Page 24 of The Princess's Pet

Sighing, I rested myself against her again and listened to the sound of her breathing and heart beating slow and steady. The Princess was the first person I had shared a bed with, and I found that I quite liked being held firmly. A good thing, because it seemed I didn’t have a choice now.

I heard when her breathing changed from the slow and deep rhythm it had been. Her arms tightened around me, squeezing a little.

“How long have you been awake?” she asked, and her voice was as smooth as ever, unaffected by sleep.

“I’m not sure, Ma’am,” I responded. “Not long,” I added. Her arms gave me one more squeeze before I found myself being rolled onto my back the Princess lying heavily on top of me. She pushed herself up on her elbows, black hair falling around me, silver eyes flashing mischievously.

Her gaze fell to my lips, and I unconsciously found myself licking my lips. She bent down slowly, her nose grazing mine, and when I tried to close the distance between our mouths, she pulled away laughing.

“Your blush is enticing,” she spoke softly, and I’m sure my face and neck were tinged a deep red. She brought a hand up to curl around my neck, applying no pressure simply holding me. My breath hitched at the action all the same and my hands found her bare waist, her satin shorts lying very low on her hips. She pressed one strong leg between my own in return, causing a soft gasp to fall from my lips, before bringing her lips back achingly close to my own.

“Please,” I whispered, not knowing where the sudden desperate plea had come from.

“Please what, pet?” she asked, her lips barely brushing mine, her hand around my throat, applying the lightest of pressure preventing my movement. Her thigh tensed between my legs and my hips rose at the slight friction. With just a few touches, the Princess had my mind swimming with desire so intense it was entirely foreign to me.

“Please kiss me, Mistress,” I begged, blushing deeply, not quite believing it was me speaking as I heard my own voice.

The Princess didn’t keep me waiting, her lips finding mine, and her tongue forcing its way into my mouth and owning me. I moaned wantonly beneath her, and if I hadn’t lost my mind to her taste and touch, I would have imploded from embarrassment. As it was, I was only concerned with pulling her closer to me.

She pulled back when I began to struggle for air, her hand having tightened considerably around my throat.

“So vocal today,” she teased me, releasing my throat, and allowing me to breathe freely. She pressed her leg against my apex. I moaned low and was rewarded with her hand slidingunder my tank top and splaying against my stomach, as she bent back down, kissing me deeply again. Her hand moved up slowly as we kissed, her fingertips brushing the underside of my breasts.

She pulled back, molten silver glowing bright, and her lips descended against my jaw to my ear and then my neck. Her hand pushed higher, cupping my left breast, her thumb swiping over the tight nipple, and her thigh pressing hard against me. My moan was almost a scream as she bit down on the flesh of my neck before sucking hard.

“Mistress!” I cried out. She pinched my nipple cruelly, and in response, I could feel my core clench, and my underwear dampened.

“Pet,” she spoke roughly as she pulled away from my neck. “Pet.” She growled, and I met her eyes glowing so brightly. “I need to stop,” she hissed. “Not enough control,” she ground out as if speaking was difficult. It took me a moment to notice that she had become very still, and her fangs were fully extended.

“O-o-kay,” I managed to speak, my arousal still at its peak and my body buzzing with need. I tried to calm myself, to help her, forcing myself to be still though my body wanted to writhe beneath her and beg for further touch.

She slowly removed her hand from me and beneath my top, before lifting herself from me and off the bed.

“Don’t move.” She growled low when I went to stand up. I stilled instantly.

I stayed where I was as the Princess left the room, remaining on the bed unmoving even when I heard the water from the shower running. I didn’t move until the Princess entered the room in only her towel, hair damp and sticking close to her head.

“Pet,” she called me, her voice smooth and normal.

I turned to her at her voice.

“You should get up, washed, and dress for classes.” I nodded smiling, shyly as I got out of bed wearing only the tank top and panties I slept in.

The Princess had a mug of coffee waiting for me and I tried not to stare as she drank from a bloodbag.

“We’ve missed morning classes,” she said. “Perhaps for the best, I don’t think etiquette lessons do well with you.” She grinned and I blushed, remembering my outburst the previous day.

“Can’t say I’m disappointed,” I mumbled, taking a sip of the hot liquid.

“Etiquette is important, but you are not an ordinary servant, pet. You will not be asked to set places for dinner or ever to serve any other. You are mine. And I don’t care if you eat with your hands,” she said humorously, her eyes sparkling and grin spreading.

“Very funny, Ma’am,” I said behind the rim of my mug, enjoying her teasing.

“It is,” she said happily. “You should not allow the opinion of those below you to offend you,” the Princess said more seriously.

“Below me?” I questioned, confused.

“Certainly, Evaline Cornis, a mere human and house servant, has no standing to my pet,” she explained.

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