Page 17 of The Princess’s Pet (Soul Match #1)

The Princess led me to the drawing room of her wing. It was a large room with plush cream sofas and a glass coffee table. White chandeliers decorated the ceiling, and a painting of the Princess with her father and mother was a centrepiece of the main wall.

“I have some more tasks to take care of, pet. This is my private drawing room. You may stay here if you please or you may explore the castle. Word of who you are will spread quickly. No doubt you have been the focus of talk among the servants since our arrival,” she told me as she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into a tight hug.

I could feel as she breathed deeply into our embrace, the rise and fall of her chest and her slowly calming heartbeat. It wasn’t clear to me before then that the Princess was so tense, until I felt her begin to relax against me.

All too soon she pulled away from me. “I may be a few hours. If you leave my wing, I expect to find you back here in time for a formal evening meal,” she instructed and I couldn’t help my slight panic.

“You mean, a meal with a thousand forks?” I asked. She grinned at me her hand coming up to run through my hair .

“Not quite a thousand,” she replied teasingly. “If you get confused you can always forego silverware altogether,” she continued her lips quirking up playfully.

“So you and all the fancy purebloods can make fun of me? ‘Look at the commoner that doesn’t know that fork number 58 should only be used for peas!’” I mocked and did an awful impression of how the Royals and nobles spoke. My terrible impression was rewarded with light laughter from the Princess.

“Was that meant to be me, pet?” she asked.

I shrugged one shoulder. “I’m not an impressionist, but I think that was a pretty accurate imitation of…” I squealed as she picked me up and threw me onto one of the sofas. The next moment she was atop of me, pinning me to the cushions.

“Pet, pet, pet. How brave of you to mock me.” She purred against my ear. My hands gripped her waist.

“It seems to be paying off,” I told her trying to keep my breath even.

“Hmmm, it was a ploy to find yourself under me,” she continued pressing her weight into me, her lips brushing my ear.

“It, it, is nice here,” I stuttered, breathing quicker. She laughed against my neck, pressing her lips to my pulse point.

“Is it now?” she asked before nipping at my skin.

“Uh huh,” I answered in the affirmative, finding it difficult to form words, my eyes closing and pushing myself up against her.

“Regrettably, pet, I have business to take care of,” she said and lifted herself from me. I whined in protest as her weight was removed and I tried to keep a grip on her waist. She removed my hands easily, tutting as she did so .

“Why do you keep doing this to me?” I huffed sitting up. I was beginning to think getting me all hot and bothered and squirmy and then leaving me wanting, was part of some evil plan.

“Doing what?” She asked far too innocently, one eyebrow lifting.

“Leaving me wanting you so badly,” I told her, my face flushing with embarrassment and looking away.

“It’s not intentional. I’m simply irresistible,” she answered fixing her suit jacket. And I could have facepalmed at her cockiness. I would have accused her of arrogance if she wasn’t technically and infuriatingly right.

“You can’t not, know what you do to me,” I accused.

“I am always aware of you,” she replied simply, reaching out to cup my face. “I’ll see you this evening. I apologise for not being able to entertain you right now.” She grinned and bent down to kiss me softly.

“Stay out of trouble and ask the other servants for direction if you find yourself lost,” she instructed as she left the room, the door thudding loudly behind her.

I sat back heavily against the sofa. The Princess was going to make me lose my mind, with horniness. Even thinking such things made me blush furiously, but I’d never known desire so strong and consuming.

After cooling down and deciding that there was absolutely nothing to do in the drawing room to occupy my Princess free time, I went to explore the castle.

I did my best to keep track of my wandering, but very quickly I found myself not able to remember if I had taken two lefts and a right or two rights and a left. Ordinarily, I would have felt anxious at being so disoriented but something about knowing I was in the Princess’s home made me feel safe. It was okay to be lost, I could ask for directions back to her wing. And it was okay to wander because the Princess said I could.

The opulence of the castle was overwhelming. There were parts of the castle that weren’t so fancy, I had seen them that morning. But the areas that were meant for the Royal family, nobles, and their guests were beyond compare. It must take an army of servants to keep everything so shiny and dust-free.

“Percy?” I turned at a familiar voice. “What are you doing here?” Thomas asked, walking towards me palms open at his side, smiling in greeting.

