‘Then she’d better tell him so, because humble serfs need royal permission to finger the royal cunt, don’t they? Not to mention fiddling with the royal clit.’
‘Jesus, Lloyd …’
‘Nuh uh.’ His fingers slide halfway out and I clamp my thighs, trying to catch them. He smacks the accessible part of my bum and tuts at me. ‘None of that, missy. We’re finishing this in character. Come on. Do as you’re told.’
‘Please, peasant, make me come. Please, please, now, please.’
He presses down; the fingers reinsert themselves.
I come, thrashing and snarling, twisting into his hand.
‘How about that?’ He sounds so smug I’d slap him if I weren’t both bound and sapped by the force of my orgasm. ‘Princesses come just the same as wenches. You’re just a wench underneath it all, aren’t you?’
‘Insolent,’ I pant, but I can’t finish the thought. I don’t have it in me.
‘That’s me.’ He stretches himself out at my side, watching me so hard that I have to turn my face away. ‘Oh, are you shy now? Now you’ve begged me to finger you. Bit late for that.’ He chuckles. ‘What a pisser about the Dark Prince and his insistence on you being virgo intacta. I’d love to show you how a man can make you feel.’ His fingers are gentle on my waist, running up and down its slopes until I can’t turn my back on him any more.
My eyes meet his.
‘What would the Dark Prince do if I were no longer a virgin?’
My captor doesn’t understand me at first, frowning in vague bemusement.
‘I mean,’ I expand, ‘would he still want me for his bride?’
‘He would shame you before the populace and send you home.’
‘Send me home. And the marriage would be dissolved?’
‘Most certainly it would. And your father would vow to kill the man who had touched you first. So if you’re thinking …’
‘I would lie. Tell some story of a band of brigands in the forest.’
‘Who would be sought. Then some innocent man would be arrested and killed. Your father wouldn’t rest until he had somebody to hold accountable.’
‘You’re right.’ I sigh, bite my lip. ‘I shall say I forced the man to do it.’
He laughs. ‘Who would believe that?’
‘My father knows me. He knows I’ll do anything to avoid this match. He would believe it. I would simply refuse to name my deflowerer.’
He strokes my forehead with a thumb. ‘You put yourself in terrible danger, Princess, if you do this. The Dark Prince isn’t a man many would cross.’
‘I’d rather risk it than face the certainty of having to spend the rest of my life with that brute.’ I drop my voice to a whisper. ‘Do it for me. Take my maidenhead for me.’
‘Gods, Princess, I … it’s not …’ He struggles.
I watch the weighing-up process through his shrewd blue eyes. I see it all – doubts, temptations, fears, rationalisations, temptations again, settling finally into outright lust.
I seize my moment. ‘Take me.’ I let my spine arch and my leg rub against his. ‘Let my first time be with a man who knows how to pleasure.’
‘Princess …’
‘Let your cock sink into my tight sweet embrace and …’ The florid language isn’t coming so easily now. I want him too much. My imagination is failing, hamstrung by my need to be shagged, good and proper, with my wrists tied and my pretend hymen breached. ‘Look, just fuck me, all right? Just give me what I need.’
With a growl, he almost tears off his shirt then rolls himself over me, palms flat by my ears, his milky freckled chest hovering over my straining breasts. He dips his head and takes the bodice between his teeth, wrenching it down over the small portion of my chest that remains concealed. He buries his face between my breasts, consuming and devouring, suckling the nipples and biting the soft flesh.
‘I’ll give you what you need all right. Get ready.’