Chapter 5 Losing Control To Evelyn

Waistce's POV

When I entered the council hall, the gathering was filled with ladies of noble families.

Some were daughters of wealthy merchants and other king's officials. For that, they never got to experience slavery like other low-born women.

"That's Prince Marice. How can a boy be so handsome?" I heard a lady speak amidst a gathering of young stand by confidently

I stayed mute, maintaining a straight face, and I walked to my mother, Queen Margaret of Vortania.

"I heard he is one of the best warriors the kingdom has ever produced, too. Any lady who marries him will be so lucky," one of the ladies said.

One thing I've known for sure, every noblewoman in the kingdom has got their eyes on me.

They'll stop at nothing to strip me naked at any given chance. "Good day, mother," I greeted, and she spread her arms, signaling for a hug. I smiled joyfully.

I pulled her in for a hug and kissed her forehead lightly. "What's going on?" I asked, and she sighed. She held my hand tight and led me to the forefront of the gathering.

"Ladies, please pay attention," she said, and everywhere went mute. All chattering in the room died down. I met the gaze of the women in the court. Their smiles were contagious, directed at me.

I quickly turned my attention to the left, and then I saw her. Lady Evelyn, the woman I'm bound to marry. Her smile is directed at me.

I saw her gaze rally over my body, and finally, she settled on my waist. I traced her gaze, and it dawned on me.

I knew what she was thinking. "Oh shit! She's imagining how big my cock is!" I swallowed hard.

"Ladies, y'all must've heard. The king has made a decree. My son will be getting married to one of the ladies in this room. This woman must consider herself lucky to be favoured and graced by the king. It can only be one person, and the king has decided!" My mother announced.

Everybody was quiet. I could see their curiosity. They couldn't wait. They all wanted a taste of me.

"The king has decided. Lady Evelyn of House Darnell shall wed my son and become the future Queen of Vortania."

Immediately, there was a round of applause. All eyes turned to Evelyn. I could see their smiles. They were all happy for her, but I knew they envied her.

Evelyn stepped forward, her dazzling blue eyes fixated on me. Her blonde hair was like a waterfall of silk falling down her back. She was far more curvy than I am.

"My queen. You've done me a great honour. I promise that I will give you plenty of grandsons, and I shall take care of Prince Marice till death do us part," she spoke.

A round of applause followed. I swallowed nervously as she came forward towards me.

I turned to my mother and shook my head, and she understood. "Go, son. Get to know your future wife," she instructed, and I furrowed my brows.

My Mom knew my secret, yet she supported my marriage. What is she up to? I was confused, but I just had to trust her.

I turned to Evelyn. "My lady," I said, and she smiled. "My Prince."

She leaned in and we both kissed softly. At that moment, I felt her hand grab my cock, making me stutter.

I swallowed hard. "Shall we, my prince?" She suggested, and I turned to look at my mother. I just knew this wasn't going to end well for me.

Side by side, Lady Evelyn and I walked out of the hall. We arrived at my chamber in no time, and as we entered, two guards followed us behind.

"That'll be enough. Give us some privacy now," Lady Evelyn barked at my guards, but they ignored her.

I turned towards them.

"How dare you defy me? I'm going to be a queen shortly. You will do as I command!" She growled angrily, and I nodded, signaling the guards to go, and they obeyed.

They bowed and left, shutting the door behind them. Evelyn turned to me, and her gaze met mine. I felt a shiver run down my face

Something I couldn't explain. Why do I fear this Lady? She approached, and I glanced around, thinking of what to do to distract her, but to no avail.

Before I could make a move, she was already before me. Her right hand grabbed my cock, and I held her hand.

"I'm sorry, my lady. Don't you think it's too sudden? We should get to know each other," I said casually with a smile.

She leaned into my face.

"You're right, my prince. You should know me for who I am. I am the opposite of other women, you know. I like to take the lead at all times, and you will follow me as my sub!" She whispered into my face.

I paused.

"I don't understand. What do you mean?" I asked curiously. Her words were not clear. She gasped softly and stepped back. She walked to my side table and poured herself a wine.

Her confidence was alarming. I had never seen a woman stand so confidently before me.

When she returned to me, she stared into my eyes and I felt a shiver. There was something dark in her eyes.

