by Diana Ames
As he tried to sit up, bile rising to his throat, he was reminded why he’d made it a rule to never overindulge. Swallowing back his need to vomit along with his disgust, he made his way to the bathing chamber. He hoped a shower would help him feel more human.
After the shower, which had helped a little, he dressed for the day, ignoring his still pounding head. Damian glanced at the clock beside his bed. It was almost noon. He dressed faster and then reached for the phone to order food for Sandra. He couldn’t believe that he’d made her miss a meal again. He would find a way to make it up to her. Perhaps, he would take her to explore the castle.
It was too early in training to take her out of the room, but Damian conceded that nothing with her had gone according to schedule since the beginning. He’d practically molested her during the interview examination. Then, she’d been left hungry and cold for more than a day. And, if all that hadn’t been enough, the dungeon had been left unlocked, and she’d been frightened by what she saw.
Damian was glad he’d managed to refrain from telling her that he affectionately called that room the dungeon after his sex club. She already thought it was a torture room, so he could just imagine what her reaction would be if he called it the dungeon.
Dressed and feeling livelier, although still nursing a ferocious headache, Damian made his way to the training room. A tray of food had been left at the door as he’d instructed. The smells that should have been delicious caused his stomach to riot, and he cursed himself once again for thinking that a bottle of whiskey was a good bed partner.
While trying to hold his breath, he gathered the tray and opened the door. When Sandra didn’t immediately pounce on him for missing another meal, his eyes scanned the room for her. He found her and almost dropped the tray. He quickly moved to put it on the table, and then he turned to gaze at her beautiful form.
She was sleeping on the floor in front of the fireplace. The dying embers were still glowing, illuminating her mesmerizing red hair. She was on her stomach with her face turned toward the fire, so Damian couldn’t see her features. However, when his eyes traveled down her body, her round ass caught his attention. The palm of his hand tingled with the urge to spank her soft mounds and then part them with his fingers while he lapped at her sweet nectar before he filled her with his cock.
Damian’s loud groan caused Mellissandra to stir. He watched her stretch her back and hips before moving her head from her arms. His mouth went dry as she rose into a push-up position, her breasts swaying enticingly, only partially covered by her long hair swinging over her shoulders.
Damian felt his cock tight against his zipper. He knew that if he didn’t get some clothes on her and get her out of this room, he would lay her down in front of that fireplace and make love to her until they couldn’t walk. He also knew that the ramifications of that action would be very, very bad.
Turning his gaze away from her, he went to the locked closet. Opening it, he reached in and grabbed the first thing that looked about her size, a knee-length, deep purple dress with a cinched waistband. He grabbed a white sweater to cover her shoulders. They wouldn’t leave the castle, but it was still winter, and the hallways only had minimal heat. He strode back out of the closet and locked it behind him.
She was still on the floor, and it appeared she was struggling to shake off sleep. Almost angrily, he tossed the clothes in her direction.
“Get dressed,” he barked. “Eat some food, and then we’re going for a walk.”
***
“You should have waited outside his room until he appeared,” the captain told the young guard. “This is a situation only Damian can deal with.”
“My apologies, sir,” the young guard said. “I waited for more than two hours. I figured he was sleeping and did not hear my knocking.”
“Be that as it may,” the captain said, “I have a man sleeping in a holding cell because he believes that a woman belonging to him is in this castle. He has refused to leave without her.”
“Damian called for food to be dropped off at the training room, sir. Should I go see if he is there?” the young guard asked.
“Not unless you want to spend some time in a holding cell yourself,” the captain told him with a sigh. “We are not to disturb Damian when he is training unless it’s an absolute emergency. I don’t think he would see this as an emergency.”
“What are we going to do with the man, sir?”
“I don’t know,” the captain said softly. “I just don’t know.”
***
Prince Anton was in his office when she found him. He hadn’t stopped by to see her since he’d fucked her. She knew he was confused, but she wasn’t willing to let him back away from her.
