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Philip’s voice sounded so full of his own pleasure—of the delight he took in using my mouth—that it made me feel faint, and it called forth a yet more submissive instinct in me, to try to soften my mouth for his thrusting. The words came out almost as a grunt, and I wanted suddenly to make my master’s eloquent speeches descend into guttural noises of pure animal enjoyment.
“Eight, Your Royal Highness,” he said.
“Why not let her feel a little more?” said Prince Hendren. “Are you going to fuck her now?”
I whimpered as Philip tapped me again, lightly, on my right bottom-cheek, while he moved his hard penis shallowly in and out of my lips, as if teasing me. My cheeks went hot as I found myself trying with my lips and tongue to keep the fluted head inside me, as if my master’s cock were the most delicious morsel I had ever tasted.
“Yes, Your Royal Highness,” Philip said. “I think that’s a good idea.”
He pulled the tip of his hardness away, and the other girl—the naughty one who had never sucked a penis but who had always known she should—gave a mortifying little whimper, just to confirm how much she loved to serve a dominant man this way. I heard a clattering sound, then, and I felt my eyes go wide as I realized Philip had tossed the cane aside. I knew he had done that because he didn’t want it in the way while he fucked me, but I somehow knew also that it meant he wanted me to understand that the time for whipping had passed—at least for the moment.
I looked up into his eyes; I had seen nothing but the obscenely moving lap of his trousers for the last few minutes. I watched him focus on the controller as he withdrew it from his pocket, and then turn his attention to me. His left hand reached out, over my head, and I closed my lips, wet and a little numb from my submissive service, and whimpered: I needed his touch so badly.
His thumb’s movement on the controller and his fingers between my thighs arrived at the same time, and I cried out with the jolt of pleasure that shot through my body.
“Are you ready, Sara?” my master asked. “If you’re ready, ask me properly for what this wet cunny needs so very much.”
CHAPTER32
Sara
The smallest sliver of me—not the submissive girl who loved to suck my master’s cock butme, the egalitarian young woman who had thought herself alone in her body until this morning—considered defying Philip. I understood that he meant me to consider it, too… that he had asked if was ready so that I would have to consider it…
He had the controller in his hand, the horrible thing that had somehow taught me more about my body than I had ever wanted to know. If I didn’t beg, what would my guardian do? How would he train me to obey him more promptly and to answer his questions more dutifully? Would he turn the governor up, or down? Would he spank me, or paddle me, or cane me?
I felt my head start to shake.No, I’m not ready, sir.And it was true. How could I be ready to belong to a man the way I knew I would belong to Philip?
The way I already belonged to him, because I wanted so badly to find out what he would do, and I even wanted him to do it to me. I wanted my master to teach me to serve him the way a good fuck toy should. My whole body yearned for his training, whether he turned the governor up or down, whether he made me wear naughty lingerie all day in public… kept a plug in my bottom for hours… paddled me in front of his friends…
My mind spun those tiny fantasies like sparks, and I wanted them all to happen, but right now—just as Philip knew, since he understood how to train a girl like me—I only wanted one thing.
“Please, sir,” I sobbed. “Please fuck my cunny.”
I said the terrible word, my guardian’s own degrading word for that neediest part of me, where his fingers worked so skillfully in and out and up and down. The submissive act of uttering it myself sent a thrill of pleasure through that whole region of my body, the one he had claimed so especially for himself. From waist to knees, I felt how I belonged to him completely—how the governor and the lacy white panties represented the deed of sale of my pussy and bottom.
He put the controller back in his pocket. He took my chin in his hand and, smiling down at me, he moved his thumb across my lips. Looking deep into my eyes, he pressed the thumb inside my mouth while at the same time he thrust two fingers into my vagina and gripped my whipped bottom in his palm, a gesture so dominant I let out a little sob at the sensation as my pussy clenched again in need of more.
“Please,” I begged, around his moving thumb.
“Yes, Sara,” Philip said. “I’ll fuck you now.”
I closed my eyes, so when suddenly his thumb pulled away and he replaced it with his lips, kissing me deeply, it took me by surprise. His hand between my legs became gentle, so that I whimpered desperately as his lips moved over mine, loving the kiss but still needing more firmness, more hardness.
“So very sweet,” the prince said. “Don’t you think so, Viola? When I make you beg me to fuck you, I won’t do that.”
If Viola responded, I didn’t hear it. I kept my eyes closed as Philip broke the kiss and moved around me. One of his hands caressed my soundly whipped bottom, rubbing a soft circle on my right cheek and then my left, so that my body bucked against the belt around my waist, trying to press my clit against the support under my belly and finding no relief.
I felt the pull of naughty panties across my bottom, and saw in my mind’s eye how they framed my pussy’s pout in the obscene close-up the audience must now have on their screens. Philip put a hand on my waist, his fingers curling under the waistband, and I whimpered at how it tugged the fabric that stretched over my bottom.
Then the whimper became a happy cry as I felt him put the head of his cock right where I wanted it the most. I felt my climax, my release, a moment away, sure it would happen within an instant of his first claiming thrust.
“Don’t come until I tell you to,” Philip growled.
My eyes and my mouth opened wide.
“But…” I said, my heart racing and panic seeming to fill my body. My wrists and calves strained against the cuffs as if I could somehow get up and run away from the terrifying prospect of having to obey the impossible command. “Sir… I…”
The soft, hard thing moved further down my soaking slit, away from the place it belonged, toward my tingling clit but not all the way there.
