in a treacherous brew. “I’m sure you’ll get another chance today. Try not to worry, love.”
She nodded, nervously twisting her hands in her lap while I devoured the most amazing raspberry éclair I’d had in my entire life. Just as I was finishing up with my food, Melanie and another maid appeared in the center of the room, this time sans the coffee jug, and asked for us to pay attention.
I watched all the beautiful heads in the room turn toward the maids, not missing that only one of them turned to look at me instead. Freya. She glared at me before smirking, then turned her attention to the maids.
Why is she so intent on making me miserable? I thought. She must hate me… Or maybe she just thinks I’m competition.
Even though the thought was negative, it filled me with hope. I saw her as competition too, and since she was dead-set on sabotaging me, I was certain she and I would not be friends in the near future. I didn’t care. I had Zara, and one girl on my side was enough to get me by.
“Girls,” Melanie spoke up. “Today you will have an exam to start your day off.”
“An exam?” Freya asked, her light brows shooting up. “What kind of exam?”
“Maybe you should listen,” Melanie frowned, glaring at the Nordic beauty. “Instead of interrupting so rudely.”
“Listen?” Freya let out a breath. “You would do well to remember your place. You’re just a maid, aren’t you?”
I felt uncomfortable for the poor girl, but it seemed like she could handle her own. She sighed, smoothed down the white apron of her uniform and approached Freya, lingering above her sitting form with a beatific smile on her face.
“Yes, I’m just a maid,” she replied, her voice sugary sweet. “But I am in charge of you girls, and I’m reporting directly both to the Queen and Olivier. Now, would you like me to tell them you disobeyed me?”
This was a different girl than I’d seen the previous day. The scared little mouse was gone and a strong, capable woman stood in her place, ready to defend herself. I felt proud for Melanie. It must have been difficult to stand up to a bully like Freya. I had barely managed it myself.
The ice-blonde stunner swallowed her words, though her eyes were shooting daggers at the poor maid. But Melanie took no offense with it, grinning at the girl before returning to stand next to the other maid, a beautiful dark-haired brunette with the most mesmerizing grey eyes.
“This is Carlotta,” she said. “We’ll be overseeing everything in the castle, and most of all, you girls. So try to stay on good terms with us, if you value your time in Luxuria.”
She directed the last statement right at Freya, who held the weight of her gaze with her lips pursed. I bit back a giggle. It serves her right, I thought.
“Now, the exam will happen in thirty minutes,” Melanie went on, smiling at the rest of us. “Please finish your breakfast, then join me back here in the common room so I can take you to the east wing of the castle.”
She left with Carlotta, and a moment after, Zara leaned down next to me to whisper in my ear.
“An exam? What do you think it’s about?”
“Probably something to do with etiquette?” I guessed aloud. “Or maybe they’ll be testing how much knowledge we have of Luxuria, or worldwide events?”
“Oh God.” Zara turned pale, swallowing thickly. “What if I fail?”
“Didn’t you go to Oxford?” I asked her, remembering a tidbit of information she’d given me the previous day.
“Yes,” she nodded, twisting her arms in her lap yet again. “I just hope it’s not an oral exam. I am so bad when it comes to answering questions in person. If it’s a written exam, I know I’ll do well.”
I was hoping for the opposite. While I knew my knowledge was adequate, if only above average, I sometimes struggled with grammar, and I hated the thought of my weaknesses being exposed during the exam.
The two of us were joined by another girl, the one whose name I recalled to be Safiya. She was strikingly beautiful, but she also had an air about her that suggested she didn’t take any nonsense, and I knew right away she was my kind of woman.
“Hey, girls,” she said, a shy smile lighting up her pretty face. “Mind if I join you?”
“Not at all,” I replied, though Zara seemed a bit more hesitant about having another girl at the table. “I didn’t see you earlier, Safiya.”
“I overslept,” she grimaced. “Barely made it out in time for the announcement. Is all the food gone?”
She glanced hopefully at the self-service breakfast, but the maids were already tidying it up.
“You can have my last croissant,” I offered, pushing my plate toward her. She gave me a grateful glance, and I only noticed then Zara still hadn’t said a word to her. I wondered whether there was animosity between the two of them, but I didn’t want to question my friend out loud.
The half hour passed in a flash, and as Safiya ate the flaky apricot-jam filled croissant, even Zara joined in the conversation. I found out a little more about both girls, like the fact that Safiya was interested in all kinds of art, and Zara hated how oppressive her parents were. But I deliberately kept information about myself sparse. After all, the two women were my competition… even though we were starting to build a friendship, I couldn’t let them see my weaknesses. They co
uld so easily be turned against me.
Before we knew it, Melanie appeared in the common room again, ushering the twelve of us toward the east wing. We walked down beautiful arched hallways made of marble, and once again, I found myself marveling at the stunning architecture of the castle. And if I, a layman, was impressed by its beauty, Safiya must have loved it, knowing way more about architecture than I ever would.
We stopped in a large room with several sofas, couches and poofs. The girls settled on them, with Safiya, Zara and myself going for a velvet crimson loveseat and an accompanying armchair. I could feel my own nerves getting the better of me, but I did my best to quieten them and listen to what Melanie had to say.
She pointed to a door in the hallway, a little way off from where were sitting.
“You’ll be going in one by one,” she explained. “After you’re done, you’re free to go back to your rooms. Come on, Kendy, you’re going first.”
The African beauty got up and followed Melanie into the room. We all tried to glance inside, but apart from noticing the room was white and bright, I didn’t see much more.
“I’m so nervous,” Zara groaned, and I patted her hand in an effort to calm her down.
“Why?” Safiya asked, grinning at her. “I’m sure it’s nothing. You know how to answer questions, you’ll be just fine.”
“I guess,” Zara muttered, but her face was pale and she offered me a grateful look as I squeezed her hand. “I’m just panicking about what will happen if I don’t do well. Indian customs are so different to yours… if this is an etiquette challenge, I’m worried I don’t know enough.”
“Safiya, you’re not from Luxuria, are you?” I asked softly, and my new acquaintance shook her head.
“I’m Egyptian,” she replied, not offering much more information, but instead admiring the rosettes above the crystal chandelier hanging above us. “This place is exquisite. I wish they’d let us bring cameras. I would’ve made some astonishing shots, especially with this light pouring in through the windows.”