“I could ask you the same thing,” I said smiling, happy to see a familiar face.

He held up hands that showed signs of working, soil still under his nails, in way of answer.

“Working of course,” he told me happily before looking around and leaning conspiratorially towards my ear. “Want to see the secret greenhouse?” he asked, pulling back and smiling more.

“Secret?” I whispered. He nodded enthusiastically. “Why is it secret?”

“I’ll show you. It’s too good to keep to myself. This needs to be shared with a fellow enthusiast. You’re probably the only person within a hundred miles that can truly appreciate what I’m going to show you,” he said as we walked together and he led the way through the castle.

“Why are you working here Thomas?” I asked curiously. “Shouldn’t you be at Lady Amelia’s manor?”

“Usually. But last year I was asked to help Lady Sana, with some projects. The Queen seemingly asked Lady Amelia if she could spare me. Now I travel to the castle for a couple of days every month. I’ll show you what I’ve been working on,” he explained .

He quickly led me to the servant corridors and we passed others going about their work. We left the castle walls and walked along paths shielded by tall hedges. At the end of the path was a large greenhouse, larger than I had ever seen.

“I wouldn’t call this a secret greenhouse Thomas,” I said as he pushed open the doors and held them as I entered.

“This isn’t the secret greenhouse,” he told me amused. “Most people don’t come here. Lady Sana, myself, and a few other servants do the maintenance. It’s not much upkeep,” he explained as we walked past rows of planted root vegetables and fruits. We walked further and further into the greenhouse. The end wall was deep with shelves, filled with equipment and bags of compost.

“This is the secret greenhouse,” he said, before heaving the last shelf out of the way, grunting with the effort. It revealed a door, barely visible with a flat handle embedded into the wood. He hooked his hand into the odd handle and pulled the door open.

I walked towards the open door and saw that the greenhouse continued further back behind the false wall.

“Come on in,” Thomas said as he walked into the secret section of the greenhouse. “This is where the medical plants are kept and grown for Lady Sana. I’m not sure what all these plants do. I think it’s just the fact that it’s a secret hidden away back here that makes it so cool,” he told me scratching at the back of his neck.

“Not very good at secret keeping, are you?” I asked him amused. He blushed deep his skin darkening.

“You’re the only person I’ve told. It’s more like a trade secret. I wouldn’t tell anyone that wasn’t one of us,” he defended sheepishly .

I laughed cheerfully at his expression. “Us gardeners have got to stick together,” I told him bumping my shoulder into him. He laughed with me and agreed.

“Is it okay if I look around?” I asked.

“Of course. Just don’t touch anything if you’re not sure what it is. I’m not really up to speed myself, more interested in decorative plants than medical ones. I always wear gloves in here. Do you want a pair?” he asked me already opening a box and pulling out a pair.

“No, I’m good. I know my medicine plants,” I told him, and he nodded putting the gloves back.

There were common medicinal plants: for fever, for pain, for sickness. Many of the plants we kept back at home, already prepared in a cupboard in the kitchen. They weren’t dangerous, not really, so long as you didn’t eat too much, and most tasted so revolting that wouldn’t happen accidentally. But as I looked around, I was shocked to see Death’s Door with its large orange bell-shaped flowers hanging low.

“What’s this doing here?” I asked Thomas.

“I don’t know what it’s used to treat but it sure is beautiful. We even have these back at the manor as decoration,” Thomas answered walking beside me.

“Death’s Door doesn’t treat anything,” I told him seriously.

“Death’s door? You mean Tritons Trumpet?” he questioned confused.

“Two names for the same plant. I prefer Death’s Door as it’s an accurate warning for this beautiful but potentially deadly plant,” I told him. He looked at me with curiosity, so I continued. “All parts of Death’s Door are poisonous. The plant is most widely known in witching communities for its psychedelic properties. The leaves can be brewed into a tea, which when drank produces extremely potent hallucinations. Drink too much and you will die. But that’s not what makes Death’s Door dangerous,” I told him, enjoying how concentrated he was on my explanation.

“What makes it dangerous if not the potential to kill?” he asked.

