Possessing the Princess
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I started to sit up then realized he still had me shackled to his bed. Even more degrading, my stained bodysuit, sullied with his dried semen, hung from my arm as if symbolic of my degradation.
I blushed at the sordid memories of the night before.
What he’d done to me.
What he’d made me do to him.
Except he hadn’t forced me, had he.
Shame and anger strengthened my voice, and I shouted, “Aris! Let me out of this contraption or I can’t guarantee that I won’t soil your bed!”
Only seconds passed before he appeared in the doorway.
He stopped there, lounging against the frame. A shark-like grin pulled at the corners of his mouth, and he crossed his arms over his chest.
“I’d advise against that. If you soil my bed, you’ll be the one cleaning it up, princess or not.”
Suddenly I wished I had choked him to death with that chain last night, the odious man!