The Prince and His Slave

~Ian~

Is she for real? Did she really say no to me?! I was the hottest guy in the kingdom, rich and powerful. All my life I have only met smitten women who liked to flatter me or beg for more. They meant nothing to me but bodies to conquer and move onto the next.

This woman was born in a pleasure house. What else does she think she existed for? I called her into my room to punish her for disobeying me yesterday. I expected her to have a good reason for refusing my offer.

"Please, sir! I will send my sister to you." Her eyes were brimming with tears like her worst nightmares had come true.

I pinned her to the wall and caged her between my arms, with our bodies separated only by a few inches. She was scared-stiff to move as if it was a sin if her body accidentally grazed against mine. Her reluctance only made my cock grow hard, very hard.

"Look at me!"

She lifted her face with large pleading eyes and quivering lips. Damn! I want to bite those plump lips.

"It will take me only a minute to taint you, Nadia Naadiya, whatever your name is."

Her brows furrowed in apprehension.

"It will be easier if you submit and not act like some 'don't-touch-my-virgin-pussy' saint."

"But why me? You know you can have anyone you want."

I rubbed my nose against her soft cheek.

"Anyone?? Why didn't you show up yesterday? You got no respect for your Prince?"

Tears were streaming down her cheek, and she turned her face away. I lightly kissed the spot below her earlobe, causing her to tremble more.

"Answer me! And stop with these tears. They aren't going to melt me."

"I- I didn't know that you w-would notice." She averted my gaze.

"Well, I did. All those things you are passionate about, you can do them in your free time. I won't stop you. But I need you in my bed."

"What would you lose if you make an exception for once? You got so many options, much better ones."

"You are a courtesan who turned 18. There can be no exceptions."

"I am no good. I got no clue how to please you. And I DON'T WANT to be trained by those skanky women!"

"Are you yelling at me right now, Nadia?" I pulled her close to me and locked her in my embrace. She writhed in my arms, struggling to loosen my grip. She stopped moving and her eyes widened for a second when she felt my hardness press into her.

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pushed her down to look at the floor.

"What?" She asked, looking confused. I took her hand into mine and made her feel my erection.

"You turn me on like crazy. I have to have you, and I will have it no other way." I brushed my lips against hers.

"Will you let me go if I suck you?" She asked, looking at me in anticipation.

She was full of surprises. I pushed her onto my bed.

"That's not what I want. I want to eat you, make you moan."

"No!!!"

She tried to crawl out of my grip, but I had her pinned to the bed and pressed my body against hers. I slipped my hand into her panties.

Fuck!

It was dripping wet. I wanted to destroy that pussy by pounding it endlessly.

Not today.

I didn't want to rape her. I wanted her to beg me for it.

"Please, let me go." She placed those small palms of her hands against my chest and pushed me hard.

"Sure, after I make you cum."

"I n..." I closed her mouth with my hand before she could protest. Her eyes reflected fear as if I said I was going to kill her.

I kissed her neck while rubbing my thumb on her clit. She whimpered softly. She clawed at the bedsheets, sighing and gasping when I pumped my fingers in her. I grabbed her by her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed and got on my knees. I swirled my tongue around her soaking pussy, sucking and licking her deep while rubbing her clit. A loud moan escaped her and it made my cock throb.

God! If she moans so loud for just this, the roof will come down when I push her against the wall and take her from the back. I trailed my tongue up and kissed her belly button while fingering her pussy. She moaned again, her back arching and glutes raising up in the air.

I went back down to eat her some more. She tugged at my hair and screamed in pleasure. I stopped to torment her. She gave me a shocked look, her eyes begging me to continue.

"Will you come to me when I ask for you?"

She clutched the bedsheets again but didn't respond. I slowly circled those delicious pink lips of her core with my fingers and tugged at her clit with my lips.

"Yes or no??"

"Y-yes, yes! Please don't stop."

"You will take part in group sex?"

"I don't want to!!"

"Say it."

"I want it!"

"What do you want?"

"I want you to eat my pussy and not stop until I cum."

I inserted two fingers inside her and caught her juices with my tongue. She threw her head back, asking me to not stop. Convulsing with moans rupturing out constantly, she wrapped her legs around my shoulders and moved in a quick rhythm against my tongue. She shuddered and let out a loud, satisfied moan before her body relaxed. I cleaned up with my tongue, feeling giddy with excitement.

I moved up and restrained her wrists, not wanting to let her leave.

"Can I go now, please!" She was breathing heavily. Her cheeks were turning deep red when I looked into her eyes.

"Are you blushing?" I bit her cheek hard and then kissed it.

"You may go." I moved away from her. I needed to cool off. "Ask your sister to get here right now," I told her before she walked out of the door.

"And tell her to bring a whip."

~Nadia~

My sister loved to be whipped and spanked. She was kinky, like most other courtesans that I knew. Sometimes I wondered if I got accidentally swapped when I was a baby. Women in my family were strikingly beautiful, my sisters, mother, cousins, and aunts. Gorgeous curves, seductive faces, and they worked hard to keep in shape.

