by Vivian Wood
“N-No,” I managed. “Don’t tell me anything.”
“What then?” he asked. “Want me to take you back to your room? Tuck you in like a precious little china doll and save the filthy, nasty things I want to do to you until I put a ring on your finger and a crown on your head?”
“No,” I replied, looking him in the eyes. “Fuck me like you wouldn’t fuck your wife. Fuck me like you’d fuck a girl you paid good money for.”
His eyes sparkled with delight and he gave me a barely perceptible nod.
Then in a flash, I was pulled up by my hair again. He dragged me after him, out of the treasury, still with the crown on my head, and into the throne room. I froze, digging my heels into the plush crimson carpet when we entered.
“I shouldn’t be in here,” I hissed at him.
“Don’t argue,” he barked back.
My body went slack. I responded to his orders like it was the most natural thing in the world. I followed him inside, watching him sit on the raised throne and motion for me to drop to my knees.
“Mouth first,” he growled, taking my chin in his hands. “I’m going to wash out the taste of my brother with my cock, you got that, chérie?”
I nodded, and he unzipped his dress pants, pulling out that huge cock. Precum dripped off his tip and I crawled up on the stairs leading to his throne and let him smear it all over my lips.
“Open wide,” he ordered, and I did as he asked. “Now fucking work. Show me those skills I fucking paid for, your little slut.”
My body was ready to please him, and I bobbed my head on his cock, sucking him down so deep I felt his tip throbbing in my throat. I felt my own spit dribbling out of my mouth, landing on my tits. I sucked him hard, hollowing out my cheeks and doing anything for those growls of approval he let out occasionally. I was eager for him to fill my mouth, kissing and licking and nuzzling his cock until precum was filling my mouth.
“Fill me up,” I begged him, licking a line down his tip to his balls and making him shiver. “I want to taste you.”
“No,” he replied, his voice hoarse as he pulled me back by my hair, holding his dick at the base. Long strands of my own spit stretched between his cockhead and my lips. “Look at it, chérie. I want you to worship this cock. I want you to climb on top of me and ride it. Will you be a good slut for me?”
“Yes,” I breathed, choking on my dribble.
His hands found the bare globes of my ass and he lifted me on top of him. His cockhead poked at my entrance and I felt my snatch leak over him, prompting him to laugh out loud at me.
“Desperate,” he muttered. “Such a desperate little girl.”
The nickname his brother had used for me made me blush and filled me with determination. I forced myself on his cock, sliding down until he was firmly inside me. He groaned at the feeling of my tight channel squeezing him for all his worth and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“You think you rule me?” I asked him in a throaty whisper. “You are my Prince… and I will do as you say. But right now, you’re at my mercy.”
He laughed again, saying, “It’s adorable that you think that, baby.”
“I know it,” I purred, reaching down to fondle his balls before I bounced on his cock, just once. “I know your taste. Young, pretty, curvy. I know you can’t resist me.”
“You sure about that?” he mocked me, and I bounced again. And again. And again. He groaned out loud, his hands going behind his head. “Let me watch you fuck yourself on my dick, Amber. Look into my eyes, I want to see you coming.”
I placed my hands behind my back, crossing them, and let my hips do the work. My eyes were locked with his, burning with desire as he smirked at me.
“You don’t want a love story,” he told me with a knowing grin. “You just want to be owned, don’t you, chérie? You want that pretty pussy to have an owner? You want a collar and a leash? You want a real man, baby?”
“Yes,” I breathed, rocking myself up and down. His cock was thick, throbbing inside me. I wanted to feel it ooze every bit of its cum inside me. I wanted to milk it and clean it all up later.
“A real man who will treat you like a slut.”
“Yes,” I said again. “More.”
“I’m going to shower you in jewels,” he muttered. “And my cum. I want to see you covered. You’ll wear nothing but a collar. And you’ll always have a swollen belly, because I’m going to put a baby in it every chance I get.”
