The Princess Club Ch. 02

"Finish," he ordered, and she immediately leaned into his shrinking member, kissing up along the mostly limp shaft to clean him off completely. After he was satisfied, he pulled her up to her feet. She could barely stand, and was only able to do so with Eric's hand around her throat. She swallowed what remained of his climax in her mouth, though she could do nothing to clean the rest of it off of her chest and face.

"Now, run back inside and tell your mother that the job is done," Eric growled. Donna's eyes widened

a little more as they looked back down at her shredded clothes and wriggled her wrists in their bonds.

"But aren't you going to-"

Eric spun her around and pushed her forward, giving her sore and reddened ass a firm slap when she didn't move immediately. She stumbled, almost drunkenly from the sheer exhaustion in her legs, back towards the compound. Her struggled to move was compounded by the red heels, which were all that remained of the clothes she'd started the night with. She had no energy to sneak, and reach the mansion's edge while festivities were in full swing. She had no energy to take much note of the men's and women's hands that reached up and groped or tugged at her breasts. She had no energy to swat away the fingers that prodded her raw entrances, even had her wrists still not been tightly fastened behind her back.

She barely had the energy to reach the top of the stairs, push open the doorway, and collapse into her silken sheets. She didn't bother to try and free her wrists, the looming figure of her mother crossed behind her and freed her. After a weak attempted at clearing Eric's globs of drying cum away from her face, Donna let her arms and legs collapse where they were. She tried to watch her mother cross back over to the vanity on the far side of the room, where she'd no doubt be prepping herself for her own suite at the party, but Donna's eyes couldn't manage stay open for the whole trip. Her mother began asking a question, but before Donna could hear it's end, she'd already slipped into dreams of next year.