I was an exception. I had the potential to look sexy if I tried hard. The thought of orgies and polyamory didn't excite me, it disgusted me to the core, and I wanted to run away. But life was harsh and I would probably end up in a brothel sooner or later if I pulled such a stunt. It's a man's world, and all men were assholes. At least, the royal assholes had money and treated us with some respect.

Life in the palace was great for me until my eighteenth birthday, almost great, except for one thing-the live demos that I had to watch-group sex demos. People of my kind were trained from a young age to give pleasure to the royals. We had to be virgins until we turn 18. And the royal that favorited us got to pop the cherry. If more than one royal liked us, the more the merrier, right!

We were made to observe the 18+ men and women engage in sexual activities; sex in this palace was an open affair.

A harem of courtesans was ushered to please one scumbag of a royal and his wife or girlfriend. My sister was four years older than me and she had been at it with delight. She was very good at giving blow jobs and lap dances, anything to get the royals turned on. And she liked to be fucked and abused and derived some masochistic pleasure out of it.

Ian was the youngest prince in the family, and he recently turned 24. He was known for his insatiable appetite and ability to drive a woman insane with lust. His older brothers were rumored to be cruel and abusive. Damian, who was next in line for the throne, had a beautiful wife until last year, but she got sick of his twisted acts in bed and ran away with my cousin, a gorgeous man with a big dick. They both were rumored to be dead now.

I was never noticed by anyone and could freely pursue my hobbies and do whatever, go wherever, as long as I didn't lose my virginity. But all that changed last week. I, and another courtesan who was from a different family, had birthdays on the same day. My aunt was very proud and drunk. She whistled at Ian, who was passing by the hallway, and loudly announced that I was all his.

He looked at me uncertainly, his intense gaze burning my skin. I always had a crush on him and gawked at his sculpted body whenever I could. I touched myself many times to his thoughts and that cock that I had seen so many times during the demos. But those were all my fantasies, to be in his bed, to be the only one in his bed that he made love to.

I didn't want to be another one of his sex slaves. I didn't want to have anything to do with him because he was such a promiscuous man. I wanted a simple, honest, dedicated lover who worked hard to earn a living and came home to my smiling face. Someone who loved everything I cooked, and who allowed me to fill the house and yard with plants. Not some rich, spoiled brat who had no respect toward women.

I prayed he would reject me, say that he was busy with one of his training camps or escapades. He was usually gone for several days hunting, visiting other family properties, training young warriors, and so on. I hoped he was busy this time too.

"With pleasure! Fresh meat." He smirked at me.

I approached him when he was fencing with his little nephew and appeared to be in a great mood. I told him I wanted out of this arrangement, and out of this courtesan life. I requested him to let me go and offered to provide any kind of service to him and his kingdom, except for using my body to do so.

"Interesting. You want to dig in the dirt instead of wearing fancy clothes and look pretty?"

"There's a lot more to it than looking pretty..."

"You don't like sex?" He cut me off.

"I do, but not like that."

"Are you asexual?"

Is he even listening to me? Talking to him is futile.

"Most women in the harem are actually bisexual, with a few lesbians. You need to explore a bit to figure out what you are."

"I know what I am and what I want."

"Are we playing dom-sub in my bed?" His stupid, irrelevant question confused me.

"What do you mean?"

"Are you playing the dominatrix role in bed right now?"

"No??"

"Then why are you talking to me in that voice? Want a good whipping??" His muscles flexed when he moved his fencing sword.

I remained silent.

"You have the audacity to come and demand what you want from me?! And be rude when I offer suggestions."

"I was just trying my luck to..."

"Tough luck, honey. You will strip for me when I tell you to. Clear?"

I nodded.

"Then clear out of my way."

He resumed with his nephew, laughing and carefree.

I faked being sick and didn't get up from my bed on the D day. He sent for me, but I refused. I guess the party went on without me, but he didn't forget. He asked for me today. I went to his room expecting the worst. But if this was how his punishments felt, I would want them every day! It was mind-blowing and I won't be forgetting those unchained sensations anytime soon.

I had a secret boyfriend for almost a year when I turned sixteen, but nothing he did ever felt this exhilarating. My body became a puppet in Ian's hands, more like his slave. Not just what he did with his tongue, but his kisses were also intoxicating. I am wet again thinking about his touch, that tongue, and those hands running over my body.

God! What do I do?

My body was aching for him and I have no control over it.

~Nadia~

Thoughts about him caused the familiar tingling sensation all over my body. I went into my bedroom and plopped on my bed. My body was aching with need like I had never known before. I rubbed my happy button thinking about his erection. He told me I turned him on. That got my juices flowing. I rubbed harder and faster, imagining his tongue running over it.

"Nadia?!"

Ugh! My mother was looking for me.

"I'm here!"

I got up and ran to see what she wanted.

"It's almost dinnertime for the royals. Why aren't you in the kitchen?"