I reached forward, bracing against him as I pumped my pussy over his cock. He groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair and regulating my rhythm.
“What else?” I purred, feeling my orgasm build. I was going to cover his lap in my own juice if I wasn’t careful. “What else are you going to do to me?”
“Parade you around town,” he hissed when my pussy swallowed him up inch by inch. “In nothing but your collar and heels. Make everyone watch.”
“And then?”
“And then let them use you.”
I stopped, but he wouldn’t let me. As if anticipating my reaction, his hands found my ass and he slammed me down his thickness again and again. I felt myself spurting, cream covering his cock and my cheeks flushing as I let out animalistic cries.
“That’s right, little girl,” he said. “I know that’s what my brother calls you, chérie.”
“Stop,” I begged. “Don’t call me that.”
“But you love it,” he feigned innocence. “Look at that pussy, baby. Look at you creaming my cock like you were made for it. You’re going to squirt, aren’t you?”
“N-No,” I lied.
“No?” he repeated, mocking me. “Not even if I do this?”
His finger brushed my clit and my body bucked.
“Don’t,” I begged.
“I think I will,” he replied, stroking my while I rocked on his cock.
I let out a helpless cry. His fingers were rough, insistent. He massaged my most sensitive spot while I rode myself into an earth-shattering orgasm.
“Stop,” I begged him one last time. “I’m going to-”
“Do it,” he growled, and I couldn’t help myself anymore.
I mewled when my pussy started gushing. I covered him. I raised a shaky hand to my eyes, the other trembling above my pussy as showered us both in my own arousal. He laughed at me then, throwing his head back and forcing me to stay down, his cock buried inside me to the hilt.
“That’s right,” he growled. “You’re such a good squirter. Now slather my cock, chérie. I want it fucking creamy with your cunt. Do it. Do it, baby.”
“Yes!” I cried out, knowing I couldn’t stop it anymore. “God, yes. Please!”
“Good girl,” he growled. “That’s right, my little slut. Look at you, holy shit...”
I thought I’d pass out from it. The force of my orgasm threatened to make me lose consciousness, but he held me up by my hips and forced every drop of his own cum into my body.
“Gonna knock you up one of these days,” he groaned in my ear. “Take that seed, baby. Feel how deep I am? I’m in your womb, you perfect little slut.”
“Pull out,” I begged helplessly, making him laugh in my face.
“Pull out?” he repeated, shifting me in his lap and starting to pull me off him. I mewled in protest, but he didn’t stop. He spurted inside me moments before his cock slipped out, and I cried at the loss.
Cum leaked out of me, all over his lap. In my desperation, I reached for it, gathering his seed on my fingers and pushing it back inside me. Olivier groaned at the sight.
He positioned me between his feet, shivering, naked and terrified. Like on autopilot, my mouth found his cock and I sucked him clean. I tasted my own pussy mixing with his seed, and it made me feel filthier than I ever had.
He almost wanted to knock me up.
The thought was forbidden. Wrong. Exciting.
He toyed with my hair while I cleaned him, the Queen’s crown still on my head.
“You’re going to go back
to your room,” he said. “You won’t tell a soul about this. Once you’re in your room, lie on your back, with your legs against the headboard.”
My heart was pounding. “Why?”
He took my chin in his hands, his lips a few inches away from mine.
“Because I want that cum leaking into you,” he told me. “Because I want to make sure the next time I see you, you’re fucking knocked up from having my cock fill you with baby batter, chérie.”
Chapter Fifteen
Olivier
On Saturday morning, I woke up with a big grin on my face and a cock that still hardened at the thought of Amber riding me into orgasm after orgasm.
I got up with a smile. It was the day of the new royal challenge, and even though I had a feeling the women wouldn’t like this one, I was excited.
After breakfast, which I had alone, I joined my mother outside the girls’ quarters. Things were a little awkward between us, and she kept glancing at me out of the corners of her eyes.
