finger and looked down on the girl. “Take her to my room, stay there with her.”
I was trembling with tears when we reached the hallway. The girl and I clung to each other. I cried harder when I heard him say. “I will go, alone.”
I couldn’t believe he was to marry. I couldn’t believe he wanted it. My prince was mine and I was his. It seemed no matter how hard we tried , we would never be together .
When we got to the room, we sat on the bed next to each other. She looked scared. “Will he hurt you?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know. He isn’t usually mean. Quite the opposite actually.”
She sighed. “Oh, thank God. I was scared.” She just finished the sentence when the door opened. The king walked in. He looked angry but it made my stomach twinge in excitement. Finally, I might get the release I needed. I needed it even more now that my prince was to marry. My heart was breaking and I desperately needed a release.
He walked to me, offering me a hand. I took it. He pulled me to the wall where the drapes were drawn. He used the ties to bind my wrists. Every move was slow and methodical. I was spread, like a cross.
He walked away from me to the girl. He offered her a hand. She took it, he led her to the other side of the bed and sat down.
“Lift your dress and remove your knickers.”
She did it. I was confused. My heart started to race. What was he doing?”
She trembled when she lifted her dress, revealing her slim legs. He sighed and gave me a look. “You still love him then?”
I swallowed hard. The king’s had been the face I saw when I closed my eyes. It had always been his face, even before we had met. I nodded once, feeling the fear cross my face. My heart might have whispered for my prince, but I was as the cardinal had said. I was as wicked as the king and I deserved my fate.
He looked back at the girl. “Lie across my knees.”
She did it, looking like she might beg any second for her life. He gripped her hard but looked at me. “You wish to be with him still?”
I didn’t answer him. He brought his hand back and struck the bare cheeks of the girl’s behind. She screamed in pain. “Do you see the difference in you and her?”
My jaw trembled. The cruelty in his eyes was mesmerizing. I wanted it. I bit my lip. He brought his hand back and down again. The girl writhed and screamed. Her white cheeks flushed with welts.
“DO YOU SEE THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOU AND HER?”
I nodded, wishing I were there instead of her. I wouldn’t be screaming and writhing for that reason. I struggled with the ropes on my wrists. “Please, Sire. Take me instead.”
He shook his head. “I want you to notice there is a distinct difference between you and her. My cousin couldn’t handle a woman like you. This would hurt him—he would be shocked and revolted. Is that what you want?” He lifted her tear-stained face. “Is this the face you would want to see on him?”
I shook my head.
He tossed her on the bed and pointed at the door “LEAVE!” She ran for her life, slamming the door.
He looked like a monster. I realized then and there, we matched. The mad king and I. He was crazed and violent and my body craved his cruelty. He was right.
He got up off of the bed and walked to me, dropping to his knees in front of me. “Don’t you see what this is? You are mine. You belong to me. I own you.”
He spread my cunny lips and buried his face. He sucked and licked, biting my nub gently. It might have been rough and violent, I wouldn’t have known. I loved it. I loved his touch. He thrust a finger inside of me and licked. The two movements matched perfectly. My whole body rang like a bell. He reached down and untied my feet, lifting my legs in the air. I gripped the ropes around my wrists and lifted myself to be high enough for his cock. He grabbed my arse and squeezed with all his might. I cried out, lifting my face. His lips landed on my throat, sucking at my tender skin. He buried his
I was trembling with tears when we reached the hallway. The girl and I clung to each other. I cried harder when I heard him say. “I will go, alone.”
I couldn’t believe he was to marry. I couldn’t believe he wanted it. My prince was mine and I was his. It seemed no matter how hard we tried , we would never be together .
When we got to the room, we sat on the bed next to each other. She looked scared. “Will he hurt you?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know. He isn’t usually mean. Quite the opposite actually.”
She sighed. “Oh, thank God. I was scared.” She just finished the sentence when the door opened. The king walked in. He looked angry but it made my stomach twinge in excitement. Finally, I might get the release I needed. I needed it even more now that my prince was to marry. My heart was breaking and I desperately needed a release.
He walked to me, offering me a hand. I took it. He pulled me to the wall where the drapes were drawn. He used the ties to bind my wrists. Every move was slow and methodical. I was spread, like a cross.
He walked away from me to the girl. He offered her a hand. She took it, he led her to the other side of the bed and sat down.
“Lift your dress and remove your knickers.”
She did it. I was confused. My heart started to race. What was he doing?”
She trembled when she lifted her dress, revealing her slim legs. He sighed and gave me a look. “You still love him then?”
I swallowed hard. The king’s had been the face I saw when I closed my eyes. It had always been his face, even before we had met. I nodded once, feeling the fear cross my face. My heart might have whispered for my prince, but I was as the cardinal had said. I was as wicked as the king and I deserved my fate.
He looked back at the girl. “Lie across my knees.”
She did it, looking like she might beg any second for her life. He gripped her hard but looked at me. “You wish to be with him still?”
I didn’t answer him. He brought his hand back and struck the bare cheeks of the girl’s behind. She screamed in pain. “Do you see the difference in you and her?”
My jaw trembled. The cruelty in his eyes was mesmerizing. I wanted it. I bit my lip. He brought his hand back and down again. The girl writhed and screamed. Her white cheeks flushed with welts.
“DO YOU SEE THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOU AND HER?”
I nodded, wishing I were there instead of her. I wouldn’t be screaming and writhing for that reason. I struggled with the ropes on my wrists. “Please, Sire. Take me instead.”
He shook his head. “I want you to notice there is a distinct difference between you and her. My cousin couldn’t handle a woman like you. This would hurt him—he would be shocked and revolted. Is that what you want?” He lifted her tear-stained face. “Is this the face you would want to see on him?”
I shook my head.
He tossed her on the bed and pointed at the door “LEAVE!” She ran for her life, slamming the door.
He looked like a monster. I realized then and there, we matched. The mad king and I. He was crazed and violent and my body craved his cruelty. He was right.
He got up off of the bed and walked to me, dropping to his knees in front of me. “Don’t you see what this is? You are mine. You belong to me. I own you.”
He spread my cunny lips and buried his face. He sucked and licked, biting my nub gently. It might have been rough and violent, I wouldn’t have known. I loved it. I loved his touch. He thrust a finger inside of me and licked. The two movements matched perfectly. My whole body rang like a bell. He reached down and untied my feet, lifting my legs in the air. I gripped the ropes around my wrists and lifted myself to be high enough for his cock. He grabbed my arse and squeezed with all his might. I cried out, lifting my face. His lips landed on my throat, sucking at my tender skin. He buried his
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