“Breathe,” John said, and he opened and pulled them both off her nipples, swiftly, while she was still thinking of whether infecting him with a fatal disease would be suitable punishment.
Fleetingly, he smiled, before he lowered his head sucked on her, right in front of everyone, again.
By then she was utterly confused as to right and wrong.
What was the best response to having one’s boobs abused in public before a royal prince who did not know what she was for sure, but possibly suspected it?
Though the nerves in her nipples screamed, she remained silent as he continued the lewd gesture, sucking, licking… sucking some more. My my. Hmmm. So attentive. She wriggled. To her dismay, her pussy squeezed out wetness.
Which should never have happened, her princess conscience decided to butt in with.
These past few days had been upside down in every way.
She placed her hand on his head, fingers scrunching in like her nipples were, and quietly let out the groan of carnal frustration she’d been holding in all night.
Chuckling, John sat up and pulled her onto his lap facing him, arranging her. “Spread your legs, girl,” he said, making sure she put her knees to either side of him. His erection was blatantly poking up, jutting the cloth of his pants upward.
“You know what he wants me to do to you?”
“Mmm,” was all she would admit to. Oh dear.
This night would not end well.
“The one thing you should know is this.” He pressed her head up, using his fist beneath her chin. “I’m going to enjoy this, and so will you. You’re going to come and scream for me, and being here will make it even better for you.”
How dare he say that. She struggled with how to answer, mouth opening, closing.
“Shush. I’ve seen how aroused you get when I finger you or kiss you, even when you see them all watching, the dirty bastards that they are. No one will know after a week. Remember that.”
A lie, surely.
Except her breasts were still bared, damp with his saliva, and aching, and the skin around her nipples a darker red from him abusing them. With her legs spread, so was her pussy, making her feel as if her cunt were inviting him in. As if she were.
And she remembered his fingers violating her while everyone watched, and… He was right. “Damn you,” she whispered.
“You are my very naughty princess.” He pressed his forehead into hers. “And I’m going to punish you for that swearing.”
“Oh.” Po lowered her eyes and drew a deep breath. “I do not think you are nice.”
John laughed out loud. “Thank the heavens for that.”
“Lovebirds!” The prince pounded the table. “Do something to her. We grow bored!”
John drew away. “You’re not to look at anyone but me, unless of course it turns you on.”
Then he swiveled, turned himself to face the table and the silver tray again, so that she could only see what he was picking up if she craned her neck.
She glimpsed the silver spiky dildo and hissed, sucking in air over her teeth. “No!”
“You don’t get to say any noes,” John said, absentmindedly. “In any case, I want something to stuff in your ass while I fuck you, and spikes are not good for that.”
What! She clutched his back.
“This is too sharp. This, however…”
Again she looked, almost afraid to. He held the silver saltshaker, the one shaped like a small phallus, with a flared base like the ginger the prince had stuck in the slave girls.
No, she mouthed. Her obstinate and not-nice man ignored her, and brought the shaker around between them, then he put it between her legs. He wormed it around, sticking it slowly into her, rotating it, further… further.
So hard and cold, though his fingers were there too. She snapped shut her eyes. A foreign hard thing. It wasn’t going in her ass though, which was a plus, especially since it had begun to awaken her again. Lust swam in, languidly.
This night was a seesaw of desire. Ups, downs, and things being shoved inside her going in and out.
“Admit it my sweet girl, you like being manhandled, violated, made to do things you could never have dreamed of.”
Eyes still closed, she shook her head, but a whimper was pulled from her as he extracted the shaker from inside her.
“Wet enough now. I can feel it. Now it goes elsewhere.”
Oh. That was why. She ducked her head and moaned as he pushed it into her nether hole, just as the prince had done with the others.
Not there. Not. There.
“Relax.” He found her clit with his other hand and toggled it in little circles, while he kissed her mouth, her neck, the tops of her breasts, and all the while she held onto his shoulder or his back and tried not to imagine what was happening back there.
“Going in, and in even more,” he sang softly.
Oh. Fuck. It had popped past some internal resistance and stayed in her; hardness where there should not be anything.
His fingertip circled the base, round and around.
“It’ll stay. Now to do more.”
She heard him unbutton, unbuckle a belt, then the tinkle of metal as he opened his pants, and she knew, of course, what was next.
He meant to put his cock in her, with all of them seeing her doing this.
John took both her breasts in his hands. “Up. You will go up then come down on my cock and you will sit all the way down.”
“Wait.” She breathed. She thought.
It excited her, immensely. It was awful to do so, to want this, but she did.
“Up.” He encouraged her to rise, using her breasts as handles, pushing
