She was close, and we both knew it, but I had no intention of stopping there.
"Keep your arms above your head," I ordered her, my own hands going to her nipples, tweaking those hard little peaks until she was moaning, begging for more. I showed her no mercy. I tortured her gorgeous body into a shivering, loud orgasm that rang through the dining room.
She came down from it with her pussy convulsing on my cock.
"That's right, chérie," I groaned in her ear. "It feels so fucking good to fuck a coming cunt, Amber. And it's only sweeter because it's yours. Are you going to take my load?"
"Yes," she whispered. "Fuck it into me, Your Highness."
"You're going to take it all," I told her, feeling myself getting close, my cock throbbing with the need to be emptied where it belonged. "And I'm going to watch you scoop it up with your little fingers and lick up every drop. Got it?"
"Yes, Your Highness," she whispered. Then, before I could react, her hand went down and wrapped around my length, feeling the spot where I was fucking her and gasping when she felt her own wetness. It was enough to drive me over the edge, and I buried myself inside her to the hilt, reveling in her little gasps and moans as another orgasm ripped through her body. I knew it was going to happen, and my cock started leaking its creamy cum right into her as she held onto my girth, squeezing, milking it with both her fingers and her cunt.
She didn't stop too soon. My little girl kept going until she was filled up to the brim, until I was the one groaning, almost ready to ask her to stop. And when I pulled out, she plugged her hole with her own fingers, her eyes on mine as she brought them to her lips, licking up my juices off her fingertips.
"Fucking perfection," I groaned as she got off the table, kneeling before me and cleaning my cock for good measure. "I'm going to marry you, chérie."
"You better," she whispered before filling her mouth with me and licking me clean. I braced my hands on her shoulders and let her have her reward.
Chapter Eleven
Amber
“You’d think they’d let us rest on a Sunday,” Safiya whispered in my ear.
I gave her a small nod before returning my attention to the maid, Melanie, standing in front of us. All the women had been told to gather in the common room where we were supposed to receive instructions for our next royal challenge.
I was nervous and excited in equal parts as I faced Melanie, my blood pumping through my veins. I just hoped the Queen wouldn’t be part of this challenge like she had with the last one. The thought of the doctor’s exam still gave me the creeps.
“The court would like to present you with your next challenge,” Melanie said, beaming with pride. “I will take you with me for the test, one by one. The rest of you can wait here until the test is over.”
She looked right at me and motioned for me to follow her.
“Amber, this way, please.”
A murmur of whispers filled the room as I followed Melanie out of the room. I gave the others one last look over my shoulder with my heart pounding harder than ever. I had no idea what lay in store, but given the most recent challenge, I had reason enough to be worried.
Melanie stopped in the hallway leading away from our wing, waiting for me to catch up. Her grey eyes were bright and sparkling as they met mine, and we smiled at one another. I’d grown fond of her – she was always eager to please those of us who had the common sense to treat her nicely.
“Don’t worry,” she said, winking at me. “I’m sure you can pass this one. Pas de problème!”
“I’m not so certain,” I smiled in response. “The last challenge was awful.”
“Well, I don’t think the Queen will be present, if that makes you feel better,” Melanie whispered, glancing down the hallway to make sure nobody overheard. “And to be honest, it’s very obvious you’re the prince’s favorite.”
I blushed at her words, remembering mine and Olivier’s night in the dining hall after he’d told everyone else to leave. My fingertips ghosted over my stomach. He’d fucked me bare… I could be pregnant already. Now that would be a royal scandal.
“Thank you,” I managed. “Do you know what the next challenge is?”
“You’ll see soon enough,” she replied with a kind smile before continuing down the hallway. I was quick to follow, wondering why she was being so mysterious but brimming with excitement. Maybe the horrific challenges were over and now it was time to have some fun.
We came to a stop in front of large double doors, intricately carved with a scene I instantly recognized.
“Is this from Alice in Wonderland?” I gasped, my fingers brushing against the beautiful wood. The scene was from the mad tea party, with Alice sitting at the head of the table and the rest of her party scattered around. It was gorgeous – a moment of madness caught in the most traditional of places. I loved it.
“It is indeed.”
I turned around in the direction of the voice, my eyes widening when I came face-to-face with a face I still very much remembered. A face that filled me with curiosity.
“Bruno!” I said with a wide smile, glancing at Melanie who wore a pretty grin herself. She curtsied before retreating down the hallway. “What are you doing here?”
“Let’s just say I’m part of the challenge today,” he told me with that dark, brooding smile I was starting to think of as his signature. “And I insisted on seeing you first.”
I took a long look at him, drinking in his chiseled features, the dark hair peppered with grey, his smoldering eyes. He was an incredibly handsome man yet so very different to the Prince. I could hardly believe they were related.
“Well, in that case, I’m very flattered,” I smiled, and he returned the expression.
That day, he was wearing a navy-blue suit with a shirt casually unbuttoned at the top. I could see a hint of dark hair on his chest, only a smattering, but it made me think of things that forced a blush back on my cheeks. He was as handsome as ever, and I was glad I’d decided to dress up that morning as his eyes turned to me, appreciatively gliding over the outfit I’d chosen.
“Shall we?” he asked, reaching for the stunning doors. I nodded and followed him into one of the most beautiful rooms I’d seen in the castle so far.
The entire room was made of cherrywood, with a large spiral staircase leading to the upper floor. The walls were adorned with books upon books upon books, tome after tome of stories I’d known and loved as a child. A large sunroof window made the interior of the room sparkle as the morning sun shone in. It was a sight for sore eyes, and I gasped at the beauty of the room.
“This is incredible!” I told Bruno, marveling at some of the volumes on the shelves. “Are they all classics?”
“Mostly,” he responded, coming up behind me. “Classics and a whole lot of fairytales. All the children’s favorites.”
“Did you spend a lot of time here as a child?” I asked. I liked this new side of Bruno, the side that was more talkative and open, ready to speak about more than just the bare necessities.
“I did,” he replied. “My father brought me here often.”