Page 65 of The Princess's Pet

She smiled down at me one hand moving to grip my throat, the other trailing down my body. I trembled at her touch trying to arch up towards her.

“Are the cuffs too tight, pet?” she asked me.

“No, Ma’am,” I told her my breath hitching as she trailed her fingers lazily over my nipples.

I gasped when she slapped one of my breasts and then the other unexpectedly. She leaned forward her mouth taking mine. My hips bucked into her, the sudden force of her actions creating a surge of arousal and wetness between my thighs.

“Tell me you want me,” she demanded as she sat up and played with my nipples, pulling deep moans from me.

“I want you, Ma’am. Please. I want you,” I told her, desperately trying to lean further into her touch but being held back by my cuffed wrists.

Her hand reached between us, and one finger stroked through my pussy. I whined in pleasure and begged her for more.

“You want more?” she asked teasingly, her finger circling my clit but not directly touching the sensitive bud.

“Yes. Please, Ma’am. Please,” I begged and was rewarded when she pressed down on my clit and began to rub hard and slowly.

Her other hand ran up her dress and cupped her own breast through the thin fabric. The sight was maddeningly arousing, and I became painfully aware that I couldn’t touch her myself, as I pulled on my restraints.

“Ma’am, I want to touch you,” I told her completely desperate.

“Go ahead and touch me,” she said through a moan as she pinched her nipple through the fabric of her dress.

“I can’t,” I cried, pulling desperately at my restrained wrists. She smiled down at me.

“In that case, I’ll have to use you and touch myself,” she told me.

Her hand left my clit and I produced a vocal moan of protest. I watched as she pulled her thin panties to the side, lifting herself off me briefly to change her position, lining her core up with mine. When her slick, soft lips pressed against my own, I pulled harder against my restraints and bucked my hips frantically trying to feel more of her.

She pulled one of my legs over her shoulder and hummed in her pleasure at the increase in friction between us. Her arm wrapped around my leg holding it secure against her and her other hand braced on my leg behind her as she began to grind herself into me. I did my best to keep with her rhythm, the feeling of her wetness against me, her clit rubbing wonderfully with my own was euphoric.

The sight of the Princess riding me, her whole body flowing with her movement, was the most erotic vision. The way her head rolled back and the sound of her moans alone could have made me cum. The slick friction between us was building and building and I wanted badly to touch her, to rip her dress and free her breasts to my mouth. But no matter how hard I pulled at my cuffed wrists I couldn’t free myself.

The Princess’s hips sped up and she ground into me with more pressure and I was pushed swiftly over the edge, crying out as I came hard. She continued her movements and groaned loudly as she reached her own orgasm.

She locked her molten-silver eyes with mine, her look intense and wanting still. She released my leg and crawled up my body, kissing me as she went, until her knees were placed wide on either side of my head. I didn’t need any instruction as she lowered herself to my mouth. I licked and sucked until she was grinding herself against my mouth and face, and cumming again.

My mouth and chin were wet with her excitement when she lifted herself from me. Laying beside me she leaned down to kiss me, tasting herself and moaning into the kiss. “I do so enjoy your mouth,” she told me and I felt proud at her compliment.

“It’s yours whenever you want,” I offered earnestly.

She smiled softly reaching out to stroke my cheek.

“You are very adorable, my little pet, and that wonderful mouth is mine, always,” she told me before her hands expertly released me from the cuffs.

Her fingers massaged my wrists as she pulled me up to a sitting position. I reached for her when I was free, pulling her into an embrace and pressing as much of myself against her as I could. Her hand ran through my hair and patted my back in a calming rhythmic way.

“Don’t let me go,” I asked as I climbed onto her lap, holding her tighter.

“What’s gotten into you?” she questioned amused, holding me close.

“I couldn’t touch you.” I pushed my face into her neck. “I wish you were naked,” I said wanting more skin contact. My want to touch her felt more like a need.

“If you wish it so.” She laughed and managed to extract herself from my hold.

She stood from the bed and undressed quickly. “This is what you wished for?” she asked, waving her hand down her body.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I told her, reaching out for her to return to me.

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