“The seeds are the real danger. Roasted and ground to a fine powder, the seeds of Death’s Door can be used to manipulate anyone to your will. If I had properly prepared Death’s Door seeds right now, all I would need to do was blow some powder into your face for you to breathe and make my request. I could ask you for your boots and you would untie the laces and hand them over to me without a question. And terrifyingly once the effects wore off, you would have no memory of what you had done at my behest. Death’s Door is truly one of the most dangerous and beautiful flowers,” I finished my explanation.

“No! Really?” I nodded. “And if you could make me do anything, you’d take my boots?” He continued laughing.

“It’s all I could think of on the spot,” I answered defensively.

“Should I be offended that you wouldn’t have anything else from me? I have been told, I’m quite the looker.” And he winked suggestively in a dramatic manner.

“Who told you that?” I asked sarcastically.

“My mum,” he answered and cracked up laughing at his silly joke. I couldn’t help but laugh with him.

“Seriously, that’s some scary stuff,” he began after he stopped laughing. “I had no idea. I always thought it was just pretty. Maybe I should make myself some psychedelic tea?” he mused.

“If you do, be very careful, it’s easy to overdose,” I warned. He nodded seriously .

It made no sense to keep Death’s Door purposefully other than decoration or for its psychedelic properties.

What was more concerning than Death’s Door was Hades’ Delight and its dark sweet berries.

Hades’ Delight did have medicinal properties, traditionally used for childbirth pains. What made it so jarring to see in the greenhouse was the fact that Hades’ Delight was deathly poisonous to pureblood vampires. Any amount consumed was guaranteed death for a pureblood vampire.

The sweet berries sometimes attracted animals and children who would easily eat a lethal dose. They caused many an accidental death and grew wild back at home. We would rip them from the ground, roots and all, to avoid any accidents. There were other better plants for childbirth pains and Hades’ Delight had fallen out of favourable use. I couldn’t imagine a use for them in the home of the Borealis Royal family.

I explained some of the other plant uses and how to prepare them to Thomas. Adding my extra knowledge after he told me what he already knew.

“How is it that you know so much about medical plants?” he asked and he seemed a little awestruck. It was flattering.

“Flores were the first chemists,” I told him. “We don’t have any explicit offensive or defensive magic, so we’re often overlooked. We know plants and their properties in detail. But mostly we concentrate on nurturing plant life in whatever way our magic presents. Modern medicines have meant far less need for our knowledge,” I explained to him and remembered my mother’s old books about plants and magic left behind at home. Handwritten and passed down through generations of Flores witches. She even wrote one herself on aquatic plant life. I must have read those old books cover to cover ten times over each. My chest tightened at the memory of home, but I pushed the pain aside, I had to make a new home .

“Flores witches do have a reputation for being benign and not much to worry about,” Thomas started. “Maybe I should be a little scared of you,” he joked.

“Maybe,” I agreed.

I spent the rest of the afternoon with Thomas, he showed me around the main greenhouse and back in the castle how to get to the servant corridors. It was a fun afternoon. The servant corridors felt like secret passageways that led everywhere around the castle. He showed me back to the Princess’s wing at the end of the afternoon and let me know he would be working in the greenhouse for the next two days if I wanted to stop by.

I waited in the drawing room for the Princess to find me. The plush sofa was comfortable and I stretched out on it as I waited.

When a hand landed on my shoulder, I jumped, my eyes flashing open wide and my hand rising to my chest.

“It’s only me, pet,” the Princess said above me, her hand moving from my shoulder to stroke my face. “What did you get up to today?” she asked as I sat up.

“Thomas, Lady Amelia’s gardener, is here working in the greenhouses. I met him and he showed me the greenhouses and around the servant corridors. It was fun,” I told her.

She held her hand out to me and pulled me to my feet. “Is there yet another shifter after my pet?” she questioned.

“Certainly not,” I told her assuredly.

“No?” She leaned down lips grazing my own and pulled away before I could close the kiss properly.

“We’re just friends. We both like plants,” I explained.

“You’re mine, pet,” she told me and finally pressed her lips against mine. My hands found her suit jacket and I pulled myself closer to her. She deepened the kiss, tongue entering my mouth and I allowed her to take control.

“I’m yours,” I agreed when she released my mouth to let me breathe.