"You men have always been in control. Well, not for me. I only deal with men who're willing to relinquish control to me. If we're ever gonna become a couple, my prince, you will have to relinquish control to me. When I tell you to bow or kneel, you will do so without question. Are you ready for that?" She asked, and I swallowed hard.

"Hell no! What the hell?" I yelled, and she came forward. She sipped her wine and scoffed.

"We'll find out soon enough. My father said the same thing at first. Now he is my bitch begging for my permission before he does anything," she whispered.

I froze. I raised my brow in shock.

"Wait, what??"

I was amazed.

"What do you mean by that? Are you and your father engaged intimately?" I asked, my brows furrowed deeply, and she chuckled. I could see the mockery and pity in her eyes.

"You have no idea, my prince. My father and I are different. We're not intimate. I made him submit to me. I use him at my will, and he has learnt to be grateful to me. You will learn too."

I froze. My throat went dry. What the fuck! I've been engaged to a psycho. I glared at her as she gulped down her wine, never taking her eyes off me.

I watched her retreat for the exit, and I couldn't wait for her to leave, but to my surprise, she bolted the door, and the sound alerted me.

I turned facing her, and she unzipped her blue royal gown, letting it fall over her shoulders.

Standing before me, she was utterly naked. I could see her banging body. She might be sick, but one thing couldn't be taken from her: her beauty.

She came forward, her eyes fierce and dominant as she approached. "My lady, what are you doing? Guards?" I called.

She got to my spot and placed her index fingers on my lips. "Like I said, my prince, it's time we find out if you'll submit to me or not."

I tried to speak, but she pushed my chest, and I fell on the bed beneath me.

Before I could react, she claimed my lips into a fierce, dominant kiss. I felt the belt around my waist loosen, and she shoved my sword away.

I heard the sound of crashing on the floor. She sat up. "Lady Evelyn, we..." Before I could finish, she sat on my face.

I couldn't breathe. I tried to push her off, but she was strong. She began to undress me against my will. I felt my legs forcefully shoved into the air and my trousers pulled off.

My artificial cock dangled, hitting my belly, and I felt as she grabbed my cock.

"Boy! Your cock is so satisfying. Too bad we won't be needing it often. Your boy pussy is all I need." She spoke out loud, and I heard a maniac laugh.

Fear gripped me. She just said my boy pussy. Does she know?

I tried to push her off my face, but finally, she stood up willingly, and before I could react, a dashing slap landed on my face.

She grabbed my neck. "You will obey me, my prince. Y'all always do it at the end!" She pulled me up from the bed and tore my shirt open. It was the last fabric I had on me.

Now I was naked, just like her. She choked my neck and slammed me against a pillar in the middle of the room. I gasped. She was so fierce, like a dragon.

"Have you ever been dominated?" she asked, and I found myself answering her questions with a shaky head.

"Good! Today will be your first. And today will be the day you lose your power and authority." She whispered into my face. I swallowed hard.

A part of me wanted to fight her, but a larger part of me liked her rough. Her beauty was irresistible.

She planted a kiss on my lips; this time, it was calm, gentle, and satisfying. I held her hair, and we fell into a deep romance.

Suddenly, she broke the kiss. She looked into my eyes, and I could feel her staring into my soul.

"Kneel before me!" Her voice is commanding, light, and filled with authority. I swallowed. I felt the urge to refuse, but I couldn't help it. My mind was willing.

I couldn't explain when I found myself kneeling before her. I looked up into her eyes, and I couldn't explain what I was searching for.

She bent my face, her index finger holding my jaw. "Now, my prince, will you relinquish control to me?" She asked, and my gaze rallied around her eyes and her red lips.

I swallowed and then nodded my head in agreement. Shit! Why? What did I just do?

I watched her smile in satisfaction, and she stood high above me. She grabbed my long black hair and dragged me to the bed.

She shoved me forward, and I fell on the bed. I felt her climbing onto me, and she lay on top of me. She began to kiss me. I responded to her kiss, and then she spanked my butty cheeks.

"You're too handsome for a boy, my prince. Look at those boobs, a little too big for a boy," she said.

