Page 27 of The Princess's Pet

All during the lecture on finance or economics or business or something to do with money; I wasn’t sure, all I knew was it was another very long and boring lecture, the Princess never once looked at me or casually touched me. Surely, I was more interesting than the lecture. But not even a glance, or an accidental look in my direction.

I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to demand she look at me or run away and find somewhere I could cry alone. Why did it hurt so much to be ignored by the Princess in favour of some fancy lord, when she had made it very clear she didn’t want anything from me other than what my body could provide? She had even told me the night before that she wouldn’t have come for me if she didn’t have to. So why, knowing all this, did my throat hold a lump as I held back tears? Why was I so easily upset now?

When the lecture ended and everyone stood, I once again trailed behind the Princess and Lord Halvorsen.

She laughed and touched his arm “I have enjoyed your company this afternoon,” she told him as we descended the stairs at the entrance to the building, and a little terrible part of me thought about pushing him from behind.

When a car arrived for us, I opened the door for her, again to no acknowledgement, and got in the other side. But once in the privacy of the car, the screen between the driver and back seats closed, she turned her liquid silver stare to me, and the knot of anxiety that had been building within me the past couple of hours unravelled.

Her hand reached out, wrapping around my waist and pulling me across the back seats closer to her.

“I can’t wait to get you home,” she whispered in my ear.

“You’re not upset with me, Ma’am?” I asked carefully, liking the feel of how her arm tightened around me.

“Oh, I’m upset, little pet,” she answered with a laugh. “But I won’t be soon.” And I found myself swallowing at her promise.

When we were home and the heavy door shut behind us, she turned on me. Her hand fisted in my hair, drawing my face up to hers, and she nipped at my jaw before descending to my neck.

“I should drain you now and be done with this inconvenience,” she hissed against my neck. “But you smell too good,” she added, and my heart was hammering against my chest.

Releasing my hair, she shrugged out of her blazer and untied her tie, before throwing it to the ground. Her long fingers moved to her shirt buttons.

“Don’t look away,” she commanded when I began to turn my head. “Watch,” she clarified as she slowly undid the buttons, and shrugged out of the shirt too.

The Princess stood in only a lacy black bra and her trousers. My mouth was dry as my eyes raked over her torso. Smooth skin and a hint of muscle under the flesh.

“Now your turn,” the Princess said, and threw herself carelessly down on the couch, legs provocatively apart as she watched me. “I’m not the patient type, pet,” she continued when I didn’t move.

I felt self-conscious as I pulled off my blazer and struggled with my tie. The Princess had undressed in a way that left me practically breathless, and I couldn’t even take off a tie without almost choking myself. But her steely eyes never left me as I followed her command, and they held no mirth.

When I had finally undone the last button on my shirt, my fingers refusing to cooperate the entire time, I met her gaze as I pulled the shirt from my arms and dropped it at my feet. Her eyes flashed, and her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

“Everything apart from your underwear,” she commanded.

I tried to swallow, my throat feeling tight. My hands shakily found my trousers and unfastened them. I kicked off my shoes and allowed the trousers to drop, stepping out of them.

“Good girl,” she purred, leaning forward. And the praise seemed to heat my whole body.

“Come here and lay across my lap,” she gave another command, and I followed mindlessly, unthinking of the strange position she had me in.

Her arm came down firmly against my lower back, locking me in place. Her other hand rubbed the round cheeks of my ass, and my breath hitched.

“What am I to do with you?” she asked while she grabbed a handful of my flesh, and I let a small moan out. “You were part of quite the scene today. Every time I leave you alone you seem to cause a stir of some sort.” She continued to knead my flesh.

“Sorry, Ma’am,” I apologised, the words leaving my lips in a breathy whisper.

She laughed. “You will be,” she told me seriously. And then the room was filled with the sound of flesh hitting flesh, before I felt the delayed sting of her strike across my backside. My body jolted forward, and I released a surprised gasp.

It was only then that I realised the position I was in. I had never been spanked before, and apparently, I was too consumed with my arousal to even wonder why the Princess would want me across her lap.

“How was that, pet?” she asked unemotionally, her hand rubbing where she had struck.

“Uh, I wasn’t expecting it.” She laughed.

“How did it feel?” she clarified.

“It stung,” I answered, feeling myself begin to wiggle in her grasp, the realisation that she would likely spank me again dawning on me far too slowly.

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