Princess of Everdale Ch. 02

Talia sat on the edge of her bed, nervously watching the minutes tick past on the clock over her mantlepiece. She had been on edge all day, unable to put Alec's promise to return to her chambers that evening out of her mind. She had spent the majority of her day in her room, rushing through her duties and even her meals with her parents. She had almost told them what had happened last night when her mother had asked a not-so-subtle question about Alec, but had stopped herself at the last minute when she had remembered his warning and what would happen if the kingdom saw the images he had of her.

Not for the first time that day she wondered what Alec had in store for her later. She had no doubt that sucking his dick had been just the start of whatever depravities he had dreamed up and that thought made her both anxious and, she admitted reluctantly, a little excited. She had always had a potent sex drive, rarely did a day go past where she didn't pleasure herself at least once, but she was hardly experienced. She had only slept with one person before and he had been as inexperienced as she had. The whole thing had barely lasted ten minutes and she certainly had got very little in the way of pleasure from it. Alec, however, struck her as someone with a wealth of experience. Though she hated him for what he was doing to her, a small part of her could not help but tremble with anticipation for what was to come.

A sound outside her door caused her to start, her heartbeat quickening as she rose gingerly to her feet and hurried to the door, pressing her ear to wood to listen to what was going on. She heard movement and muffled voices and then everything went silent. She held her breath, counting the seconds before carefully easing the door open and sticking her head out into the corridor.

Porter and Dathan had left their posts, the two guards visible at the top of the stairs at the far end of her corridor. She called to them and as they turned she knew immediately that something was wrong. Their faces were slack, their eyes glazed over as their heads lolled about upon their necks. Though they looked in her direction, their gaze seemed distant and unfocused.

"Porter?" she said uncertainly to the older guard. "What's going on?"

"Nothing to worry about, Ma'am," he replied, his voice an eerie monotone. "You get some rest."

"No," she said firmly, her own tone rising as panic crept in. "I order you to return to your posts."

"That's not necessary, Princess," Dathan said, his voice as inhuman as Porter's. "We're just doing our rounds."

With that the two guards turned and vanished down the staircase, leaving her painfully aware of how alone she suddenly was. She cast a nervous glance around the corridors, the shadows of the bay windows opposite her door and the sandstone pillars that ran along the wall seeming suddenly darker than usual and quickly retreated back into her room, letting the door swing shut behind her with a dull thud. She sank onto the bed, her heart racing inside her chest and waited for the inevitable knock on her door.

It came several moments later, a sharp rap that made her jump despite having been expecting it. She opened her mouth but no words came out. The knock sounded again.

"Yes?" she breathed, her voice an octave higher than usual.

"Open the door, Princess," Alec replied bluntly from outside her room.

She swallowed as she stood and smoothed out the folds of her dress. Her heart was racing from a strange mixture of unease and something that she thought might have been excitement. She willed her legs to carry her to the door and pulled it cautiously open.

Alec was waiting for her in the corridor. He was dressed in a forest green tunic with golden brocade details and black trousers. His satchel was slung over his shoulder and his black hair swept back in a rakish style that she thought suited him well. His silver eyes appraised her slowly but she interrupted him before he could speak.

"What did you do to my guards?" she demanded.

He stared at her for several moments before shrugging. "Simple hypnosis," he said matter of factly. "I promise, they will be fine."

She shifted as he held her gaze unflinchingly. Since he had shown her the crystal balls with those awful images of her she had suspected he had some ability with sorcery, but hypnosis was not an easy skill to master. An unsettling thought crossed her mind and she opened her mouth to ask another question but the words died on her lips as she wondered if she would really want to know the answer.

He smirked at her, seemingly knowing what she had been about to ask but choosing not to answer her in any case. He pushed past her into the room, setting his satchel on the end of her bed before turning to look at her again.

"I thought I told you to wear something sexy?" he said coldly.