“Anton,” Gilly said, poking her head in the door, “may I come in?”
His head shot up from the documents he was reading. He rose to his feet as she entered the room without permission. He knew he couldn’t avoid seeing her forever, but he’d hoped he could put it off for more than a day. He should have known better. Gilly wasn’t one to sit on her hands.
“Gilly,” he said.
He took her hands and led her to the sofa against the wall of windows overlooking the courtyard. Feeling uneasy, he was unsure of what to say. He wasn’t accustomed to this post-coital moment.
“Anton,” she said, “this doesn’t need to be awkward.”
“Did I hurt you, Gilly?” he asked, his voice low.
“No, Anton. I enjoyed it. It was everything I could have imagined and more,” she said, her voice taking on a husky tone. She was aroused by the memories of him filling her as he’d hammered in and out of her untouched womanhood. She wanted him again, and she was willing to do whatever it took to get him.
“Gilly, I’m glad I brought you pleasure,” he whispered, his body inching closer to her of its own volition. “Usually, I bring women pain.” He jerked back as reality slapped him hard in the face. “Usually, my pleasure depends upon the pain I inflict,” he said bitterly, rising to his feet.
Gilly stood as well. She wasn’t going to let him run from her. She knew he’d enjoyed taking her as much as she’d enjoyed being taken. Even though she had been willing to let him hurt her if that was what he needed, she knew instinctively that he’d had no desire to cause her pain. If she had to, she would strip naked in front of him and beg him to spank her ass raw, to fuck her until she didn’t have energy left to even speak.
He was facing away from her, staring out the windows, stress evident in his shoulders. Gilly walked up close to him, pushing her body against his, as she wrapped her arms around his waist. Anton jumped at the uninvited touch and pulled away from her.
“Don’t touch me, Gilly,” he growled. “I thought I’d made that clear.” He leaned down until he was face-to-face with her. “I will bind you if you touch me.” All awkwardness gone, he grabbed her by the hair and fused his lips to hers. His tongue plundered her mouth.
Gilly cheered inwardly as he kissed her. He hadn’t kissed her before, and in fact, it was her very first kiss. He was wild and unrestrained as he violated her mouth, and she basked in his possession even as she wished for his possession of her entire body. She struggled against pressing her body to his, wanting to again wrap her arms around him. It took all her control to restrain herself. She accepted only what he was willing to give her.
Breathing hard, Anton pulled her away by her hair. He stared into her eyes and found desire there, desire that must mirror his own at this moment. His head didn’t want Gilly, but his body certainly did. Not sure if it was his beast or just plain lust, Anton decided not to fight it.
“If you don’t want me to fuck you here and now, I suggest you get out of my office,” he told Gilly, breathing hard. “Because in five seconds, I’m going to rip off your pants and bend you over my desk.”
Her hair was still wound around his fist with his face centimeters from hers. The look in his eyes showed barely restrained violence and desire. Gilly didn’t even have to think. S
he wanted him. She had wanted him since she was fifteen years old. She would do anything to have his body inside hers. Her breathing was labored from both the passionate kiss and his words. She could feel moisture soaking through her panties into her slacks. There was no question about it. She was not leaving this room before he put his cock inside her. She pulled back from him just enough to undo the button and zipper at her waist, and then she slid her pants down her legs.
His jaw fell as he watched her mechanically step out of her slacks. As she reached for the waistband of her panties, he admired the white lace that completely covered her pussy. They were functional but also feminine.
“Wait,” he demanded breathlessly. “Turn around.” He inhaled sharply when she did as he’d ordered. Her panties weren’t as functional as he’d first assumed. The backside was just a string that ran up the crack of her ass, leaving her cheeks bare to his gaze. His palm twitched with the desire to smack, wanting to raise hand-shaped red welts on the white skin.
With one arm, he swept his desk free of the documents littering its surface. The other arm grabbed her by the hair and shoved her face down onto the polished wood.
