Page 52 of The Princess's Pet

He pulled back, releasing the Princess from his grasp. “I have enjoyed our date and look forward to your company again, in the near future, my Royal Highness,” he told her and I wanted to scream. If I could take even one breath I would have.

“Lord Halvorsen, I’ll contact you with arrangements,” she replied.

She turned, and her eyes landed on me. Her face was unreadable. I was aware of Lord Halvorsen walking past me and exiting the entrance hall. The entrance hall was empty apart from us. Everyone else must have been at the fair.

“Pet, you’re early,” the Princess greeted me.

“Early enough to find you kissing him,” I replied bitterly, finding my lungs again and with them hurt and anger.

She walked towards me, and I backed away dangerously close to the steps. She walked faster and more determined at my retreat, reaching me and pulling me by my shoulders away from the edge of the stairs.

“Is that any way to speak to me?” she asked, her nostrils flared and I knew she was scenting me.

“When I find you sucking face with that...” A sharp slap across my cheek cut off my words. One elegant hand held my head still while the other raised in warning prepared to strikeagain. The sting nipped fiercely and spread out to cover my whole face.

“Try again, pet,” she commanded, eyes flashing brightly. And I was shocked for only a moment before a fire started in my chest.

“You heard me, you, you, slut!” I hissed out, practically a whisper, I was angry, and hurt, so much so I couldn’t seem to raise my voice.

Molten silver burned down on me. I braced for another slap, but it didn’t come. Her head dipped low to me and she breathed in deeply.

“Want to tell me why I smell that boy all over you again?” she asked and the calm in her voice was terrifying.

“We rode the Ferris Wheel together,” I told her confused at the change in speed and topic and instantly worried for Dylan’s sake.

“Is that all?” she asked lowly, her hand gripping my waist and pulling me closer, nose pressing against my neck. “You accuse me of being aslut. Yet I leave you alone for a few hours and you return stinking of Viridis scum with his image attached to you,” she continued and I was confused.

“Image?” I asked. She nudged my keychain on my shoe in answer. “It was a gift,” I told her.

“Accepting tokens from your Viridis admirer. Allowing him to touch you. Did he wrap his arms around you and keep you warm in the cold?” she asked and I would have thought she was mocking if it wasn’t for how calm she spoke against my neck. “Did you let him steal a kiss?” she continued and moved away from my neck to watch me. “Or more? Did he offer to whisk you away from me?” she asked and my brain stopped working. How was she possibly able to know about our conversation?

“What?” I asked feeling like the tables were being turned on me.

“Did you let that pretender have a taste of what’s mine?” She growled angrily.

“No,” I said after a moment, voice wavering. She growled louder in response.

“Are you sure? You don’t sound it,” she asked.

“I didn’t kiss him,” I told her more strongly. “Unlike you!” I added my anger back again. “I turned away Dylan, only to find you swapping spit with Lord Halvorsen!”

Her hand gripped my throat tightly, I couldn’t breathe.

“I’ve been too lenient with you, pet. No more.” She growled.

She released my throat and I gasped for breath. Her hand grabbed my upper arm and she dragged me down the steps and held onto me in silence as we waited. The clock tower struck 7 and a black car drove up the driveway to us.

She opened the door dragging me into the vehicle behind her. She reached forward and slammed the divider between us and the driver shut with a force that vibrated loudly before she pulled me uncomfortably across her lap and lifted my dress to my hips. Her hand began coming down hard against the back of my thighs.

I cried out in pain at the sting, squirming to get away from her. She was relentless, her strikes rhythmic and painful. She only stopped when the car did and my dress was pulled back down over my rear and I was pushed from her lap onto the gravel drive.

Her hand fisted into the back of my hair, and she pulled me to my feet and back to her rooms. The guard did not greet her on our arrival as normal but simply opened the door for us and shut it heavily again.

She whipped me around to her. I knew I was a mess of tears and snot from the spanking in the back of the car. Her hand released my hair and she pushed me towards the bathroom, following closely.

“You’re going to wash the stink of that boy off you,” she told me and I stood still as her glowing eyes watched me, her ire growing with each passing second.

“Strip,” she commanded coldly. Although she had seen me naked many times, I found myself humiliated as I clumsily pulled the dress over my head, kicked off my shoes, and removed my underwear.

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