Page 44 of The Princess's Pet

My hands held onto her at her ribs as she devoured my neck, one hand back in my hair holding me still the other gripping my thigh hard.

Within only a few minutes I was a moaning mess pressing my core as tightly to the Princess as I could, desperate for some friction. She growled against my neck and I cried out as I felt the quick rush of pain as her fangs broke my skin. She became still for a moment, only a couple beats of my quick heart, before I felt her pull her fangs free of my skin and her hot tongue ran over the wound. She did not drink from me. I was lost somewhere between fear and pain and ecstasy and desperately needing her to continue.

And she did continue pulling my head to the opposite side and beginning the same treatment that ended with another excruciatingly wonderful rush of pain as she broke my skin in another bite. She pulled away and looked at me, eyes glowing molten silver, fangs extended, my blood at the corner of her mouth, and I’d never wanted to kiss her more. I leaned forward, ignoring the painful fist in my scalp and kissed her hard, my hands moving to hold her face.

She kissed me back with far more force than I could give, leaving me utterly breathless and hungry for more before pulling away to remove my ruined sweater. Her mouth attacked my decolletage, sharp teeth nipping at thin skin before she moved to my breasts. Her treatment was rough, grabbing hard at my flesh. Her tongue soothed where her teeth had been cruel.

“Mistress, please,” I begged my hips rocking forward. I could feel how hot and wet I had become between my legs and I needed her. I looked down at her mouth around me. She pulled away, sucking hard as she did and I hissed in pleasure.

“You think you’re getting off, pet?” she asked humorously, that wicked grin that spurred me on at her lips.

“Yeah?” I breathed out confused and hopeful. She laughed again leaning forward and sinking her fangs into the side flesh of my left breast. It was far more painful than at my neck and I screamed at the unexpected action but the pain quickly gave way to a wave of bliss.

“This is a marking, pet,” the Princess growled out when she pulled away from me. She flipped our position, with me laid out on the couch, the Princess between my legs.

Her fingers ran under the waistband of my joggers. Her lips placed wet kisses against my stomach and the heat and anticipation had me lifting my hips to help the Princess. She removed my joggers and panties in one swift motion. Her head bent to my pussy and she inhaled deeply.

“Your arousal is almost as consuming as your blood,” she said and I felt her hot breath puff against me.

“Please, Ma’am,” I begged again trying to lift my hips towards her, but one strong hand landed on my lower stomach pinning me to the couch beneath.

“Try not to squirm too much, pet, it’ll hurt more if you do.” She said and I was too far gone in my desire to register fully what she had said.

I felt like I would explode when a hot, wet tongue ran through my folds and I threw my head back hard against the couch, moaning loudly.

Her hands lifted one of my legs up and over her shoulder her head turning to kiss and nip at my delicate and sensitive inner thigh. She didn’t spend long teasing the flesh before I was crying out as her fangs once again broke my skin and sank into my flesh, followed by that wave of bliss. She quickly turned her attention to my other leg and there was no pleasure before her fangs again plunged into me.

She pulled back, glowing silver capturing me, and smiled deviously before dipping her head and I felt her lick the wounds clean.

She crawled back up my heated body and I was beyond desperate for her. I tried to touch her, but she grabbed my wrists and held them above my head, lowering her lips to my ear. “You’re properly marked now, pet.” She placed a kiss beneath my ear before removing herself from me and standing.

I lay there breathing hard, trying to make my mind work past the lust and desire. I looked at her, glowing silver meeting me, and she smiled softly for a moment her hand reaching out offering to help me sit up. I took the offered hand and she pulled me into a seated position.

“I’m going to have a bath. I need to be away from your sent for a while, to calm down,” she told me softly her thumb caressing my cheek and I was only just catching up to the fact that she wasn’t going to touch me more or help take care of the messy wetness between my legs. My face must have given away my upset because she laughed. “Bratty girls, don’t get rewarded,” she said seriously. “No touching yourself, I’ll know if you do. When I return, I’ll take care of your wounds.”

She left me. Left me there in complete shock or confusion or something like unfulfilled desperation. And I became aware as my desire ebbed away that I was sore, really sore, where her fangs had pierced my skin.

The Princess returned later, with a bowl of hot water and a damp washcloth. She had left me long enough for me to regretever being so arrogant to think it was a good idea to be cheeky. I was feeling sorry for myself.

“How are you, pet?” she asked, as she sat beside me and carefully began to wash the small drops of dried blood from my skin where she had bitten. I hissed at the nip.

“I’m okay,” I said feeling deflated from my earlier excitement. She laughed softly rinsing the washcloth and spreading my thighs to clean there too.

“Did you learn anything?” she continued casually as she brought the washcloth to clean between my legs and I could have died from the embarrassment of being washed so intimately.

“Be careful what I ask for,” I mumbled in my embarrassment. She finished her cleaning and walked over to the kitchen returning with the same tube of antiseptic numbing cream she had used the first time she fed from me.

“I’m glad you learned something, and I very much enjoyed teaching you,” she told me with a small smile on her lips, the crease between her brows from early in the day only a memory, as she delicately massaged the cream into her bite marks.

When she was finished, she inhaled deeply pulling me into her lap and wrapping her arms around me tight. “There’s no denying you smell like mine now,” she purred and I felt satiated at that moment. My sexual desire had been riled up and then ignored but my desire to feel close to the Princess, to help her feel better was fulfilled and I was happy in her arms.

14. Don’t Touch What Doesn’t Belong to You

The Princess took great care marking me before we left for classes. She was gentle, careful of her bite marks, which from their placement ached when I turned my head, and she took her time asking mirthfully, “Are you satisfied with my work this morning, pet?” When she had completed her task.

“Very, Ma’am, well done,” I replied and earned a quick swat to my backside, resulting in my playful giggle.

It was only once we arrived at the main school building did I realise that something was different. The main entrance was always busy, but it was more crowded today with an air of excitement and the Princess did not direct me towards my class. She led me, her arm around my shoulder, to a large assembly hall, where it seemed all the other servants in the school were gathered.

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