“We need to get dressed for dinner,” she told me and I wanted to protest but decided against it when she looked down at me and lifted one perfect eyebrow at my frown in a challenge. I let her take my hand and guide me back to her bedroom.

There was clothing already neatly folded at the bottom of the bed for us, the Princess must have gotten them ready before coming for me.

She sat at the edge of the bed and pulled me in between her legs. Her fingers carefully unbuttoned my shirt and removed it from my body. My skin was already heating as I watched her work closely.

Once my shirt was gone she leaned forward and licked between my breasts. I arched toward her touch.

“You’ve been very needy today,” she said, her hands splaying against my back and pulling me closer, placing wet kisses against my chest and rising to my neck.

“I’ve wanted you all day, since the car,” I confirmed, already moaning at her touch. She chuckled biting my shoulder.

“How do you want me?” she asked huskily, her hands moving to my front to work on removing my trousers.

“I want to touch you, to uh, taste you,” I stuttered as her teeth grazed my neck. “I want, want you to have me, all of me,” I told her, my breathing becoming heavier. She pulled down my trousers achingly slowly and I wiggled my hips to help remove the offending clothing .

“Hmmm, I like your thinking darling,” she hummed near my ear, as I kicked my trousers behind me bringing my hands up to her shoulders to steady myself.

Her hands found the cups of my bra and pulled them down roughly, her hot mouth moving from my neck to my breasts.

“Oh, Ma’am.” I gasped and cried as her teeth teased one hard nipple before moving to the next.

One of her hands slipped into the front of my panties and found my clit. I moaned pushing myself into her.

“Wet already and I’ve barely touched you,” she mused leaving my breasts to claim my mouth.

Her hand worked fast, and she pulled away to attack my neck as I breathed hard and rocked my hips against her hand.

“I’m so close,” I told her and groaned loudly when she immediately removed her hand from me.

“What?! Why?” I cried, in lust-filled confusion.

“We don’t have time, pet,” she told me.

“No, we do,” I pleaded frantically.

“I like you being my desperate little slut.” She laughed and kissed me hard again.

“Please, Ma’am,” I begged as she pulled away. She only continued to laugh and stood to get a change of underwear to replace my damp panties.

“I’ll finish what I started after dinner, if you’re a good girl,” she offered.

“How can you do this to me?” I questioned desperately .

“Because I can,” she answered with a mischievous smirk on her lips.

“You’re going to kill me.” I huffed.

“Never,” she said as she returned and removed my underwear, purposefully not touching me further than necessary to dress me.

The pink lacy dress she held up from the folded clothing on the bed was a little too frilly as far as I was concerned but I allowed her to help me dress. The Princess herself wore a midnight blue dress of similar quality fabric with a hint of sparkling silver weaved into the material. The dress hugged her body tightly and I found myself jealous of the fabric and unable to tear my eyes away.

“If you look at me like that during dinner everyone will know your desire for me,” she teased as she walked to the closet and pulled out a new shoe box.

“Should I hide my desire from others?” I asked worriedly, not only because I didn’t think I could suppress such devastating want, but because the Princess might be ashamed of me.

“I have no issue with others knowing the power I hold over my pet,” she told me as she opened the box and revealed a pair of heeled pumps to match my dress.

She knelt gracefully adorning my feet with the new heels. I wobbled slightly, unused to heels, and balanced myself with a hand on her shoulder.

“They match your dress perfectly,” she told me, a smile on her red lips as she stood.

“I don’t know how well I can walk in these,” I told her, fearing to even take a step. I watched as she removed a pair of open-toed, strapped heels and put them on .

“You can have my arm,” she said, straightening her stance and holding her arm out to me.

I walked slowly to her and took hold of her offered arm with both my hands.

“We will be dining with the full council tonight including my uncle and cousin. If you are spoken to you may reply but be careful of your answers. Do not reveal too much about yourself. I am not sure who is my ally and who is not. Information is power, we do not give it away freely,” she told me before we left the bedroom.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I answered holding her arm tighter as she guided us to the door.

“Good girl,” she said bending to kiss my head briefly as she opened the door for us.

