Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“Better,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he watched my subtle response. “Position four.”
I shifted into Offering, clasping my hands behind my head. The pose thrust my breasts forward obscenely, my back arched to present myself for his use. Prince Hendren’s fingers cupped me there, then traced down my ribs, over my stomach, then between my legs to run down the cleft of my sex.
The governor’s suppression decreased another increment, and I gasped as sensation flooded back through my most intimate flesh. His touch sent sparks of pleasure through me, though still dampened compared to full arousal.
“Position five,” he commanded.
I moved into Supplication, my bottom still against my heels, but my upper body lowered until my forehead touched the floor, my arms stretched out in front of me. The pose felt like an ancient indication of complete servitude—not as revealing as the others, really, but nevertheless evocative of my master’s utter dominance over me. Prince Hendren’s hands roamed over my back, his fingers seeming to mold and adjust my flesh, his possessiveness sending a thrill of need to my still half-awakened clit…
But again the suppression decreased, and I whimpered as his touch sent stronger waves of pleasure through me. My hips began to move involuntarily, seeking more contact, more friction.
“Position six,” he said, his voice growing rougher with arousal.
I shifted into Display, moving to my hands and knees before lowering my chest to the floor. The position presented both my pussy and bottom for his inspection, furnishing my body willingly for my master’s use. Prince Hendren’s fingers delved deeper, exploring me with increasing boldness as another increment of suppression lifted.
“Oh,” I breathed, my voice trembling as sensation crashed through me. The pleasure was building now, making my body respond with an eagerness to his touch that somewhere in my heart still felt shameful—and thus all the more arousing.
“Position seven,” he commanded, his voice thick with desire.
I rolled onto my back, drawing my knees up and spreading them wide in Surrender. The final position left me completely open to him, my needy cunny glistening with arousal. Prince Hendren settled between my legs, his hands roaming over my exposed body as he turned the suppression all the way down.
The effect was instantaneous and overwhelming. Full sensation flooded back through my nervous system, making every touch electric. I cried out as his fingers found my swollen clit, circling it with his consummate skill.
“Please,” I gasped, my hips bucking against his hand. “Sire, please, I need you inside me.”
“What do you need, Viola?” he asked, his voice carrying the arrogance that made my core clench with desperate hunger.
“Your cock,” I sobbed, beyond shame now. “I need your magnificent cock filling me, claiming me, using me as you choose.”
Prince Hendren’s eyes darkened with unmistakable hunger as he withdrew his hand and stood, moving to the bed. “Your wish is granted, my eager little concubine,” he said, settling back against the pillows with predatory grace. “First, you’re going to show me how well you’ve learned to please your master.”
He gestured to his magnificent erection, already hard and ready. “Reverse equestrian, Viola. I want to watch that beautiful bottom of mine as you work to satisfy me.”
Heat flooded my cheeks as I understood what he required. The position was one of the most shameful I had learned during my training—facing away from him, my back to his chest, riding him while he watched my most intimate responses. It emphasized my role as the one who must work to please him, using my body like an instrument for his pleasure.
I climbed onto the bed with trembling legs, positioning myself over his hips. The angle felt strange and exposing as I reached back to guide him to my pussy, my face burning with the mortification of having to work myself down onto his length while he simply lay back and observed my efforts.
“That’s it,” he murmured approvingly as I began to sink down onto him. “Take your time. Show me how eager you are to serve.”
I bit my lip as I worked myself lower, feeling the familiar stretch as he filled me completely. The position made me acutely aware of how I was the one moving, the one laboring to bring him pleasure while he remained still and commanding beneath me.
“Remember your training,” he said, his hands settling on my hips with possessive weight. “Use those muscles I had you develop. Show me how perfectly you can grip your master’s cock.”
I flushed deeper as I recalled the humiliating time with the measuring device, the clinical way Mistress Nurana had trained me to control my most intimate responses. Now I tried to put that degrading education to use, deliberately tightening my internal muscles as I began to ride him.
The effect was immediate. Prince Hendren’s breathing grew heavier as I gripped him with rhythmic precision, my body working to milk pleasure from his magnificent length. I could feel his arousal building beneath me, his hips beginning to move involuntarily despite his attempts to remain in control.