“I don’t want to talk about last night,” I told her plainly. “You can save your judgment for another day, mother.”
“I wasn’t going to say anything,” she muttered, shooting me an apologetic look. “Olivier, let’s just get this day over with. Maybe you’ll learn something new about the women, too.”
She didn’t need to say her name. I knew her statement was about Amber. She was almost giddy at the prospect of my girl coming crashing down.
“Ready?” I asked, and she gave a small nod before we walked into the room.
The women quieted down when we entered, their eyes going to mine and curtsying politely for me. I bowed my head at them and took a seat at the front of the group along with my mother. My eyes sought out Amber among the others, and our eyes connected in a heated gaze. There was so much I wanted to say, do to her. But I settled for a smirk and a wink, that I was sure didn’t go unnoticed by my mother.
“It’s time for a new royal challenge,” my mother said, beaming wide. “Today, we’ll be doing something a little different… we want to know everything about you. Even the things you’re too ashamed to tell us. As a royal, you will soon learn to deal with skeletons in your closet. We thought today was the best moment to start.”
The girls’ doubtful eyes followed me as I added, “We’d like you to dig, and dig deep. Find the most scandalous hidden secrets of the other girls in the competition, and reveal them for the rest of us. You will be judged accordingly to your performance today.”
“So you want us to expose one another?” Safiya asked, her eyebrows shooting up. My mother glared at her, probably displeased with the way she’d spoken to me. “I don’t like to gossip. Are you sure this is a good idea?”
“Are you questioning us?” the Queen asked icily, and Safiya’s eyes widened at her threatening tone. “I can assure you, we know what we’re doing. Now, are you ready to move on with the task or should we send you home already, Mademoiselle Tammam?”
Safiya blushed, the redness spreading over her cheeks and décolletage. She didn’t say another word, pursing her lips and exchanging glances with Zara. My eyes found Amber amidst the other girls again. I tried to reassure her that things would be okay, but she seemed terrified.
Why is she so afraid? I thought absent-mindedly. I already know all there is to know about her.
I wasn’t irresponsible. I’d done my research of sweet little Amber Jonathan, becoming familiar with her story, her strengths and her weaknesses. Whatever she had to hide, there was a good chance I knew about it already.
“You will have three hours,” the Queen went on. “For this challenge only, we’ll allow you to use the internet. You can dig to find any secret or speak to the other girls, whatever you deem will help you most.”
“At the end of your time,” I went on. “You will present your findings in front of us and the other women. Now, good luck. Make sure to dig deep.”
“What if we don’t want to play?”
I looked at her, standing up in front of me. Her eyes were blazing with fire, her bottom lip quivering. Her fiery red hair was like a halo around her head, and there was a hint of blue under her eyes, telling everyone that she hadn’t slept much. But only I knew why that was… only I knew she’d spent her night on top of me.
“Don’t want to play?” my mother repeated with raised eyebrows, and then let out a low chuckle. “Why wouldn’t you want to play?”
“I don’t feel comfortable betraying my friends,” Amber responded, and a low murmur of whispers went through the room.
“Quiet!” my mother snapped, pursing her lips. She took a step toward Amber, her eyes burning with unspoken hatred. “You will play, of course. You must reveal a secret about one of the girls, or you risk being eliminated yourself. We are not going to play favorites. If you don’t participate in the challenges, you’re out of the running.”
Amber’s eyes found mine, asking for reassurance, but I remained silent. I didn’t want to take her side. For once, I agreed with my mother, mostly because I was a sick fuck and wanted to see whom my girl would expose.
“You have two hours and fifty-three minutes,” the Queen added coolly. “You can thank your little friend here for the wasted time.”
The girls’ chatter got louder and louder, and they shot looks at Amber that made her shrink back in her chair. But I wasn’t going to defend her. For once, I was going to watch how things played out without my intervention.
