The Princess Slave

Violette POVText property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Violette, your tone.” He growled lightly. I knew I was pushing it, but I was livid with him.

“Yes, Master. I’m sorry.” I said. I didn’t mean it though. I was not meant to be a slave. I hated him with my entire being.. he’s nothing but a monster like his Father. He’s punishing me for speaking up against a man who was trying to seduce me? Is that not just laughable?

“You’re really bad at being a slave. You do realize that right? If I were anyone else you would be dead.” He said. So why the hell haven’t you killed me then? I wanted so badly to attack him and hurt him.. but I knew I would be no match for him.

“Yes, Master. I will try to do better.” I said. Somehow I would find a way out of this place. And I would find my mate and we would run away. Until then, I just need to avoid being broken in.

“Come here.” He growled. I slowly walked across his office where he was sitting at his desk. I stopped at the front of his desk and looked at him warily.

“Closer. And take off your gown.” His voice was low and dangerous. F**k! He’s going to break me in.. I felt my eyes burn with tears as I began walking slowly to him.

I untied the little string in my bust and let the dress slide down. Instead of spaghetti straps, this one has off-shoulder pixie puff sleeves. Soft to the touch.. I won’t lie, I love the way these gowns feel.

I opened my eyes when his fingers touched my skin. The muscles in my belly tightened as he ran his fingertips across my belly button, then placed his hand on my h*p and turned me. I could feel him looking at me.. and I wasn’t sure what exactly he was looking at until he spoke.

“He bruised your arms.” He let out a growl. Richard did have me pinned against the table harshly.. this fingers dug into my arms.

My adrenaline rushing and all over the place, I let out a soft whimper when a finger ran down my spine and the side of my a*s. I heard a shuffle and he stood up behind me, pressing his entire body against my back. I felt his.. manhood, most noticeable of all. I’m afraid to find out what it even looks like.

He pressed his face into my hair and took a deep breath.. my heart pounded in my chest and a cold shudder ran right through me..

“Lean over the desk and don’t move.” He said. My heart jumped in my chest and I looked at the desk. It’s a big one, papers stacked neatly on each side in baskets.. there wasn’t much of anything else. Not a single quill in sight.

“Y-yes, Master,” I whispered. He stepped aside and watched as I leaned against the desk. My hands held me up as I stood bare for him. Goddess.. this is awful.

“Lean down on your elbows.” He said.

I took a deep breath and moved lower. My chest was now almost pressed flat against the desk, my bottom and virtue out in the open.

He grabbed something from the desk drawer and stood behind me. My heart was about to burst at any second..

“I will give you 20 whippings for breaking the rules.” He said. Whippings? Father whipped me quite often.. so maybe this will be tolerable.

“Yes, Master,” I said. I braced myself when I heard him fumble behind me. I waited for a moment until I thought maybe he had changed his mind.. well.. let’s just say thinking that was a mistake.

The whip struck the skin on my bottom and I shrieked. It wasn’t a small whip, but it wasn’t large either. I knew my bottom would definitely be sore for days.

I bit my l*p at the searing pain of another whipping and I gripped the desk harder. I couldn’t tell if these were breaking the skin or not.. but It hurt like hell. I wouldn’t let him know it was hurting so much. So I held back my cries.

I clenched my teeth as I took each whipping. The pain wasn’t so bad by the 20th.. and I hated to admit I was slightly enjoying them.

“You took them well.” He said.

“Thank you, Master,” I said. I didn’t really know what else to say, because he was right. I did take them well.

“You may stand.” He said. I pushed myself off the desk and took a few steps away from him, avoiding his eyes the best that I could.

“Get dressed, then you may leave.” He said. He turned away and walked out of the office. I let out a small sigh of relief that he wasn’t breaking me in.

I quickly pulled up my dress and tied the string. I felt his eyes on me the whole time, and I tried my best to ignore it but it was becoming awkward.

I looked at him as if asking permission to speak, he didn’t say anything for a moment and I figured he didn’t pick it up so I shook my head as I looked away.

“You may speak.” He said. I looked back and eyed him cautiously.. he can’t be serious. I took a deep breath and nodded.

“Have I done something else wrong, Master?” I asked. I need to be good for a while until I could figure out a plan to escape.

“No. You took your punishment well. That is all for tonight so you may leave.” He said.

“Yes, Master.” I bowed my head and walked to the door, Loren opened it from the outside and I quickly made my way out.

That was close.. too close.. I’m having too many close calls lately. I must protect my virtue and I must get out of here.

How I will ever do that is beyond me.. I could never leave Lillian and Sylvia. It won’t be an easy task getting them both and running. Especially from a Lycan King.

I sighed when I reached my room and a guard opened the door. I nodded to both the guards with a soft smile and continued through.

“Oh, Princess! I’ve been waiting forever for you to get back. Did everything go okay? Did he hurt you? He didn’t.. break you in.. did he?” She asked worriedly. She was in her nightgown and she looked exhausted.. I couldn’t help but feel bad that she stayed up waiting for me.

“Settle down, Lillian. He.. didn’t break me in, thank the Moon Goddess. But I did get a punishment.. I broke his rules today.” I said. The residual stinging was a constant reminder of the events of today.

“What happened? What can I get for you?” Her eyes filled with tears as she looked over me closely.

“Well, Lillian.. it’s on my bottom.. he gave me whippings.” I said. She shrieked in horror and ran behind me.

“Let me see? Did he break the skin? Oh, goddess! Princess, it’s already bruising!” She shrieked in horror as she lifted my gown.

“Lillian, really.. it’s not that bad.” I shook my head and tried to pull away. I’ve had worse.

“No! You lay down and I’ll throw together my healing paste.” She pushed me towards the bed.