Page 45 of Downfall of a Princess

“Is it here where the river hands touch you in your fantasy, Princess?” Salas whispered between licks and nibbles to my nipple that sent steady bursts of arousal through my body.

How quickly he’d taken over my fantasy.

And how accurately he’d made it a reality.

“Yes, right there...” A wave of pleasure rolled through me, quickly followed by another one, longer and building up in intensity.

Salas’s touch proved better than a million disembodied hands. He played my body with more skill than even my mind could direct it.

I whimpered, raising my hips into his caress.

“Harder?” He rubbed faster. “Do you want the hands to invade you, own you, rip you to pieces, then put you back together again? Do you want me to make you come, sweetheart?”

I trembled in need. My fingers fisted into the sheets, I thrust my hips into his touch.

“Salas... I...”

“I know, Princess.” Kissing my breast, he set my orgasm free with his hand.

The explosion of pleasure rendered me speechless. I shut my eyes, letting it take me. For a few blissful moments, the world fell away.

And when I opened my eyes, I found Salas watching me. A gentle smile played on his lips as his hand worked me, tenderly bringing me down from the height of climax. But despite his best effort, I didn’t go down gently. I plummeted.

“Don’t.” I circled his wrist, yanking his hand off me.

The fog of lust evaporated. Reality rushed in, and it wasn’t soft or sweet. Earlier, there had been something exciting about being at my most vulnerable with someone else in the room. Now, it felt more awkward than anything. I grabbed an edge of a blanket and pulled it over my naked body, shielding it from him.

This was the first time I’d orgasmed in someone else’s presence.

Why didn’t I feel elated like I did after our first kiss?

Maybe because he just watched instead of panting and sweating through his own orgasm with me? For a few moments, I lost control completely when he didn’t. The feeling I had now was similar to if I were the only naked person in a crowd.

“Have the hands in the river pleased you?” He kissed my shoulder as I turned to my side, facing away from him.

Now, he also knew one of my fantasies that I had never shared with anyone before. I had opened a door for Salas that wasn’t meant to be open for anyone, and there was no longer a way for me to close it.

He stroked my arm, and it took all I had not to shake his hand off me. It’d be petty and unfair to punish him for things he had no clue about.

It wasn't his fault that his mentioning of “hands” now brought forth the memories of many other hands that had touched me against my will. Rough, eager, unskilled hands that took without giving.

“Boys will be boys.”It was always said with a smile to excuse even the most outrageous behavior as a “phase,” a normal stage of growth.

The boys at my school always ran in packs, like hyenas. For fun. And for added courage during their attacks. They laughed like hyenas too. The sound cut my hearing, as if they were here. Or worse, as if I was suddenly transported back into the past, into the world I thought I’d left behind for good.

I pressed my hands over my ears to block the sound.

“Princess?” Salas’s concerned voice reached me through the cacophony of noises in my head.

“I wasn’t always a princess...” I exhaled a breath, the words trailing out of my mouth with it.

Were they loud enough for him to hear?

It didn’t matter. I wasn’t even sure if I kept on talking or if the memories just thundered through my brain, images morphing into words for the first time ever.

It happened practically over summer, when my body changed. I got my first period a few months earlier. I grew taller. Got boobs. It was all so new to me. My body didn’t even feel like my own. In my mind, I was still the same kid I was last year, playing hopscotch and jumping rope. But they looked at me and saw someone else. Not even a someone. Just something. Something to grab and rub themselves against until they came.

I wasn’t the only one. All girls had it happen to them. The teachers would yell at the boys if they got caught, but nothing was done to stop them from doing it again.

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