We arrived at a large dining room. A dark wooden table with high-backed leather chairs took up a large part of the space and could seat more than a dozen. Seven chairs were already occupied with Lord Antoniou, Lord Halkias, Lady Sana, and Vasilios sitting on one side of the table. On the other side sat three more attendants I had not met. I could recognise the Princess’s cousin, Valen, from his resemblance to his father. He was a young man of similar age to the Princess and myself, and the same brown hair and crooked smile as his father. The other two, an older woman with large round glasses and greying hair and a middle-aged man with strikingly red hair and beard; I assumed were the members of the council that were missing from the morning meeting.

As we entered the room, the others at the table stood and respectfully bowed their heads towards the Princess.

The Princess guided me to the chair closest to the head of the table and held it out for me as I sat. A servant moved forward to pull out her chair at the head of the table .

“Good evening,” the Princess greeted and the others politely responded.

“Glad to see you home my Royal Highness. We need strong Borealis blood now,” the red-haired man spoke as servants began to pour red fruity-smelling wine into glasses.

I was slightly surprised to see Edward across the room opening a bottle of wine. The boy was unsettling while at the Academy, but here he seemed calmed and happy dressed in his well pressed servant suit. I hadn’t known that other Borealis servants had returned to the castle.

My attention was brought back to the table when the Princess waved away the servant that tried to pour wine into my glass. “Water or juice only for my pet,” the Princess instructed, her silver eyes meeting mine momentarily and her lips lifting in a soft smile.

“Thank you, General Creel, I am pleased to be home, though I wish my return was due to better circumstances,” the Princess replied, her attention back to the others at the table.

“Can we please discuss the issue of this Halvorsen courtship?” Lord Antoniou asked his face grimacing.

“What is there to discuss?” the Princess asked bored as she lifted her glass and took a sip.

“What courtship?” Valen asked looking at his father Vasilios.

“Our Selene has decided to forego tradition and seek a courtship outside of her houses and even outside of Vampire Pureblood heritage,” Vasilios answered his son. I didn’t like the way he spoke about the Princess as if she wasn’t sitting at the table or that he challenged her decision like it were his to make. I wasn’t happy with Lord Halvorsen being her choice of potential future husband but it was her choice, even if I hated it .

“As discussed, this morning, house Halvorsen is strong, stronger than Ardens. If you still protest this and wish for Valen to have a chance at my hand; Valen is free to challenge Lord Oskar Halvorsen. If he thinks himself capable,” the Princess offered and the smirk of her lips held a cruel edge.

There was an uneasy silence at the table. The Princess turned her gaze to her cousin.

“Well, Valen, will you be challenging Lord Oskar Halvorsen?” the Princess asked, taking another sip from her glass.

“I, No,” Valen answered and stared hard at the table, face flushing red and eyebrows drawing in a deep frown.

“There, the matter is settled, Uncle. Your son knows he does not have what it takes to compete for my hand. I expect to hear no more on the subject,” she said, her steely gaze landing on Vasilios. He did not reply but held her stare with his own.

“I for one think Halvorsen and Borealis are an excellent match,” General Creel spoke smacking his hand off the table. “Great war house. Neighbours of Viridis, those sneaky bastards are in need of a reminder of their place. My spies tell me there is opposition to us rising in the Viridis younger ranks. Could be a problem at some point. Halvorsen could take care of that swiftly. They have strong sea legs too and would be useful if the Rabina Kingdom across the south sea decided to strike. Finances aren’t my area of expertise, but I understand they are trying to increase the duty on our fishing treaties,” General Creel rambled on.

“Yes, our fishing treaties are becoming a contentious issue. Rabina has suffered from harsh winters for the last few years and they are struggling with an uprising from factions of their disenchanted subjects. The Rabina crown is desperate to prop up their purse. They believe our fishing treaties an easy way to raise funds,” the woman next to General Creel spoke.

“Please, Noblewoman Baros and General Creel, we are here to eat and socialise. Let us keep the intricacies of politics away from topics of conversation as much as we can,” the Princess commanded politely as the food was brought to our tables.

Edward placed my plate and Noblewoman Baros’s before us, while other servants did the same around the table. Gregory stood beside the Princess having placed her plate first.

“For starters, we have spinach and feta filo parcels with a creamy tzatziki dip,” Gregory introduced the dish.