My mother and I walked out of the room, leaving the girls in a frenzy. Each one of them was given a tablet to do some research on, and I wondered what the day would reveal. For now though, I was stuck with the Queen – and she looked like she had something to stay.
“We’ll see how that girl handles herself now,” she said, seeming pleased with herself. “We can’t let her get away with everything, son. I know she’s your favorite, but that doesn’t mean she gets to skip out on challenges.”
“Agreed,” I muttered, and she shot me a surprised look. It wasn’t often we agreed these times, and she seemed pleased by the fact that I wasn’t arguing with her. For once, I kept myself in check.
There was a lot of animosity between myself and my mother, born in the year my father died. Instead of flocking together in our time of hurt, we drifted further and further apart, creating a chasm between us that deepened with every nasty remark I threw at her. But I couldn’t help it.
There was anger bubbling in the pit of my stomach, bitterness making me spew my venom at her. She really wasn’t a bad person, but I brought out the worst in her, and then punished her for it. It was all part of the game we played every day.
“Are you waiting with me?” she asked, the hint of hope in her voice unmistakable. “Or do you have somewhere to be?”
“I suppose I could stay,” I muttered. “Since I don’t have anything better to do.”
She flinched at my words as if I’d struck her.
“Let’s go in the sun room,” she suggested. I didn’t respond, just followed her into the glassed-in room with a scowl on my face. The only thing missing from the family fucking reunion was brother dearest.
We settled in wicker chairs opposite of one another, and I watched the woods outside the window with my lips tightly pressed together.
“Olivier,” my mother spoke up gently. I refused to meet her eyes, and she sighed. “I just don’t understand what I’ve done to make you hate me this much, my son.”
“I don’t hate you,” I muttered, already switching to autopilot.
“But something’s happened,” she insisted. “Ever since your father died, you’ve been so cold… distant. I just don’t understand what’s the matter.”
“Nothing,” I replied firmly. “It’s nothing.”
“It has to be something,” she said, her voice soft and surprisingly sad.
But I couldn’t let myself get upset about it. She meant nothing to me anymore. Not now that I knew the whole truth.
“Can we change the topic?” I asked
.
“I’d really prefer we wouldn’t,” she insisted. “These days, I feel more connected to your brother than you, Olivier. And he’s not even my son, but you’re just… so…”
“So what?” I argued, getting up from my chair and pacing the room in frustration. “Unfortunately, you just don’t understand a thing. And I’m not in a place to explain it to you.”
“What do you mean?” Her eyebrows knitted together in worry. “Is there something I don’t know?”
“Figure it out yourself,” I threw back. “Or maybe Bruno can help you, since the two of you are working this closely on my competition.”
I strolled away and she stared after me with hurt eyes.
“Olivier, please,” she called out after me. “Let’s just talk things through?”
“No,” I replied, my voice echoing in the room. “I’ve done enough talking. Now stop sabotaging my fucking selection and do whatever the hell you do to fill your days. Just stay. The fuck. Out of my way.”
I gave her one last menacing look before strolling out of the room.
“Who’s going first?” my mother asked with a beaming smile, scanning the room. “Come on, who found the best skeleton in the closet?”
“I’ll go.”
I looked at Amber’s mirror image – the gorgeous Dutch girl, Eva, stood up, her hands shaking lightly as she held a piece of paper in her hands.
“Step right up,” my mother replied with a cool smile.
We took our seats at the front of the room, with the other girls behind us. I’d spent the few free hours I’d had in the stables with the horses. Sometimes, it almost felt like I belong there more so than I did on the throne.
How fucking ironic.
Eva took a deep breath, glanced at the sheet of paper in her hands, and started speaking softly.
“I picked Violetta,” she said, glancing at the other girl who stared at her with a heated expression. Her eyes said she was sorry for whatever she was about to reveal, and her body language showed just how scared she was. “I found out Violetta’s family has a history of bullfighting.”