She swallowed as her hands moved instinctively to her dress. It was without doubt the most unflattering piece of clothing that she owned. It was a floor length, plain black dress with long sleeves and a simple round collar that hid her cleavage entirely. It showed off about as little skin as was possible and the loose fit of the dress meant that her figure was equally hidden beneath its folds. Her mother had bought her the dress to wear for state funerals, religious ceremonies and visits from her prudish grandparents. She had chosen it deliberately to show Alec that despite what she had let him do to her the night before, that she was not going to let him order her around.

"You did," she replied, raising her chin defiantly. "But I am not yours to command!"

He smirked and shook his head. "Oh, Princess," he laughed. "Soon you're going to realise just how wrong you are."

She didn't respond but his comment sent a shiver down her spine. She started to wonder just how long was he intending to keep this up for...

"I brought you a present," he said suddenly. "Would you like to see it?"

"Do I have a choice?" she replied cooly.

He grinned as he turned and opened his satchel, retrieving three bands of black iron, one larger than the others. He held them out to her and she saw that they were a pair of cuffs and a collar. They were simple things, a single padlock hanging from each of them and a large bull ring hanging from the front of the collar. She bit the inside of her cheek as she examined them. The idea of being tied up had always intrigued her. She had toyed with the idea herself, using scarfs and belts to tie her ankles or cover her eyes as she teased herself but it wasn't really the same thing. The thought of being properly restrained, of being dominated, was something else entirely.

He smirked at her and she swore silently to herself as she realised he had seen the look of interest on her face. The last thing she wanted was to give Alec the satisfaction of thinking she might be enjoying this, even if he was playing out one of her darker fantasies...

"Hold out your hands," he instructed.

She hesitated, remembering the look on Porter and Dathan's hypnotised faces. Would he really do that to her? She supposed he didn't need to do that to her considering the images he had of her. Why would he have shown her them otherwise?

"I won't ask again, Princess," he said firmly.

She raised her arms, something in his voice sending a shiver of anticipation through her body. She was nervous and powerless, but for the first time that evening she wasn't scared and that strange feeling of excitement that had stirred within her earlier was growing steadily stronger.

She watched as he pushed up the sleeves of her dress and secured the cuffs to her wrists one at a time. The metal was cold against her skin but the cuffs felt strangely comfortable as he snapped the padlocks shut one after the other. He picked up the collar and stepped behind her. She kept her head held high but couldn't help but tremble slightly as he gathered her hair out of the way and she felt the warmth of his breath against her skin as he fitted the collar around her neck. She gasped as he pulled the band tight then loosened it just enough so that it wasn't uncomfortable but she was still keenly aware of it compressing her throat. Then he pulled her arms behind her back and she heard the snap of another padlock securing her cuffs together

"Much better," he said, stepping back and admiring her.

She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror as he stepped away and felt a little rush at the sight of herself bound and collared. She tugged at the cuffs but there was no give in the restraints. She was completely at his mercy but rather than make her feel nervous, she felt a rush of confidence that she could not quite explain.

"What do you say?" Alec asked.

She looked at him and snorted. "You've got to be joking?" she said.

"Come now, Princess," he tutted. "Just because you are royalty it doesn't mean you get to forget your manners."

"Is that so?" she replied. She was beginning to relax, the thought of what was to come exciting her, and was enjoying their back and forth banter. Still, she had to remind herself that Alec was still a dick and that the only reason he was here was because he was blackmailing her. She fixed him with a scornful look and said, "Well I think you should just fuck off."

He was on her in an instant, crossing the distance between them quicker than any normal human should have been able to. His fingers closed about her throat and suddenly she was lifted onto her toes and thrown hard against the wall, her cuffed hands crushed behind her back as he towered over her with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"You don't speak to me like that, Princess," he said through clenched teeth. "I told you that I would go easy on you to start with but I am growing tired of your attitude."

Talia gasped, Alec's fingers digging painfully into her neck. She thrashed with her feet but he barely seemed to notice her feeble attempts to free herself.

"From now on, if you disobey me, if you talk back to me, there will be consequences. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she squeaked.

"And another thing," he growled. "You will call me 'Sir' or 'Master' from now on."

"Yes, Sir," she gasped as black spots began to swim before her eyes.