I hadn’t had it before, but I recognised feta as cheese, and it looked similar to cheese made from goat milk. The thin golden pastry was delicate and crispy. I looked to see what utensils the Princess used before selecting the same and trying the dish.

The table settled into talk amongst the individuals and no topic seemed too serious.

“Is it only I, that finds it particularly peculiar that we are dining with a bloodbag?” Lady Sana asked across the table, looking me over with an intent I couldn’t decipher. We had recently finished the main course of lamb and aubergine moussaka and were resting before dessert. I had been blissfully ignored so far, apart from catching Edward's eye a couple of times in silent greeting and thanks as he placed food or refilled my cup. I shrunk back in my chair under her stare.

The Princess reached out and pulled my chair by the arm closer to her. The movement was jarring and surprising. I looked to find molten silver looking me over with appreciation. Closer now she reached out her hand stroking down my neck.

“My pet sits at the table because it pleases me. It pleases me more so to have my pet close than it does to sit with the healer that failed my mother and appears to similarly be failing my father,” the Princess replied, her eyes not leaving me.

The table had fallen silent at the Princess’s actions and words. Although I could not look away from the Princess, I could practically feel all eyes at the table and around the room on us .

When the Princess removed her hand from my neck, she turned her molten gaze to Lady Sana. “If the presence of my pet offends you, you are free to leave,” she said calmly but her glowing eyes suggested she was less than calm.

“I am not offended My Royal Highness, only curious. My apologies for speaking out of turn,” Lady Sana replied her head bowed low.

The table chatter picked up again as if nothing had happened but Lady Sana did not say another word.

I did not eat dessert. It was simply too much food for a meal.

When the meal was finished the Princess was the first to excuse herself and offered her arm to me as we left.

“You didn’t touch your karidopita,” the Princess commented as we returned to her wing.

“The first two dishes were enough for me,” I explained looking up at her.

“My pet isn’t accustomed to large meals,” she replied guiding me towards the bedroom. “It’s for the best you did not overeat. I have active plans for you that would be hindered by a belly full of cake,” she told me as we entered the bedroom and she pushed the door shut behind us.

“What kind of plans?” I asked, my stomach filling with excitement.

“Take off your dress,” she commanded in reply.

I wasted no time complying and I heard the fabric of the dress tear in my haste to pull it down my body.

The Princess sat on the stool at her vanity, legs crossed, and watched me undress hastily .

“Heels and underwear off too,” she continued when the dress was at my feet. I did as she asked, soon standing naked and trembling with excitement in front of her. She smiled and raked her eyes over me.

“Get on the bed, lie in the middle,” she commanded as she stood and I climbed quickly onto the bed laying down.

“Pet, how do you feel about being tied down or chained up, at my mercy?” the Princess asked and I turned my head watching as she pulled a metal box from under her bed. She placed the box on the bed and opened it but I couldn’t see past the open lid to what was inside.

“I’ve never been, uh, tied up before,” I told her, excitement pooling in my core and curious about what she had planned. She reached into the box and held up a set of thick brown leather cuffs for me to see.

“If I cuffed your arms above your head so you couldn’t move away, couldn’t escape me, how would you feel?” she asked curiously, her liquid-silver eyes growing brighter as she spoke.

My heart sped up at the intoxicating thought. “I think I’d like that,” I told her, clenching my thighs tight. She smiled and placed the cuffs on the bed beside me before closing the box and placing it back under the bed.

She climbed onto the bed still dressed and wearing her heels. She crawled towards me before she pulled her dress up to her hips and straddled me. My hands reached out to touch her, but she captured them, leaning forward to kiss my wrists before she reached for the cuffs.

Carefully she placed each cuff around my wrists and pulled them secure. A chain hung from one cuff, and I could see how it attached to the other. She leaned over me and threw the many luxurious pillows behind my head to the floor, until I was flat against the thick quilt and mattress. Pulling both my hands above my head she looped the chain through a wooden spoke of the headboard and attached it to the other cuff. I was trapped, arms stretched out above me and the weight of the Princess on top of my hips pinning me to the bed.

She smiled down at me one hand moving to grip my throat, the other trailing down my body. I trembled at her touch trying to arch up towards her.

“Are the cuffs too tight, pet?” she asked me.

