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“You’re sure you want me to ask?” His voice was soft, considerate.
After a moment of long silence, I let out the breath I’d been holding and nodded. “Yes. Please do.”
“Alright, my boy. I’ll see to it at once.”
I left the room, pleased with myself and eager to get back to my princess. I’d taken to calling her “Spitfire”—I thought her well-suited to it, both in appearance and temperament. When I opened the door, I was pleased to see her still kneeling in the corner where I’d left her.
“Good girl,” I said when I was behind her, stroking her silky hair. It was her sign to get up.
She rose with the fluid grace that was her trademark, head dipped in deference.
“Very good.” I reached out and tweaked her nipple. She blushed, and I could smell the sweet scent of her arousal. “You deserve a reward for taking to your training so well, hmm?”
Very slightly, so much so that I thought it was unconscious, she spread her legs.
I chuckled. “No, that’s not what I had in mind. Not yet, anyway.”
Her lower lip poked out in a pout, only increasing my amusement.
“Don’t turn this from training into chastisement,” I said, my voice low in warning. Without even waiting to see how she would respond, I walked to my cabinet and opened it, assessing the instruments inside.
When I turned around, I held a whip with several leather flails dangling from it. I was pleased to see that she had pulled her lip back in, though her eyes widened as the sight of what I held in my hand.
“Don’t worry. I said I was going to reward you, and I meant it.” I pointed the whip at the ottoman in the center of the room.
She walked toward it on shaky legs, and every inch of her was quivering as she obeyed my whim. Just the sight of her hesitant submission awoke my cock. When she had laid over the ottoman, I took my time walking over to her, my eyes on her raised ass the entire while. Her bottom flinched and clenched with every step I took.
I waited behind her, letting the silence and anticipation swell to fill the room. Then, with calculated gentleness, I let the flails caress her pale, quivering orbs. “A reward,” I reminded her, my voice soft and husky.
Then I flicked my wrist and the flails came down, harder, but still gentle on her backside.
I could see the moment she relaxed and gave herself over to me—for discipline or pleasure as I saw fit—and I’d never loved her more.
Ari
It was perhaps the most bizarre thing I’d felt since I’d awoken naked on the sand with legs. The implement the prince held in his hand was quite fearsome indeed. I knew that from the first glance. When he’d promised he could use it to deliver pleasure, I’d been skeptical, despite the fact that he’d never yet misled me.
And yet, here was the proof. He whipped my skin again, and though I could feel my bottom and thighs warm, it did not hurt. It felt… curiously delicious. There was an unfurling in my belly that let me know as odd as it was, I was enjoying the firm strokes of the leather.
Another fell, and the resounding smack made me bite down on my bottom lip. It was like a firm caress meant to arouse instead of chastise. Yet another firm spank that had my thighs quivering and my pussy clenching.
I heard the soft whistle of the flails before they whispered across my skin. I arched my back and moaned. When I felt his hand cup my warm buttock, my breath hitched.
“You see?” he murmured, his other hand stroking my hair. “I told you you’d like it. It can deliver pain, or pleasure, depending on what you have earned for yourself.”
A shiver ran up my spine. I knew he’d seen it when he caressed me where the shiver had raced across my skin.
“Turn and face me, Princess.”
I obeyed and saw the whip he held toward me.
“Kiss it,” he commanded, and at the sight of his dark, glittering eyes, I didn’t hesitate. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to the hard, unyielding leather. “Good girl.”
I found myself scooped up and laid on the cool marble floor. Before I could even notice the chill—after all, he’d given me a warm ass and thighs—he was looming over me, chasing away the cold with his body.
This was the part I loved best: seeing the look in his eyes before he claimed me with a thrust of his shaft into my arduous heat. I groaned as he filled me and dug my nails into his back.
He growled and pumped inside me more vigorously than before.