"Now what do you say for the gifts?"

"Thank you!" he squeezed his hand and she quickly added, "Sir! Thank you, Sir!"

He released her, letting her slide down the wall as she gasped for breath. Tears stung her eyes as she gulped down air desperately. She looked up at him as he stood over her, a smug look upon his handsome face. His strength had surprised her and she knew he likely could have snapped her neck then and there if he had wanted to. The thought should have terrified her, but instead she felt warmth spread inside her and a glimmer of disappointment as he turned his back on her and crossed to the centre of the room.

"Get over here," he ordered.

She followed his movements, her bottom lip trembling as she saw him stop in front of her bed and begin to unbutton his tunic to reveal his well defined muscles. She pushed herself back against the wall, using it to help her to her feet before walking slowly towards him, a dozen scenarios racing through her mind as she watched him begin to unbutton his trousers.

As she reached him he grabbed her chin in his hand, pulling her close before pressing his lips to hers. She gasped as he forced his tongue between her lips and melted into his kiss, letting his passion and need take over her. When he pulled away from her there was a hungry look in his eyes, a primal desire that made her heart beat a little faster.

"On your knees, Princess," he growled, the final word dripping with sarcasm.

He half pushed, half helped her to her knees in front of him and once she was settled, he pulled apart the buttons of his trousers and pulled out his cock. It was just as big as Talia remembered from the night before and already a dribble of pre-cum had formed at the tip. She took several deep breaths as he ran his hand slowly up and down the shaft, his eyes fixed on her face as hers were on his cock.

"What's the matter, Princess?" he growled. "Nothing to say?"

She looked up at him, her teeth clenched as she shook her head.

He smirked as he took a step closer to her, his cock throbbing in front of her eyes. "Do you want this?" he asked.

She bit her lip and despite hating herself for doing so, she nodded once.

"Say you want it," he ordered. "Say you want my cock in your whore mouth."

"I want your cock," she whispered. "I want your cock in my... My whore mouth."

Alec laughed triumphantly and pushed his cock towards her, she barely had a chance to pen her mouth to receive him before he was sliding down her throat, the sudden entry causing her to splutter and gag as he jerked back out of her mouth just as quickly. He stood over her, smirking as he slapped his cock against her cheek several times before holding it out to her expectantly.

"Off you go then, slut," he said. "Let's see what you can do."

She glared at him, hating him with every fibre of her being even as she opened her mouth and took him hungrily inside of her. His dick was warm and salty in her mouth as she began to suck up and down the length of his shaft. It was awkward at first without the use of her hands to steady herself but she soon found her rhythm and after a few minutes she heard him grunt with pleasure as her head bobbed up and down on his dick.

"Fucking hell, Princess," he grunted approvingly. "Have you ever sucked dick before?"

She paused long enough to shake her head. Alec's was the first dick she had ever had in her mouth.

He laughed, putting his hand on the back of her head. "Then you're a fucking natural."

She gasped as he pushed her down onto his huge dick so that her nose was buried in his groin. She shuddered, fighting against him as she gagged on his cock but he ignored her, leaving her to struggle for several moments longer before releasing the pressure on the back of her head. She pulled away from him, her shoulders heaving as she gasped for air, but just as she had caught her breath he was pushing her down onto his dick once again. She gagged, feeling as though she was about to be sick as his cock filled her mouth. Tears ran down her cheeks as she strained against her cuffs and then he was pulling out of her again, laughing as she sagged weakly against his legs.

She looked up at him, pleading with her eyes for him to stop even though a part of her was secretly enjoying the treatment. She wondered what she looked like to him, her tears leaving streaks of smudged eyeliner down her cheeks, saliva dribbling from her lips and strings of cum hanging between her mouth and his cock. Never before had she been treated like this. She was royalty and yet he was treating her like some common whore and she was loving it. For a moment she had even forgotten the situation that had led them there.

"What do you say, Princess?" He asked.

"Thank you, Sir," she whispered.

