“Do it,” he growled, and I couldn’t help myself anymore.
I mewled when my pussy started gushing. I covered him. I raised a shaky hand to my eyes, the other trembling above my pussy as showered us both in my own arousal. He laughed at me then, throwing his head back and forcing me to stay down, his cock buried inside me to the hilt.
“That’s right,” he growled. “You’re such a good squirter. Now slather my cock, chérie. I want it fucking creamy with your cunt. Do it. Do it, baby.”
“Yes!” I cried out, knowing I couldn’t stop it anymore. “God, yes. Please!”
“Good girl,” he growled. “That’s right, my little slut. Look at you, holy shit...”
I thought I’d pass out from it. The force of my orgasm threatened to make me lose consciousness, but he held me up by my hips and forced every drop of his own cum into my body.
“Gonna knock you up one of these days,” he groaned in my ear. “Take that seed, baby. Feel how deep I am? I’m in your womb, you perfect little slut.”
“Pull out,” I begged helplessly, making him laugh in my face.
“Pull out?” he repeated, shifting me in his lap and starting to pull me off him. I mewled in protest, but he didn’t stop. He spurted inside me moments before his cock slipped out, and I cried at the loss.
Cum leaked out of me, all over his lap. In my desperation, I reached for it, gathering his seed on my fingers and pushing it back inside me. Olivier groaned at the sight.
He positioned me between his feet, shivering, naked and terrified. Like on autopilot, my mouth found his cock and I sucked him clean. I tasted my own pussy mixing with his seed, and it made me feel filthier than I ever had.
He almost wanted to knock me up.
The thought was forbidden. Wrong. Exciting.
He toyed with my hair while I cleaned him, the Queen’s crown still on my head.
“You’re going to go back to your room,” he said. “You won’t tell a soul about this. Once you’re in your room, lie on your back, with your legs against the headboard.”
My heart was pounding. “Why?”
He took my chin in his hands, his lips a few inches away from mine.
“Because I want that cum leaking into you,” he told me. “Because I want to make sure the next time I see you, you’re fucking knocked up from having my cock fill you with baby batter, chérie.”
Chapter Fifteen
Olivier
On Saturday morning, I woke up with a big grin on my face and a cock that still hardened at the thought of Amber riding me into orgasm after orgasm.
I got up with a smile. It was the day of the new royal challenge, and even though I had a feeling the women wouldn’t like this one, I was excited.
After breakfast, which I had alone, I joined my mother outside the girls’ quarters. Things were a little awkward between us, and she kept glancing at me out of the corners of her eyes.
“I don’t want to talk about last night,” I told her plainly. “You can save your judgment for another day, mother.”
“I wasn’t going to say anything,” she muttered, shooting me an apologetic look. “Olivier, let’s just get this day over with. Maybe you’ll learn something new about the women, too.”
She didn’t need to say her name. I knew her statement was about Amber. She was almost giddy at the prospect of my girl coming crashing down.
“Ready?” I asked, and she gave a small nod before we walked into the room.
The women quieted down when we entered, their eyes going to mine and curtsying politely for me. I bowed my head at them and took a seat at the front of the group along with my mother. My eyes sought out Amber among the others, and our eyes connected in a heated gaze. There was so much I wanted to say, do to her. But I settled for a smirk and a wink, that I was sure didn’t go unnoticed by my mother.
“It’s time for a new royal challenge,” my mother said, beaming wide. “Today, we’ll be doing something a little different… we want to know everything about you. Even the things you’re too ashamed to tell us. As a royal, you will soon learn to deal with skeletons in your closet. We thought today was the best moment to start.”
The girls’ doubtful eyes followed me as I added, “We’d like you to dig, and dig deep. Find the most scandalous hidden secrets of the other girls in the competition, and reveal them for the rest of us. You will be judged accordingly to your performance today.”
“So you want us to expose one another?” Safiya asked, her eyebrows shooting up. My mother glared at her, probably displeased with the way she’d spoken to me. “I don’t like to gossip. Are you sure this is a good idea?”
“Are you questioning us?” the Queen asked icily, and Safiya’s eyes widened at her threatening tone. “I can assure you, we know what we’re doing. Now, are you ready to move on with the task or should we send you home already, Mademoiselle Tammam?”
Safiya blushed, the redness spreading over her cheeks and décolletage. She didn’t say another word, pursing her lips and exchanging glances with Zara. My eyes found Amber amidst the other girls again. I tried to reassure her that things would be okay, but she seemed terrified.
Why is she so afraid? I thought absent-mindedly. I already know all there is to know about her.
I wasn’t irresponsible. I’d done my research of sweet little Amber Jonathan, becoming familiar with her story, her strengths and her weaknesses. Whatever she had to hide, there was a good chance I knew about it already.
“You will have three hours,” the Queen went on. “For this challenge only, we’ll allow you to use the internet. You can dig to find any secret or speak to the other girls, whatever you deem will help you most.”
“At the end of your time,” I went on. “You will present your findings in front of us and the other women. Now, good luck. Make sure to dig deep.”
“What if we don’t want to play?”
I looked at her, standing up in front of me. Her eyes were blazing with fire, her bottom lip quivering. Her fiery red hair was like a halo around her head, and there was a hint of blue under her eyes, telling everyone that she hadn’t slept much. But only I knew why that was… only I knew she’d spent her night on top of me.
“Don’t want to play?” my mother repeated with raised eyebrows, and then let out a low chuckle. “Why wouldn’t you want to play?”
“I don’t feel comfortable betraying my friends,” Amber responded, and a low murmur of whispers went through the room.
“Quiet!” my mother snapped, pursing her lips. She took a step toward Amber, her eyes burning with unspoken hatred. “You will play, of course. You must reveal a secret about one of the girls, or you risk being eliminated yourself. We are not going to play favorites. If you don’t participate in the challenges, you’re out of the running.”
Amber’s eyes found mine, asking for reassurance, but I remained silent. I didn’t want to take her side. For once, I agreed with my mother, mostly because I was a sick fuck and wanted to see whom my girl would expose.
“You have two hours and fifty-three minutes,” the Queen added coolly. “You can thank your little friend here for the wasted time.”