Possessing Allura by Reese Gabriel

remember? Without me you’d be dead or whoring in some brothel, servicing ten cocks an hour, not a copper coin to show for it.’
    â€˜I-I am grateful, mistress, I swear.’ The girl’s mouth sought the princess’ other shoe, to lick and kiss.
    â€˜Do not ever cross me again, Veeta, or I will exercise my prime right of ownership. Do you know what that means?’
    â€˜You may torture, maim or kill me as you wish.’
    Allura removed her foot from the girl’s neck and nudged her side. ‘On your back, slave, and lift your hips.’
    Veeta assumed the vulnerable position, but after just a few minutes like this, her bottom raised from the floor, she would be begging to rest back down. But Allura would not have to listen to her because Veeta was a slave and she was free. That was the natural order of things. Some were born to stand tall, others to grovel. She was of royal birth and therefore tallest of all.
    â€˜You live to be fucked, don’t you?’ Allura mocked cruelly. ‘You have no other function. But remember that every cock that forces itself between your legs or between your lips is an extension of me. You will banish from your mind the thought of any man – the baron especially. When he is fucking you, you will think only of me and my dildo.’
    â€˜Yes, mistress.’
    â€˜It is possible to do this,’ said Allura to her slave. ‘To forget a man like Montreico.’
    True enough words, thought Allura, but to whom was she addressing them – the slave girl or herself?
    â€˜Soon I will be married, Veeta. Can you imagine that? Since we were little girls we awaited that moment when we would have husbands.’
    â€˜Yes, mistress.’
    Allura commanded her to squeeze her own nipples, multiplying her anguish. ‘But you will never have a husband, Veeta. Only masters. Men who need please you not at all.’
    â€˜Yes, mistress.’
    Allura felt the excitement between her thighs. She had a special treat for her slave tonight, although the first few times Veeta had been required to employ her tongue as a cock she had cried afterwards for hours, making prayers of supplication to the gods in forgiveness for such an immoral act.
    â€˜Please me.’ Allura lowered herself to the slave’s face, lifting her skirts to her waist. She would not remove them in the presence of the slave lest the girl see how she’d been abused at the baron’s hands. ‘And I want to orgasm,’ she warned, ‘or the beatings you will receive later will only be even worse.’
    The slave licked well, and Allura smiled with satisfaction. ‘When I am married to the baron things will change,’ she said. ‘He will no longer behave so arrogantly, and he will do as I say. For I am to be queen one day, and his life will be in my hands.’
    Allura closed her eyes dreamily, and kneaded her breasts through her gown. Could it be right what the baron had said, that she behaved as a brat because she was trying to lure a strong man to come and put her in her place?
    â€˜Oh yes, that’s it,’ she sighed. ‘There’s a good little slave.’ Allura ran her hands through the girl’s hair, reveling in her power. ‘Keep up the good work and we’ll find you a little treat to eat from your bowl. How would that be?’
    â€˜Insolent bitch,’ thundered a voice, and she felt a hand in her hair, yanking it by the roots. She opened her eyes, crying out with shock and pain, and the next few moments were a blur as the baron dragged her across the room to a heavy wooden chair.
    â€˜You are fortunate we have not yet sealed our bond, Allura, or this incident would mark your swift and final fall from grace.’
    She was pushed over the back of the chair, her head to the cushion, her bottom displayed to full advantage. ‘Montreico, let go of me!’ she shrieked.
    â€˜Come here, Veeta,’ he addressed the slave