Page 53 of The Princess's Pet

I climbed into the shower and turned it on, flinching back when her hand passed me and turned the temperature to cold. I was hit by freezing water that stung as it landed on my skin. I was shivering and trembling as I reached for the shampoo and soap to wash. I tried to be as quick as possible, to avoid being in the cold any longer than necessary.

When I was done, she threw a towel at me and watched as I dried myself and rung and dried my hair as best I could.

“Follow me,” she said coldly, eyes bright, and I followed her to the bedroom.

“On your knees,” she instructed. I fell to my knees unsteadily following all her commands my instincts demanding I submit to the Princess.

She walked around me and trailed her hand across my shoulders.

“You’ve been disrespectful, pet.” She paused walking back to my front. “And too familiar with another that would try to have you.” She bent at her waist lifting my jaw to look up at her. “Does that sound about right?” she asked.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I answered feeling fresh tears begin. I was hurt and called her a slut, in a derogatory way, and I had entertained the thought of Dylan. Everything she accused me of was true.

“You’ve been a very bad girl, haven’t you?” she asked, voice softer than before.

“Yes,” I whimpered, unable to fight my tears. I had been bad, and I felt awful for it now, kneeling at her feet. Her free hand wiped across my cheek.

“I can’t decide if I want to beat you or fuck you,” she told me thoughtfully.

Gripping my jaw tighter she leaned forward and kissed me hard, her hand slapping her bite mark on my breast causing me to gasp into the kiss. Her tongue entered at my gasp and ruled my mouth. It was delicious and intoxicating and confusing as I didn’t expect to be kissed so passionately given the circumstances. Her hand squeezed my breast and pinched my nipple and I moaned heatedly into her.

“I’ll always lean towards fucking you,” she told me as she pulled away standing straight.

Her hands pulled her crop top over her head and unzipped and removed her jeans. I watched her movement with rapt attention. Unable to look away as she unclasped her bra and shimmied her panties down her legs.

“I’m going to fuck you, pet, until you can’t take any more. But first, you’re going to put that naughty mouth of yours to work,” she began and lay in the middle of the bed. My pussy clenched at her words, my mouth watering with anticipation. “What are you waiting for?” she said sternly.

At her command I stood and made my way to her on the bed, kneeling between her bent legs. Her hand found my hair and pulled me forward. She was already wet, her lips plump and clit hard. I lost myself for a time to her pleasure, her moans andgrowing wetness encouraging me forward. Her taste was slightly sweet, like nectar I craved more of with each drop I could lap up. When her hips bucked harder and her hand held me firmly against her, I knew she was close and I was rewarded with a wave of her slickness as she came.

She did not pull me away, allowing me to slowly clean up her wetness and then bring her to another release. It was heaven, between her knees, arms under her legs, hands gripping her wide hips, my face and mouth pressed against her pussy.

She didn’t say anything as she pulled me up her body and kissed me hard, rolling us over so she was on top. She allowed me to touch her, my hands running along heated skin, groping at her buttocks and back. Her hands grabbed my breasts massaging and pinching and pulling deep moans from me.

Her hand ran down my body between us until she was pressing through my dripping folds. I bucked beneath her desperate for more as she teased my entrance. She kept me there a moaning mess, hardly able to think, teasing me for what felt like a lifetime before finally entering me. I was already so close to cumming.

“I’m gonna, oh, please.” The words tumbled from my lips as my orgasm crashed over me. Her lips found mine, kissing me softly as she continued to pump in and out of me, her thumb rubbing furiously at my sensitive bud.

It wasn’t long before I was at the edge again and she pushed me over. Her mouth attacked my neck, moving down my chest to suck and bite at my breasts.

As I came down, overly sensitive I tried to move my hips away, gasping for air.

“Ma’am, it’s too much,” I told her, through moans that would argue otherwise. She pulled away from my chest.

“I’ll decide when you’ve had enough,” she told me before going back to my chest, hand still working frantically in and out of me, adding another finger and becoming more forceful.

My third orgasm took longer and when I came, the pleasure was accompanied by pain as my over-stimulated pussy quivered and clenched against her. I cried out gripping her closer to me and trying to twist away again as I came down.

Her teeth bit down against my shoulder. Her hand left from between my legs, spanking my engorged clit and I whimpered at the almost overwhelming sensation that pulsed through me. She spanked me again and I squirmed in pain and pleasure.

She flipped me over roughly. “On all fours,” she growled out and I complied my entire body shaking in effort to comply. She was behind me then, hand gripping the back of my neck pushing my face into the pillows and she was back at my entrance pushing into me with three fingers, deeper than I thought possible. Her thigh added force and depth to her fingers as she pounded into me hard. I was pushing myself back against her, moaning loudly, tears running down my cheeks at the pure pleasure and overstimulated pain of it.

“Tell me who’s a slut,” she demanded leaning over me, her chest pressed against my back.

“I am,” I answered loudly, unashamed.

“And who’s slut, are you?” she asked punctuating her question with a particularly forceful stroke into me.

“Yours,” I cried out, biting the pillow below me.

---