I went lower and lower, tugging on the duvet covering her sinful body and uncovering inch after inch of pale, creamy skin.
I pulled her nightgown up, and my cock hardened at the sight of her vulnerable, petite body. I was moments away from reaching into my pants and stroking my overly eager dick. Was what I was doing wrong? Was I a sick fuck for touching her when she couldn’t give me her consent? It probably was, but I didn’t give a damn. I wanted her, and nothing or no-one would be able to stop me from having my sweet princess.
My hands wandered lower, over her smooth navel and her cute little belly button and then up to her tits. Her nipples were as rosy pink as I remembered, and I wanted to feel them in my mouth, wrap my lips around them and suck them into hard peaks of pleasure. But I managed to stop myself, knowing that I’d wake her if I touched her with my tongue. I’d heard her moan for me before, and I knew how much pleasure she got from having her nipples tortured. I’d have to wait a little bit longer, make sure she kept quiet while I took from her body what mine so desperately wanted.
I kept pulling on the duvet until I exposed her ass, the sweet globes of her behind enticing me to reach into my pants and withdraw my throbbing cock. I wanted her. God, how I wanted her. All those other girls could never compare to the sweetness of my innocent Amber, my chérie.
“Olivier.”
The name escaped her lips while she was still sleeping, and I smiled to myself, knowing I was on her mind even when she was dreaming.
“I hope you’re having sweet thoughts, chérie,” I groaned. “I hope you’re dreaming of me plunging my cock in every hole it can fit into it, and then making the ones that are too small fit me like a fucking glove.”
She stirred again, a small smile playing on her lips as she kept on sleeping. I wanted her, and I realized I no longer wanted to stop myself. Let her wake up. Let her see what I was doing to her unconscious body. I fucking wanted it to turn her on.
“Amber,” I whispered, wanting her to open her eyes. “Come to your Prince.”
She stirred again, whimpering in her slumber and making my cock jump to attention with the sweet moans escaping her lips.
I pinched her nipple between two fingers, watching her eyes flutter. Slowly, she opened those big beautiful eyes and stared at me, her pupils dilating as she realized what I was doing.
“Olivier,” she whispered.
“Don’t make a sound,” I warned her. “Don’t you fucking dare, chérie. Just let me play with you. Be a good girl for your Prince, and I’ll reward you the way you deserve.”
She nodded, a smile tugging on the corners of her lips as she sank back into her pillows. I was tempted to climb into bed with her, but it was bad enough that I’d walked into her room, knowing I’d find her alone and vulnerable. If anyone found me in such a compromising position, we’d both be in fucking trouble.
“I’m going to make you come,” I told her in a low growl, and she shivered as I pinched her nipples harder. “You’re going to be a good girl and keep your eyes on me, and you won’t make a fucking sound. Is that clear, chérie?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes, what?” I demanded, and her eyes glittered with mischief as she opened her mouth to answer.
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Her words made my cock twitch with the need to have her, and I let my hands roam lower, until they found the smooth expanse of her inner thighs, touching the creamy skin there, wandering over her tenderness with rough fingertips eager to be plunged into the wetness of her cunt.
“Sweet little girl,” I muttered to myself as I opened her pussy with my fingers. “You’re getting so wet for me, aren’t you? You’re all ready for your prince to have you.”
“Yes,” she whispered, the sound barely audible, like a single exhale. “I need you, Olivier. Touch me… Take me. Take whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want?” I repeated. “You’ll let me have anything, chérie, won’t you? You’ll let me take whatever I need from your body and ask for fucking nothing in return.”
She nodded eagerly and gasped when I plunged two fingers into her tight, warm little cunt. I felt her clenching down on me, and my cock got impossibly hard. I wanted to be inside her so fucking badly, but we couldn’t risk it. If word got out about what we were doing, it wouldn’t end well. I might even manage to get Amber kicked out of the competition, which would be the worst possible outcome.
But still, I couldn’t lie to myself. Having her sweet body submit to mine like this, so fucking willingly, was making me want her more than anything else in the world. And what I wanted, I always got.
I knew without a doubt Amber was the one I’d end up with after the selection process. I knew it the moment we announced the selection, from the moment she’d accepted her invite. Now, the selection was just a tradition I had to follow because of my father. But if I had it my way, she’d already be sitting next to me on the throne.
Of course, I wasn’t about to let Amber in on my secret. It was just so much sweeter, meaner, to torture her on the way to the endgame.
After I picked a wife, my mother would step down from the throne and let me rule Luxuria. And Amber would be right there, by my side like the queen she was.
“Does it feel good to be stretched out like that?” I asked her, and she moaned again at the sound of my words, eager for more. Her body was arching, her eyes finding mine in a desperate plea for more. “Does it feel good to submit to the man who rules your body?”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Make me come, Olivier… I need it.”
I curled my fingers inside her, coaxing moan after moan from her parted lips. She was eager, needy for more, and I was more than willing to give her what she so desperately wanted.
“You’re going to come on command for me, aren’t you, chérie?” I leaned down to whisper in her ear, and her sweet body shivered at the sound of the words. “You’re going to be such a fucking good girl for me. And you’re going to do exactly as I say.”
She moaned again, her body twisting under my cruel touch, so eager for more.
“Ah ah ah,” I reminded her. “You need to ask for permission first, chérie. I’m not just going to let you fucking have it. You have to work for it, my pretty girl.”
“Please,” she begged. “I need to come, I need to be yours, I need to have it. Let me…”
“Let you?” I repeated, a smile tugging on the corners of my lips as my fingers curled even deeper, eliciting moan after moan from her mouth. “Beg some more, chérie. Convince me this is what you need.”
“I need it,” she managed. “I need it, Olivier, I need to be your princess, your chérie, I need to be your slut, please, just let me, fucking let me, I’ll die for it… Die for you…”
I chuckled, a low grumble in my throat as I kissed her feverish forehead. “Come for me, chérie. I want to see you coming apart at the seams. Fucking do it, beautiful.”
She whimpered and then she was coming in a flurry of gasps, moans and whispers of my name. Her pussy clenched around me like a vice, holding me captive deep inside her, feeling the impact of her orgasm on my curled-up fingers. She soaked me, her juices running down my hand all the way to my wrist.