I told the head chef how passionate I felt about cooking, and she allowed me to watch her cook and help her out with preparing sauces sometimes. But most other responsibilities that she gave me were useless to me. Take coffee to the Prince's bedroom, serve dinner, and wait at the dining table, blah blah blah that I didn't care about. It paid me good money, though.

Ian never noticed me before and so it wasn't a problem standing at the dining table and while the rich folks pretended I didn't exist. But today was going to be different. He just ate me less than an hour back. And it will be awkward standing near him. I hoped I didn't have to. It's his spoiled sisters and the vixen girlfriend of his who needed everything passed to them and served most of the time. I will just stand close to one of them.

And so I stood next to Jenna, his feather-bedded girlfriend who treated everyone like vermin unless they were wealthy. She moans like a whore when Ian fucks her. I hated her more for that reason. Lucky bitch could probably kiss him whenever she wanted, touch him however she wanted.

"Can't you hear me?" She snapped her fingers at me.

"Sorry." I stood in an attention position, waiting for her to repeat what she wanted.

"Pass that stew over."

"Absolutely."

I slightly bent over towards Ian to reach for it and once I picked the pot, Ian ran his fingers across my waist where the skin was exposed. It caused sparks to shoot up all over my body and I spilled the hot stew. And guess where it fell? Most of it on the table but a few drops on his girlfriend. She usually finds excuses to yell at people.

"You bitch! You ruined my dress."

She took off her housecoat and frilled neckband and threw them at my face.

"Get them cleaned well!"

The head servant responsible for dinner arrangements, Nancy, came running to apologize to everyone. Jenna rolled her eyes. Nancy chided me for my clumsiness and told me to go back into the kitchen.

I looked at Ian, hoping to see that he touched me by accident while reaching over for something. But no! Of course, he did it purposefully. He was smirking, enjoying the drama.

This accidentally deliberate grazing and bothering happened two more times. I was afraid to yell at him the second time he did something like this the very next day. I was told to serve drinks to all the warriors at training. I took twenty-two drinks on a tray at once, hoping not to drop them and cause an embarrassing scene.

A few men, the non-royals, always flirted with me but did nothing more than that because they know courtesans are off-limits to them unless the royalty allowed them to, occasionally. Although they were high-ranking warriors in the army, they were mostly common people like me but were trained to excel. The lack of royal blood in their veins deprived them of the courtesan privilege.

Ian waited for the men to clear out and approached me. Until last week, I thoroughly enjoyed seeing his hot and sweaty body come near me to grab a drink after training. Except that he never noticed me before. I retraced my steps when he walked toward me, his gaze never drifting from me. I was standing on the stairs, two steps above him. He was still taller than me, but I didn't feel as short.

There were three cups of water and a glass of juice left on the tray when he pinched the skin near my belly button and I almost dropped the tray. He caught it by placing his hand under the tray, his eyes never leaving mine. I expected him to mock me or say something ridiculous, but he didn't. He just smirked before grabbing a drink and leaving.

The third time he messed with me turned into a disaster. Several guests arrived at the palace to collect some paintings for an upcoming art auctioning for charity. Elaborate dinner and pre-dinner arrangements were made. Some song and dance programs were happening near the garden area and everyone was seated in rows and round tables watching and socializing. I was told to present some keepsakes, which were homemade wrapped candy and random paraphernalia, to the guests.

Ian was seated in a row with some other men on either side. I walked between the rows to hand them items. I skipped him because he obviously doesn't need a keepsake; it was his party. He stopped me by putting his leg in my way, which I didn't see until it was too late. He caught me into his arms and pulled me to his lap as I was about to fall, and the items in the tray and the tray went flying.

Not only did I create a mess and embarrass the hosts, but I fell into his arms, and his mother and the head servant of the house did not take it lightly. I had to hear a lot of nasty words about how I threw myself at the most eligible bachelor and what not.

I couldn't dare to throw an accusatory look at Ian because most of his family members were staring at me. They taught me to always accept fault, even if one of the royals deliberately caused trouble. It was etiquette 101 for poor people who lived on the palace grounds. This public bashing almost made me cry.

I waited for the party to get over so that I could confront Ian and ask him to fucking stop making my life miserable. It felt like he was punishing me for disobeying him. I was coming across as an incompetent klutz, and oh, after tonight probably a sleazy scheming gold digger too.

I stopped him from going upstairs and confronted him.

"You think too much about yourself, Nadia. Do you think people take time to look at you and form an opinion about you? No one knows you exist. They just know you as 'some servant girl'. They won't know even if you told them it was you who fucked up every day in a row."

I pushed him angrily and said, "I didn't fuck up! You made me look like I did."

"You look really cute when you get mad. But that doesn't mean that I allow you to talk to me in that tone."

He scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder to carry me upstairs.

"Put me down! I am sorry I forgot!"

"I warned you."

"I am sorry, please. It won't happen again."

"Yeah, after I punish you, it won't happen again, obviously."

I punched him in the back and whacked him on the shoulders, asking him to put me down.

"If you don't stop, I will make you pay for every blow." He said in a warning tone.