“No, Ma’am,” I told her my breath hitching as she trailed her fingers lazily over my nipples.

I gasped when she slapped one of my breasts and then the other unexpectedly. She leaned forward her mouth taking mine. My hips bucked into her, the sudden force of her actions creating a surge of arousal and wetness between my thighs.

“Tell me you want me,” she demanded as she sat up and played with my nipples, pulling deep moans from me.

“I want you, Ma’am. Please. I want you,” I told her, desperately trying to lean further into her touch but being held back by my cuffed wrists.

Her hand reached between us, and one finger stroked through my pussy. I whined in pleasure and begged her for more.

“You want more?” she asked teasingly, her finger circling my clit but not directly touching the sensitive bud.

“Yes. Please, Ma’am. Please,” I begged and was rewarded when she pressed down on my clit and began to rub hard and slowly.

Her other hand ran up her dress and cupped her own breast through the thin fabric. The sight was maddeningly arousing, and I became painfully aware that I couldn’t touch her myself, as I pulled on my restraints .

“Ma’am, I want to touch you,” I told her completely desperate.

“Go ahead and touch me,” she said through a moan as she pinched her nipple through the fabric of her dress.

“I can’t,” I cried, pulling desperately at my restrained wrists. She smiled down at me.

“In that case, I’ll have to use you and touch myself,” she told me.

Her hand left my clit and I produced a vocal moan of protest. I watched as she pulled her thin panties to the side, lifting herself off me briefly to change her position, lining her core up with mine. When her slick, soft lips pressed against my own, I pulled harder against my restraints and bucked my hips frantically trying to feel more of her.

She pulled one of my legs over her shoulder and hummed in her pleasure at the increase in friction between us. Her arm wrapped around my leg holding it secure against her and her other hand braced on my leg behind her as she began to grind herself into me. I did my best to keep with her rhythm, the feeling of her wetness against me, her clit rubbing wonderfully with my own was euphoric.

The sight of the Princess riding me, her whole body flowing with her movement, was the most erotic vision. The way her head rolled back and the sound of her moans alone could have made me cum. The slick friction between us was building and building and I wanted badly to touch her, to rip her dress and free her breasts to my mouth. But no matter how hard I pulled at my cuffed wrists I couldn’t free myself.

The Princess’s hips sped up and she ground into me with more pressure and I was pushed swiftly over the edge, crying out as I came hard. She continued her movements and groaned loudly as she reached her own orgasm .

She locked her molten-silver eyes with mine, her look intense and wanting still. She released my leg and crawled up my body, kissing me as she went, until her knees were placed wide on either side of my head. I didn’t need any instruction as she lowered herself to my mouth. I licked and sucked until she was grinding herself against my mouth and face, and cumming again.

My mouth and chin were wet with her excitement when she lifted herself from me. Laying beside me she leaned down to kiss me, tasting herself and moaning into the kiss. “I do so enjoy your mouth,” she told me and I felt proud at her compliment.

“It’s yours whenever you want,” I offered earnestly.

She smiled softly reaching out to stroke my cheek.

“You are very adorable, my little pet, and that wonderful mouth is mine, always,” she told me before her hands expertly released me from the cuffs.

Her fingers massaged my wrists as she pulled me up to a sitting position. I reached for her when I was free, pulling her into an embrace and pressing as much of myself against her as I could. Her hand ran through my hair and patted my back in a calming rhythmic way.

“Don’t let me go,” I asked as I climbed onto her lap, holding her tighter.

“What’s gotten into you?” she questioned amused, holding me close.

“I couldn’t touch you.” I pushed my face into her neck. “I wish you were naked,” I said wanting more skin contact. My want to touch her felt more like a need.

“If you wish it so.” She laughed and managed to extract herself from my hold .

She stood from the bed and undressed quickly. “This is what you wished for?” she asked, waving her hand down her body.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I told her, reaching out for her to return to me.

She laughed and jumped on the bed beside me playfully, opening her arms wide. I was quick to crawl back into her arms snuggling against her chest. A few moments later I heard her purr and felt the vibration pass from her to me.

“I need this. I need you,” I mumbled against her skin, feeling incredibly calm in my Princess’s arms. She held me tighter.