I swallowed nervously, but I didn't respond. I had smaller boobs compared to many girls, but still, it was bigger than the men's.

"Now look at that ass. You will know me after I own you and make you my bitch!" She whispered into my face, and I was mute.

At first, I thought I was playing along. But was I? Or is there something else? Do I really admire her dominance?

She claimed my lips while her right hand massaged my butts. My left leg was forced into the air, and before I knew it, I felt her long middle finger burst into my asshole.

I moaned out loud as my eyes shot up at the ceiling. "Shhhh!" She commanded, and I closed my lips, trying hard to suppress my moans.

The friction was rough and painful. "You won't be needing your cock my prince. But we'll be needing my big cock and your boy pussy. Allow me to give you ultimate pleasure," she spoke into my mouth, and I lay still.

She rolled me over and climbed on top of me. My gaze fixates on the ceiling. She kissed me. "Open your mouth!" She spoke commandingly, and I did without any idea why.

Then, to my greatest shock, I saw her bring her face down and spat into my mouth. "Swallow it."

Disgusting. I tried not to, but her glare sent shivers flying inside me.

That was when I realized I had developed a concerned fear of her. I was terrified of her, but why? I couldn't explain. I swallowed her saliva, and she forced my mouth open again and spat more into my mouth.

I swallowed hard. She reached for my back and choked me with her left hand. Her grip was so tight. Her right finger was pumping in and out of my ass.

In no time, I felt a strange feeling. Something I had never felt before. I felt a current in my stomach. My eyes bulged, and tears formed in my eyes.

I knew what was happening. My female ejaculation was building up for the first time. No way! This can't happen, not now.

Whatever mother and Gavin did to me covered my female organ, and even eyes cannot see it because it was covered with skin. But it's still there.

And Evelyn? Finally, she was about to expose me. She was about to give me my first ever female ejaculation.

Tears filled my eyes, tears of pleasure mixed with fear and worries.

"You slut! You're enjoying it, aren't you? Open your mouth for me!" she commanded, and this time, I didn't know how, but I obeyed without a shred of hesitation. She spat in my mouth, and I swallowed willingly.

My vision was becoming blurry. I was gonna cum. I wanted her to stop, but I couldn't say the word. Can't explain why. Maybe because I had submitted to her command and didn't want to disappoint her.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door, and Evelyn paused. My panting was heavy, all over the room. I could barely breathe.

I traced her gaze, my vision was blurry, but enough to see. She was looking at the door.

She turned back to me. "Are you expecting anyone, my prince?" She asked, and I shook my head. "No, my lady," I said.

She tilted her head and pushed her fallen hair behind, and the knock came again, this time louder than before.

Immediately, I felt her finger pulling out of my ass. I whimpered.

She climbed down and began to dress up. "Put on your clothes!" She commanded, and I obeyed.

In no time, we were fully dressed. She came to my position. "Kneel!" She spoke into my face.

Just as commanded, I went down on my knees, looking up at her.

Gradually, it was becoming easier to submit to her.

She smiled.

"We're not done. We're not even started. Tomorrow night, meet me in my father's quarters. I'll be dedicating tomorrow night to nurturing you. If you fail to come, you will be punished severely. Understood?"

Her features were filled with seriousness, making my heart spike. I nodded quickly. "Yes, my lady."

She pushed my head backwards, and I saw her begin to walk to the door. I stood up and followed gently, and she unlocked the door. Immediately, my Mom walked in with two guards.

"My queen?" She bowed, smiling sheepishly. She was quite a pretender.

"What's going on here?" My Mom asked, switching glances between Evelyn and me. I was mute.

"Nothing of grave importance, my queen. The prince and I were just getting to know each other. The prince invited me for a walk tomorrow night," she said, and my Mom looked at me.

I forced a smile to make her believe, but it's my Mom. She was smart enough to know that something wasn't right.

"I shall take my leave now, my queen," Evelyn said and bowed. She shot me a glare that sent chills down my spine.

I watched as she walked through the door and closed the door behind her. When she left, my Mom came forward.

"Everybody out! I want to talk to my son alone," she said, and the guards left and shut the doors behind. I stood still, studying my mom's gaze.

"You might wanna explain what was going on here?" She said, but I remained silent.

No way.