He hauled her to her feet, wrapping his arms around her throat and waste as his knees pressed into the backs of her legs to guide her towards the bed. She whimpered as he held her against the soft sheets, his breath coming fast and excited in her ear. He was a good head taller than her and she could feel his cock pressing against her through her dress. She bit her lip, arching her back and pushing her ass into his crotch, no longer caring if he knew she wanted him.

A growl of desire escaped Alec's lips as he bent her over the bed, pressing her face into her comforter as he hoisted up her dress to reveal her perfect ass. He stopped suddenly and she felt her cheeks flush as he barked a laugh.

"Well, well," he mused, grabbing her ass and squeezing. "It seems you did listen after all."

Whilst the dress had been an act of defiance to his demand that she wear something sexy, what she wore beneath it was anything but. She wore a black thong so small that it had no doubt disappeared completely between her cheeks and a pair of silky black stockings that came up to her thighs. She loved the way they looked on her, the lace tops sitting just beneath her ass cheeks, accentuating the length of her legs and the curve of her ass. She would often sleep in them and sometimes would wear them under her clothes just for the thrill. She was pleased that Alec seemed to approve.

"Yes, Sir," she said quietly.

"Good girl," he said before leaning forward and adding sinisterly, "Don't think I've forgotten how you spoke to me though."

He lifted his hand and smacked her ass, the sound echoing about her room and causing her to inhale sharply. He struck her again and again, alternating from one cheek to the next until her ass was burning. She whimpered but the pain didn't bother her. If anything it was turning her on even more. She bit her lip as he ran his hands over her stinging cheeks, his thumbs roughly massaging her ass before he moved his hand and hooked the thong out from between her cheeks. His hand slipped lower, his fingers tracing the curve of her ass before sliding between her legs. When they finally brushed her pussy she had to bite down on her tongue to keep from moaning with delight.

"Fucking hell, Princess," Alec chuckled. "I didn't realise what a slut you were."

He reached for her head, turning her face to the side so that she could see the other hand he held up, her own juices glinting in the light at the end of the fingers he held up before her. She lifted her chin, doing her best to maintain what little dignity she had left but then he ground into her, his cock grazing her inner thigh and she felt herself tremble with desire.

"Tell me what you want, Princess," he growled.

She swallowed, looking back at him as he towered over her. She hated him. She wanted to see him rot in a jail for what he had done to her... But she needed him then more than she had ever needed anyone before.

"I want you to fuck me," she whispered, both hating and loving the words as they slipped from her lips.

He smirked, needing no further encouragement. She felt him reach down and position his cock against her soaking pussy, his head tracing her opening before pushing deep inside her. She cried out, a sound of pleasure, desire and a small amount of pain mingling together as she cleched her fists behind her back and pressed her face into her bedsheets. He was filling her up with his massive dick, stretching her out as he pushed deeper and deeper inside her. For a moment she didn't think she could take any more then she felt his balls brush against her legs and knew that he was fully inside her.

He held himself there for several moments, one hand on her ass, the other on the bed beside her, before he began to thrust slowly back and forth inside of her. She moaned as he bore down on her, his every stroke sending shivers of pleasure unlike anything she had ever experienced before through her body. Gradually he began to pick up speed, his thighs slapping against her legs as he drew back his hand and spanked her over and over. She squealed as he struck her, the combination of pain and pleasure causing her head to spin. He leant forward and wrapped his hand through her long blonde hair before jerking her back, lifting her head off of the bed by her hair and forcing her to arch her back to meet his increasingly rapid thrusts. Her legs were like jelly, her wrists ached as she strained against her cuffs and her ass stung as he continued to smack her over and over.

He jerked her hair backwards suddenly and that was the final act. A wave of pure pleasure exploded from within her and she screamed her delight to the rafters, not caring if she was overheard, as her orgasm seized her. Behind her, she heard Alec let out a grunt of satisfaction as her pussy tightened around his shaft and she squealed as she felt him shoot his hot load inside of her. She sagged forwards, too spent to care about her aching head as Alec continued to hold her firmly by her hair. She had never orgasmed like that before. her body was on fire, warm and satisfied and pleasantly sore.