Chapter 1
Keisha
I was sitting on the bed just as I was instructed when I heard the door open. My body involuntarily jerked upright at the slight creak sound because I knew it was my new master.
I have been told he would be back at sunset for his sleep. My order was to sleep with him. If I could manage to gain his favors and have a child for him, I might get to be a Noble consort. It was every girl’s dream in Raevarno to be bedded by Prince Alaric and to have his child, who would be the heir to Raevarno's throne.
“Who brought you here?” The sternness in his cold voice made me flinch.
“Madame,” I replied obediently. I dared not raise my head to look at him. I have been warned that he was a callous man and that the only way to survive in this palac was to be compliant.
“My mother’s royal handmaiden?” I heard his calculated footsteps approaching and I gently nodded to his question. Beads of sweat were embedded in my temple as I felt his shadow aligned in my vision.
“You are one of them, aren’t you?” He snickered, firmly grabbing my chin, and forcing our eyes to make contact. I shivered and swallowed hard like a sex-starved teenager when I finally held his tempting countenance.
Prince Alaric was more eye-catching than I’d imagined. Even in the dimly lit room, his face was irresistible to pull away from. His firm chin was set in stone, his dark eyes so intense that they cut through my soul, leaving only the sizzling awareness of what he would be doing to my body soon. He had an imposing hooked nose that just seemed to sit pretty on his attractive face. His lips were his best features, thin, firm, and yummy. They looked so delicious I wanted to devour them.
As an orphan who had to do lots of minor and questionable jobs for the rich society, I have had my share of lustful masters, old and young, but none of them were as gorgeous as the man that I was currently staring at.
Prince Alaric dragged my face near to his before he muttered in my ears. “Have you not been told to never look me in the eyes?” His hot breath fanned over my skin, making me tremble from expected and wanted invasion.
I knew what I was here for. It wasn’t my first time. I was not proud of it but I've come to enjoy it. Every bit of it. Why? Because I had a humiliation kink- I enjoyed being fucked roughly and dragged around like a whore.
“I’m sorry, master.” I hurriedly dropped my gaze, but the effect of his sensual appeal was already sipping down my thighs, wetting my panties, and making me delirious from irresistible cravings.
“Sorry?” He gave a throaty laugh before he hauled my hair and roughly pulled my tiny body towards him. “In this room, when you apologize, you apologize with your cunt.” The sound of his voice reverberated off the walls, each syllable a sharp command.
As our bodies unexpectedly collided, my mind seemed to shut down, leaving me standing there, speechless and disoriented. “I will apologize anyhow you want me to, master,” I begged, feeling my pussy clenched from expectations of what was to come.
His stronghold on my head was affecting my senses yet I want him to be rougher. I've heard lots of tales about the only Prince of Raevarno and I've craved him ever since I learned he was a sadist. He was the right man that I needed to satisfy my abomination kinks.
“Filthy whore.” He yelled at me before he pushed me down before him.
His face was enveloped with anger and apart from making eye contact with him, I couldn’t recall what I had done to irritate him to this extent.
“Do you look at men like that and expect not to be fucked like a bitch?” Prince Alaric clutched the red sexy nightmare I’d been made to wear in his hands and tore it open, instantly revealing my voluptuous breasts to his sharp eyes.
I felt a sizzling sensation clench my clit while I shivered under his intense furious glare. Aside from him being irritated at me, I could sense the arousal in his voice. I couldn't believe it. I had managed to stir Prince Alaric. It was like a dream come true.
The realization made me horny and edgy that I couldn’t stop myself from moaning inwardly as I tried to rub my thighs together to reduce the ache growing beneath my core. His sharp eyes caught my action and he slapped my thighs open.
“If you dare close your legs again, I will tie you up.” He threatened coldly and I gulped in fright and arousal. I’ve never been tied up.
All my previous masters loved it when I crawl and beg for their cocks. Especially the old puny ones with little unsatisfying cocks.
“Look how wet you are.” Prince Alaric murmured, lifting one of my thighs and wrapping it around his waist.
His rising cock briefly brushed against my aching core, and I felt my pussy clenched at the little contact before I looked down to see him stroking my underwear with his middle finger.
Prince Alaric’s lips were curled in amusement but I was under sweet torture. I knew he had to know what he was doing to me. He couldn’t just wrap my leg around him, teasing my entrance, and expect me to lay still, right?
As if listening to my thoughts, he moved his hand away from my wet panties and brought them to my breasts. He gave each of them a slap that got them red in an instant. I groaned from the pain and he laughed in my face.
“You like that, don’t you?” He asked and I nodded obediently. He was right. “Yes, master. I like it.” I admitted softly.
It seemed like he had been waiting for my confession because he slapped my breasts more, getting them redder and swollen from his vicious smacks. My nipples stiffened from each of his slaps and my other leg that wasn’t tied around him was trembling violently.
Soft groans were caught in my dry throat because I didn’t dare moan before he permitted me to, so as not to offend him. I've learned that from my previous masters.
None of them were sadists like him, but I still didn't dare moan without their permission. Prince Alaric beheld my face after several slaps on my breasts. “Look at me.” He commanded and I hesitated before I gradually raised my head to gaze at him.
I watched his sharp dark eyes glint with intense lust in the luminous room like I was the only one he could see. I swallowed before a moan finally escaped my throat. “Master….” I sobbed as I felt my body shudder with great need for his cock inside me.
In return, he grabbed my neck and dragged me upward on the large comfy bed.
“When you are brought here, do you have an idea of what you are coming for?” He asked coldly, and I couldn’t help but get a bit terrified.
Was he going to do more than I had thought?
His hand on my neck was firm and unyielding and I couldn’t form the words stuck in my throat. I could only nod and bat my long lashes at him to show my willingness.
Although I was nervous that he might be rougher than I anticipated, I still felt my shameless body heating up at the thought of being used and fucked by him.
“I can handle anything.” I managed to let out and he suddenly let go of my neck.
Prince Alaric observed me for a while before he removed my leg from his waist and moved away from me. “Get out.” He ordered, roughly pulling me off the bed before I could understand what was happening.
I looked at him, shocked and surprised by his words and actions.
What have I done? Why was he sending me out of his chamber?
