The Prince and His Sex Slave

~Nadia~    My sister loved to be whipped and spanked. She was kinky, like most other courtesans that I knew. Sometimes I wondered if I got accidentally swapped when I was a baby. Women in my family were strikingly beautiful, my sisters, mother, cousins, and aunts. Gorgeous curves, seductive faces, and the worked hard to keep in shape.    I was an exception. I had the potential to look sexy if I tried hard. The thought of orgies and polyamory didn't excite me, it disgusted me to the core and I wanted to run away. But life was harsh and I would probably end up in a brothel sooner or later if I pulled such a stunt. It's a man's world and all men were assholes. At least the royal assholes had money and treated us with some respect.    Life in the palace was great for me until my 18th birthday, almost great, except for one thing—the live demos that I had to watch—group sex demos. People of my kind were trained from a young

~Nadia~    I was terrified that Ian was going to rape me. His eyes were filled with lust and longing. He locked the bedroom door and pushed my back against it. I squirmed in his grip trying to reach for the doorknob.    "What's wrong with you? Calm down!" He said sternly.     He sounded unhappy that I was reluctant. It must be strange for him to see someone who actually doesn't want him that way. At least I would like to think that I didn't want him. But my body was a traitor and it was enjoying his closeness and towering presence.    "Sir, please! I w..."    "Ian. Call me Ian."    I was confused. He wanted to punish me for rudeness but also wanted me to address him by his first name?    "We are equals in the bedroom, except when I tell you we aren't." He said, roughly caressing my cheek.    He grabbed me by the back of my neck and wrap

~Ian~"Aren't we going to go to your room?" She asked me nervously as I sat her on a granite counter."Why? Does it matter?"I couldn't wait for her response and ravaged her little mouth.The need in her eyes, that pure unadulterated kind of lust, fueled a fire deep inside me. My hips jerked forward; I wanted to give her everything she needed. But I couldn't get past those hungry lips of hers. They pressed lingering wet kisses on my face, and her hands were urging me to get closer, squeezing me into an extra tight hug.I was lost in her touch and kisses. No great victory on the battlefield came close to the sense of accomplishment I felt when she wrapped her arms around me. Feeling wanted by her was all I cared about these days.Those soft whimpers when I molded my body into hers drove me off the edge. I kissed her hard and deep, not able to get enough of her juicy ruby lips. My cock throbbed against her stomach in anticipation when I imagin

~Nadia~It was the harvest season, and I finally got a chance to get out of the palace. My grandfather worked in the orchards and was involved in moving the harvest to the cellars or for processing.I accompanied him along with my nephew, Ethan, who was six years old and loved plants just like I did. Ethan always helped me around the garden as well, and we had a great time moving cart fulls of peaches and apples today.I watched the sunset on my way back, feeling happy that it was the third and last day without Ian. Another night to go and he would be here tomorrow morning.I returned to the palace in high spirits, only for my excitement to be immediately cut short."There she is!" My mother was delighted to see me which was a horrible thing in itself. I hoped that she didn't sell me off to some foreign merchant while I was away.Lydia patted my back as if I returned victorious from a war or something."What's going on?" I asked, not

He didn't flinch when I slapped him. Instead, his soft lips crushed harder against mine, forcing a moan out of me. The deep hunger in his eyes left goosebumps all over me.Get a grip on yourself, you fool! He doesn't feel anything for you. I reminded myself about last night and my temper began to rise again. But the more I fought him, the more he kissed me. I would be lying if I said that his kisses didn't calm me down. It was black magic for sure.I wanted to close my eyes and relish the warmth of his lips. The stinging sensation when his fingers dug into my skin felt like it was his way of saying that he missed me. That's where the problem lied; he never said anything about missing me. It was all in my head because I only saw what I wanted to see. The one thing he ever said was that he wanted to fuck me, and that shouldn't even be remotely flattering to me.I needed to get his hands off of me before I lost my mind. I pressed my body against him, causing him to