Page 36 of The Princess's Pet

“Come here, pet,” she demanded, and I stood extremely self-conscious at my lack of clothing.

The Princess pulled me into her, her hand tight at my hip.

“Oh my, Selene, you never mentioned that under that servant uniform, your little pet was so edible,” Clara commented and I kept my eyes on the toes of my bare feet.

“Very edible indeed, my friend,” the Princess replied, her free hand coming up to move my hair behind my shoulder and reveal her bite and hickeys.

“I’m jealous, I need to find myself a source as pleasing as you have. You’re absolutely glowing in your bloodhigh,” Clara complimented.

“Sit, Clara, I’ll give you a few minutes to argue your case,” the Princess instructed and Clara sat legs crossed at one side of the long couch.

The Princess sat at the other side, pulling me down in her lap, her hand going under my top to rest on my stomach. I felt like I was on display as her lips found my neck and nipped at her bite. And it was so horribly demeaning, but still, heat rose within me at the Princess’s touch even as I heard Clara giggle a few feet away.

“Careful, Selene, your pet looks like she might pass out,” Clara commented and the Princess left my neck. I could feel her eyes on me before I felt her responding chuckle.

“I do enjoy bringing such sweet blood to the surface,” the Princess commented. “Clara, now tell me, why are you so invested in my attending the Spring Festival? What has Lord Halvorsen offered you in exchange for your efforts to encourage me to his desires?” she asked more seriously, but I could hear the smile she wore in her voice.

“Nothing, nothing, dear friend,” Clara began.

“I’m bloodhigh, not a fool, you’ve never been so interested in my love life or courting, and yet here you are at my home to beg me to attend the Spring Festival on behalf of Lord Halvorsen,”the Princess said sternly, but her hand began to stroke my stomach.

“I’m sorry, my Princess. His brother, Lord Halvorsen, offers his younger brothers' hand in marriage if I help sway my Royal Highness to but accept his courting,” Clara admitted, sounding remorseful.

“I’m disappointed in you, Clara,” the Princess said, but she sounded disinterested. Her free hand began to stroke the inside of my thigh, fingers creeping under the shorts that only covered half my thighs.

“Please, Selene, my house is small, I don’t have the influence to gain a proposal from the house of Halvorsen on my own. My mother is demanding I find a suitor to marry before graduation or she’ll arrange for me. When Lord Halvorsen approached me, it was an opportunity I couldn’t pass by. He only wants the chance to court you,” Clara pled.

“And you sell your relationship with me for so little. If you had only come to me with your concerns, I would have helped find you a match of good standing. Now you have sullied our relationship beyond repair, I’m afraid that I will never be able to trust your intentions again. There will forever be a strain between us now,” the Princess explained, her chin coming to rest on my shoulder.

“Please, my Royal Highness, forgive me my weakness,” Clara spoke, sounding like she might cry.

“I may forgive you, but never trust you again. You may leave now.”

Clara stood, not speaking another word and I heard her leave and the guard close the heavy door.

“Just you and me again,” the Princess whispered in my ear, and a shiver ran down my spine.

Her hand on my stomach moved higher, tauntingly. My breath hitched as she finally found my breast, her thumb sweeping over my nipple, hardening the bud instantly.

“Fuck,” I moaned, pushing my chest further into her hand. Her hand at my thigh pulled back and swatted the inside of my thigh hard. I yelped in surprise.

“Language, pet, I thought you were my good girl?” she spoke against the juncture of my throat.

“Sorry, Ma’am,” I husked out as she groped me.

She hummed against my skin, kissing lightly up to my ear. “I think it’s time I took you to bed proper,” she spoke softly, and my core clenched at her voice made rough with lust.

She stood carrying me bridal style with ease into the bedroom and threw me to the centre of the bed. I bounced as I landed and couldn’t help my surprised giggle. She smiled brightly, eyes still glowing, and began to crawl towards me.

The boyfriend shirt she wore, only half-buttoned, fell off her shoulder, revealing the strap of her bra and half her cleavage. I couldn’t look away as she moved to me in a feline fashion on her hands and knees. I pushed myself back up the bed but stopped when my head met the pillow. She growled playfully as she crawled up to me, straddling my hips.

“There’s no escape, pet,” she purred, as she looked down at me. “You’re all mine now,” she added her fingers unbuttoning and discarding her shirt slowly. I was captivated, my upper body rising and my hands slowly reaching for the straps of her bra.

“May I?” I asked softly, and she smiled before her hands took my face and she kissed me.

“You may,” she answered as she pulled away. With care, I slowly pushed down one strap of her bra, my lips pressing againsther skin with the adoration I felt. I followed the same process with her other shoulder. She unclasped her bra at her back and allowed me to pull the garment free from her body.

Her hands found my face again, pulling me in for a breathless kiss, her teeth pulling at my lower lip. Her hands removed my top, tossing it to the floor and finding my breasts roughly while crashing her lips back to mine. I moaned into the kiss, my arms coming up to wrap around the Princess’s neck.

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