The Princess Slave

Violette POV

He pulled away and looked at me with fire in his eyes.

“You’re the first woman I’ve ever kissed. There’s just something about you..” He said softly. I narrowed my eyes and smirked as if I didn’t believe him. He’s such a good kisser.. There’s no way he’s not kissed other woman.

“I’m serious.. that was something I swore would only be for my mate. Like my bed.. and a few other things.” He said. I pulled my hands away from him and stepped back. Then let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding in.

I felt bad.. I’m not his mate, yet I’ve caused him to break those promises. But I also.. made promises to myself and my mate.. that I broke with him. I think it would be safe to say we’re even.

He eyed me up and down making the hair stand on my arms.. goddess.. when he does that it drives me crazy. I could already feel my core soaking my inner thighs. This man really knew how to get me feeling this way..

“You should stop that.” He said. I couldn’t help it and he knew it.. he took a step closer to me and his eyes went black. If only Ever seen that once with him, and I think I liked it more each time.

“I won’t hurt you.. unless you ask me to.” He said in a husky voice. I swallowed hard and it hurt, my eyes flashed to the papers on his desk and he followed my sight.

“Do you want to say something?” He asked. His eyes went back to their natural color when he looked back at me. I nodded.. I do want to say something, I’m just not sure how he’ll react.

He stepped over and grabbed a blank paper and quill, laying them next to each other on the desk. My heart raced in my chest as I walked over to the paper and gained the courage I needed to write what I wanted to write.

-will you punish me? For being so awful these last weeks?- I stepped back so he could read my words. He looked back at me with a confused look.

“I understand why, Violette. You don’t need a punishment.” He said. His face was laced with worry and it made my heart skip beats to see it affected him that way.

I stepped back over and wrote again.

-what if I wanted you to punish me?- my lips curled so slightly as I thought about my previous punishments and how they made me feel.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

A smirk appeared on his face as he looked back at me.

“You want me to whip you?” He asked. I nodded. It made me feel. Feel everything. It was punishment, and it was pleasure.. I couldn’t describe in words how much I enjoyed it when he was doing it.

“Only if you want me to.” He said softly. I nodded once again. He reached into his desk and pulled out the whip. I sucked in my lower l*p at the sight of it in his hands.. goddess.. my mind is surely messed up to enjoy my punishments.

“Come here then.” He said softly. I walked over to him and he grabbed my waist and turned me around. He reached in front of me, the whip still in his hands as he untied the string between my breasts and ran his fingers down my arms as he pulled down the gown.

“How many do you want?” He whispered. It made me shudder when his warm breath hit the back of my neck. I pulled the paper and quill in front of me on the desk and wrote.

-as many as you want.- when I knew he’d read it, I slid the paper and quill to the side of the desk.

He pushed me down gently on the desk, my bottom pressed flat against his hard manhood. He moved my hair to the side and trailed the whip down my spine before backing away from me.

One strike. I gripped the front of the desk tightly and closed my eyes. The pain felt good.. it was a pain I could control.. not like the pain that was inflicted by others.. by my Father. I craved Viktor’s punishments.

Two strikes. The muscles in my back tightened as the whip cracked against my bottom and I bit into my bottom l*p. Goddess.. I was getting more aroused with each second.. the scent of arousal perfumed the air.

Three. I knew my bottom was red.. it would surely bruise before healing. He definitely wasn’t going easy and I liked that. In fact.. I loved it.

Four. His breaths were heavy and erratic as he ran his fingers over the marks and let out a low growl. That only enticed me even more. I need more of it.. so much more. I couldn’t explain how much I enjoyed it, but I knew he enjoyed it just as much as I do.

Five. My breath hitched in my throat.. I wanted to m**n.. but I knew not a sound would come out. I wish I could be vocal during this time.. and I knew he wished it too.

He whipped me several more times. And each time, I grew wetter and wetter.. it began trickling onto my thighs. I was hot and sweaty.. and the mere thought of him being inside me made my head all fuzzy.

I thought he’d continue, but he sat the whip down beside me and stood me up.

When I faced him, I didn’t even get the chance to think before he pressed his lips against mine in a frenzy. He picked me up by my bottom and sat me on the desk, then moved his hands into my hair. He pressed himself between my thighs, his e******n poking me through his pants.

He gripped my hair tightly as he pulled my head back. And for a moment, I began to panic as my mind filled with the memories of that night in the woods.

“Don’t worry.” He said softly as he pulled his lips from mine. He kissed my jaw, moving down my throat, and lingered over my scar.

“I’m so sorry I let this happen to you.” He whispered. He kissed my scar lightly, my world spinning as he did. I bit my l*p as he came back up and looked me in the eyes.

“I will make it up to you.” He said. He got on his knees and I looked down at him confused.

He pulled me forward, my bottom almost sticking straight off the desk but I leaned back and held myself on. I wanted to ask what he was doing..but I knew that would be too much trouble to write it down.

I threw my head back as he bit the inside of my thigh.. goddess.. what is he doing?

“Look at me.” He demanded. I did as he asked and looked at him.. the look in his eyes made me nervous. Like he was going to devour me and there was no chance of getting away.. not even if I wanted to.

He put my thighs over his shoulders as I held myself up on the desk. I was so curious.. with every second my core throbbed, and my eagerness to find out ate at me.

He inched closer to my core.. then bit my other thigh. Goddess.. why does he do this to me?

My eyes widened as he blew air against my core. I opened my mouth out of reflex to speak.. but he ran his tongue against my folds making me let out a breath instead. He gripped my thighs tightly.. his eyes piercing mine as he slid his tongue across me.

I’d never imagined him doing something like this.. I didn’t even know it was a thing to be done. All I did know, was that it felt beyond amazing and i wanted him to continue.

Dear.. Goddess..