“One last chance,” he told her as he brought a palm down to one bare ass cheek. “One last chance to stop me before we begin this.” His head told him it was already too late. He wanted her too badly to let her walk away now. His heart told him she would never walk away from him. He’d always known, he supposed, that she was in love with him. It should have given him cause to pause, cause to run, but it didn’t. Even though he didn’t love her, didn’t think he was even capable of love, he couldn’t help but enjoy her adoration of him. Perhaps it was because her adoration wasn’t for his position, his title, or his wealth, but because it was aimed directly at him, the man.
“I’ll never stop you,” she whispered.
His hand came down on her other bare cheek. Her breath caught as she heard leather leaving belt loops and the thunk of a belt buckle hitting the floor. Her heart beat faster, a moment of trepidation coursing through her, as she wondered if he was going to use that belt on her. She knew he’d used belts, floggers, and whips on women before. After all, isn’t that why the blonde was brought to medical? Gilly calmed herself though. She was sure that Anton would not hurt her as he had other women. Even if he did lose control and beat her badly, she loved him, and she was willing to let him use her body in any way he needed.
“I hope these weren’t your favorite panties,” his hot breath whispered in her ear just as the string going up her ass snapped. Anton slipped his fingers between the folds of her pussy and grinned when he felt she was instantly soaked. He rubbed and stroked before slipping two fingers inside her hot hole. “I think you’re a naughty girl, Gilly,” he said huskily. “Your pussy is craving, and you’ve denied her.” He chuckled under his breath. “I think you need to be punished again, Gilly.”
He pulled his hand out from between her legs and proceeded to spank her ass. One, two, three hard smacks had her gasping. He could smell her arousal now. Her juices were flowing so strong that she was dripping. He resisted the urge to get on his knees and lap it up. He reminded himself that he was in charge, and he went on his knees for no one.
His desire made him angry, and he picked up the belt he’d dropped a few minutes ago. He doubled it over and cracked it once. When Gilly started to stand at the sound, he pushed her back down. With one hand on the center of her back, he held her in place as he brought the belt down on her already red ass. Her swift inhalation was like cold water on his face as he realized he was hurting Gilly.
“Put your pants on and get out, Gilly,” he said harshly, pulling her into a standing position.
When she turned to him, fire was in her eyes while tears streamed down her cheeks. Desire and rage were battling in her belly, and before she could stop herself, she slapped his face as hard as she could. The loud crack and stinging in her palm horrified her, and her eyes went wide.
“I’m sorry,” she rushed to say, falling to her knees in front of him. Planting her face in her palms, she kept repeating that she was sorry.
“Gilly, stop,” he commanded. “I deserved it. I hurt you.” He didn’t like seeing her on her knees. It was wrong somehow. “Please stand up,” he begged her.
“I just…I just…I ache, Anton,” she bit out. “My pussy aches, and you were going to make me leave before easing it.” She was sobbing now. Shame, desire, and frustration were evident in her words and voice.
Desire filled him again. “Gilly,” Anton said huskily. He didn’t think anyone had ever wanted him the way she did right now.
“What can I do, Anton? I will do anything to have you fuck me right now.” Gilly looked up at him. She could see he was torn as if he wanted to be with her but was fighting his urges.
Gilly sat up and reached for his zipper. Anton was frozen in place by her pleas. He didn’t realize what she was about to do until he felt her tongue touch the head of his cock. She lapped at his pre-cum like it was water and she was a woman dying of thirst. He made a move to push her away, but she was more determined to have his cock in her mouth than he was to stop her.
Giving in, he fisted her hair and shoved his cock down her throat, only pausing when she gagged. She quickly suppressed the urge by swallowing, and he groaned. Her hesitancy led him to believe she’d never done this before either, but her sweet innocent mouth had his erection throbbing. It could have been five seconds, five minutes, or five hours for all Anton knew, but one moment, she was on her knees sucking him, and the next, he had her bent over the desk once again.
