“I’m no one’s property,” I ground out. “I’m a person!”
“No,” he spat out. “You’re a toy, Amber. Just accept it.”
“You don’t get to treat me this way,” I cried out. “I’m not for sale?”
He laughed at that.
“You should talk to your friend Rose,” he smirked at me. “Ask her about the pretty jewels she got when I paid her husband for your tight little ass.”
“They bought me clothes with the money you paid at the auction,” I snapped, blushing.
“That’s not the only money they got for you,” Olivier informed me. “I paid them for a month of your company. If I decide to keep you, I will have to pay an even bigger sum to a certain Rueben Thorn. Maybe it rings a bell?”
My heart was pounding as he laughed out loud.
“And now my baby has gone quiet,” he tutted, his fingers slipping my nightdress off my shoulders, over my hips and down to the ground. I shivered before him, completely naked. “You don’t want to know how much?”
“N-No,” I managed. “Don’t tell me anything.”
“What then?” he asked. “Want me to take you back to your room? Tuck you in like a precious little china doll and save the filthy, nasty things I want to do to you until I put a ring on your finger and a crown on your head?”
“No,” I replied, looking him in the eyes. “Fuck me like you wouldn’t fuck your wife. Fuck me like you’d fuck a girl you paid good money for.”
His eyes sparkled with delight and he gave me a barely perceptible nod.
Then in a flash, I was pulled up by my hair again. He dragged me after him, out of the treasury, still with the crown on my head, and into the throne room. I froze, digging my heels into the plush crimson carpet when we entered.
“I shouldn’t be in here,” I hissed at him.
“Don’t argue,” he barked back.
My body went slack. I responded to his orders like it was the most natural thing in the world. I followed him inside, watching him sit on the raised throne and motion for me to drop to my knees.
“Mouth first,” he growled, taking my chin in his hands. “I’m going to wash out the taste of my brother with my cock, you got that, chérie?”
I nodded, and he unzipped his dress pants, pulling out that huge cock. Precum dripped off his tip and I crawled up on the stairs leading to his throne and let him smear it all over my lips.
“Open wide,” he ordered, and I did as he asked. “Now fucking work. Show me those skills I fucking paid for, your little slut.”
My body was ready to please him, and I bobbed my head on his cock, sucking him down so deep I felt his tip throbbing in my throat. I felt my own spit dribbling out of my mouth, landing on my tits. I sucked him hard, hollowing out my cheeks and doing anything for those growls of approval he let out occasionally. I was eager for him to fill my mouth, kissing and licking and nuzzling his cock until precum was filling my mouth.
“Fill me up,” I begged him, licking a line down his tip to his balls and making him shiver. “I want to taste you.”
“No,” he replied, his voice hoarse as he pulled me back by my hair, holding his dick at the base. Long strands of my own spit stretched between his cockhead and my lips. “Look at it, chérie. I want you to worship this cock. I want you to climb on top of me and ride it. Will you be a good slut for me?”
“Yes,” I breathed, choking on my dribble.
His hands found the bare globes of my ass and he lifted me on top of him. His cockhead poked at my entrance and I felt my snatch leak over him, prompting him to laugh out loud at me.
“Desperate,” he muttered. “Such a desperate little girl.”
The nickname his brother had used for me made me blush and filled me with determination. I forced myself on his cock, sliding down until he was firmly inside me. He groaned at the feeling of my tight channel squeezing him for all his worth and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“You think you rule me?” I asked him in a throaty whisper. “You are my Prince… and I will do as you say. But right now, you’re at my mercy.”
He laughed again, saying, “It’s adorable that you think that, baby.”
“I know it,” I purred, reaching down to fondle his balls before I bounced on his cock, just once. “I know your taste. Young, pretty, curvy. I know you can’t resist me.”
“You sure about that?” he mocked me, and I bounced again. And again. And again. He groaned out loud, his hands going behind his head. “Let me watch you fuck yourself on my dick, Amber. Look into my eyes, I want to see you coming.”
I placed my hands behind my back, crossing them, and let my hips do the work. My eyes were locked with his, burning with desire as he smirked at me.
“You don’t want a love story,” he told me with a knowing grin. “You just want to be owned, don’t you, chérie? You want that pretty pussy to have an owner? You want a collar and a leash? You want a real man, baby?”
“Yes,” I breathed, rocking myself up and down. His cock was thick, throbbing inside me. I wanted to feel it ooze every bit of its cum inside me. I wanted to milk it and clean it all up later.
“A real man who will treat you like a slut.”
“Yes,” I said again. “More.”
“I’m going to shower you in jewels,” he muttered. “And my cum. I want to see you covered. You’ll wear nothing but a collar. And you’ll always have a swollen belly, because I’m going to put a baby in it every chance I get.”
I reached forward, bracing against him as I pumped my pussy over his cock. He groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair and regulating my rhythm.
“What else?” I purred, feeling my orgasm build. I was going to cover his lap in my own juice if I wasn’t careful. “What else are you going to do to me?”
“Parade you around town,” he hissed when my pussy swallowed him up inch by inch. “In nothing but your collar and heels. Make everyone watch.”
“And then?”
“And then let them use you.”
I stopped, but he wouldn’t let me. As if anticipating my reaction, his hands found my ass and he slammed me down his thickness again and again. I felt myself spurting, cream covering his cock and my cheeks flushing as I let out animalistic cries.
“That’s right, little girl,” he said. “I know that’s what my brother calls you, chérie.”
“Stop,” I begged. “Don’t call me that.”
“But you love it,” he feigned innocence. “Look at that pussy, baby. Look at you creaming my cock like you were made for it. You’re going to squirt, aren’t you?”
“N-No,” I lied.
“No?” he repeated, mocking me. “Not even if I do this?”
His finger brushed my clit and my body bucked.
“Don’t,” I begged.
“I think I will,” he replied, stroking my while I rocked on his cock.
I let out a helpless cry. His fingers were rough, insistent. He massaged my most sensitive spot while I rode myself into an earth-shattering orgasm.
“Stop,” I begged him one last time. “I’m going to-”