Page 33 of The Princess's Pet

“Don’t you want to touch me?” she asked.

“Yes,” I told her, my voice was low, finding it difficult to speak, already feeling drugged by my arousal.

“Then why aren’t you?” she questioned.

And at her permission, I pushed my hands under her top to feel her warm skin. I squeezed at the flesh of her waist and taut muscle, slowly rising to run over her ribs. She arched her back, pushing her chest towards me as my hands grazed the sides of her breasts.

I watched as her eyes began to glow, molten silver staring back. Growing in confidence, I more fully took hold of her in my hands. Her head fell back, elongating her neck, and I sat forward, my lips attacking her neck with a hunger I had been trying to control but could suppress no more. Her skin tasted clean from her bath and something wonderful, uniquely of the Princess. And when she moaned, the sound travelled through me to my core. I wanted to feel and taste every inch of her skin. I wanted to be the reason the Princess moaned like that forever.

“Oh, pet,” she said, surprised when my teeth found her skin. Her hand curled a fist at the back of my head and pulled me away from her neck. I was panting as she stared down at me with analmost wicked smile gracing her lips. “Who knew the kitten had a little bite in her,” she commented, amused, before she brought her mouth roughly to mine.

Her hands found the edge of my top, fingers pulling it up my body, and she broke the kiss while I removed my hands from her, to allow her to pull the top off over my head. I had dressed in simple loungewear, foregoing a bra in favour of comfort, and was momentarily self-conscious when the Princess discarded my top and sat back in my lap, to look at me. Her hands stopped me before I could raise my arms to cover myself.

“Don’t hide from me, pet,” she commanded softly. “You’re absolutely delectable.”

The Princess purred, the vibrations rumbling in her chest. Her hands released me and moved to her top, she slowly pulled it off. The way the Princess moved was so captivating, any self-conscious thoughts I had were forgotten. She was beyond perfection. Her breasts were round and full, erect pink nipples surrounded by darker areola, a taut stomach tensing with her movements.

I looked up into molten silver, my hands reaching out to her waist. “Can I?” I knew what I wanted, my eyes falling to my desire, but words left me. Her hand wrapped back in my hair, forcing my head back to look up at her.

“Do you like what you see, pet?” she husked, her free hand running down my throat.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I answered wetting my lips.

“And do you want to please me with your pretty mouth?” she continued.

“Yes, please, Ma’am,” I answered, unconsciously leaning forward, and the Princess laughed as I was stopped by her fist in my hair. She pulled my head back, leaning down for a quick, fierce kiss, and when she pulled away, she guided my head to her chest.

My arms wrapped around her back, my fingers digging into her strong shoulders. My mouth found her nipple, my hot tongue running over, and my teeth gently biting down. The Princess’s breath hitched, and she moaned, pressing herself further into me. I sucked and licked and teased until she pulled me back and guided me to her neglected breast. I was in heaven, the taste and feel of the Princess filling all my senses, and her laboured breaths and soft guttural moans spurring me on.

I whined in protest when she pulled me away from her. She lifted my chin, her hand rough on my jaw.

She pushed herself off me, falling beside me on the couch, and turning in the same movement to pull me into her lap.

“My little pet, so greedy for me,” she teased, her mouth at my ear, one hand around my waist, the other coming up to knead my breasts.

I felt like my entire body was on fire as she licked down my throat and bit at my pulse. She pinched and twisted my nipples until I was a moaning mess, and then her hand travelled down my stomach to cup me through my clothing.

“Remove your leggings and panties,” she commanded as she nibbled at my ear.

And there was no hesitation as I lifted my hips and began to wriggle my leggings and panties down my legs. The Princess helped me remove them when they got tangled at my ankles.

“Good girl,” she praised as she dropped my clothing to the floor. Her hand ran up my leg and to the inside of my thigh, closer and closer to the apex of my legs. And when she reached her goal and gripped me hard, I felt my wetness flooding.

She hummed against my neck, teeth nipping at my pulse point. She ran a finger through my wet folds, and I bucked desperately for more of her touch.

“Mistress, please, please,” I begged.

“You’re so wet, pet. All for me,” she spoke into my neck and continued to tease my pussy, thumb brushing over my clit and fingers pressing at my entrance but never entering.

“Please, Princess, please, I need more,” I begged and groaned, my hips bucking desperately.

“Such a little whore for me,” she commented humorously, her thumb pressing harder against my clit. “Tell me, pet, who do you belong to?” she demanded.

“You,” I whispered through my desire.

“Who owns this pussy?” she asked, pinching my clit between her fingers.

“You, Ma’am, only you,” I hissed out, her actions painful but glorious all at once.

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