He shoved his swollen cock into her and swore when he felt how tight she was. Grabbing her hips, he began the rhythmic thrusting he knew would bring them both to orgasm. Only moments had passed before he felt the walls of her pussy clamp down on his cock. He thrust harder, trying to extend her climax. She screamed as she went over the edge. He swore again and gritted his teeth against coming.
Reaching between their bodies, he began fingering her puckered hole. Gently inserting his forefinger up to the first knuckle, he began fucking her with it in rhythm with his cock in her pussy. He knew his orgasm was fast approaching, and he wanted her to scream again before he came. His body tense with his cock in her pussy and his finger in her ass, he reached with his free hand and grabbed her by the hair. Dragging her upright, he bent over slightly, so his chest was pressed firmly to her back. As he came, he bit down on her shoulder to muffle his own screams of pleasure.
Anton felt like his orgasm had gone on for hours. When he’d finally pulled out of Gilly, he managed to make it to the sofa before he collapsed from the exhaustion. She managed to climb up slightly on the desk, so her feet and legs were not holding her up. He wondered if she felt as he did, unsure if she could stand on her own. Glancing over at Gilly, his last thought before he fell asleep was that they would have to have a serious discussion very soon.
Gilly lay on the desk, weak and satisfied. Anton had fucked her to completion twice. She’d been devastated when he’d tried to throw her out of his office. Doesn’t he realize I’d do anything for him? Yes, it had been frightening when she’d heard the crack of the belt, and it had hurt when he’d hit her with it. But doesn’t he understand that if he needs that, I’m willing to provide it? It had hurt a lot more when he’d told her to get dressed and leave.
Gilly knew now that she was right to make plans, because on his own, Anton would never admit to love. She knew he loved her. He had to love her. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have hesitated to beat her like he did. He didn’t love the blonde and that had landed her in medical with no skin left on her back. But one crack of the belt on her bottom had just about broken him. He’d proven his love for her with that one action.
Gilly rose from the desk and looked toward the sleeping Anton. The fact that he hadn’t jumped up to wash but had fallen asleep also confirmed his love in her mind. He felt clean and safe with her. She wanted to dance around the room in glee, but she didn’t because
it was more important for Anton to rest. She knew he didn’t sleep well most nights, and she was glad to see that she’d worn him out enough for him to fall asleep quickly.
Dressing quickly, she slipped on her slacks, skipping the panties since Anton had ruined them. As she held the panties in her hands, she decided to leave them for Anton instead. Perhaps if he had a physical reminder, he would seek her out next time. She looped the panties over a knob on the desk drawer before she let herself out of the room quietly. She headed down the corridor to her office. It was time to set the next phase of her plan into motion.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mellissandra grabbed the clothes flying toward her. Still befuddled from sleep, she struggled to make sense of what Teacher had just told her. It took a moment, but when it dawned on her that he’d said he was taking her out of this room, she couldn’t get dressed fast enough. She was bored, and here was an opportunity to alleviate some of that boredom.
“I’m ready,” she said, standing in front of Damian.
Looking her over from head to toe, he shook his head in disdain at her.
“Don’t you have any common sense?” he asked derisively. “It’s the dead of winter, and your experience yesterday should tell you how cold it can get in an unheated room. Do you want to get pneumonia?” He pointed to a pair of hard-sole slippers, designed for comfort as well as fashion. “Put those on, and we’re not leaving this room until you’ve eaten and we’ve gone over the rules.”
Mellissandra’s back stiffened at his insults. Yes, she’d forgotten about shoes. To be fair, when she’d come here, she walked barefoot from the interviews to this room. As far as eating, getting out of this room for a while took priority over that. Food would be here when she returned. And rules? What rules do I need to know to leave the room? She knew she would be expected to keep her eyes down and do everything she would be told. She wasn’t stupid, and she felt belittled that he’d insinuated as such. Mellissandra bit the inside of her cheek to keep from mouthing off to the arrogant man standing before her.