Page 57 of The Princess Tied

A warning.

When he reached for a chess piece, those big fingers wrapping over the ivory, she recalled the feel of them inside her.

At either end of the board, the prince and John sat on large cushions, studying where the pieces loomed, the dragons and knights, warriors, queens, and kings.

It was soon clear they were evenly matched, or so it seemed to her. Though neither was a master, she thought she could see the strategy of the prince. If John let him corner his dragon warrior, he would swamp the defenses and win by attrition.

She wondered if John knew the tapping code of the Bitzocoin army intelligence corps and she subtly let her hand brush his knee and began to tap. Quietly, of course, and her body should shield her fingers from the prince’s gaze, as well as the board where it overhung their knees.

John made the right move next, and the next one also. In five more moves, Prince Drake was trapped into a failing situation.

“It will be checkmate soon,” John said. “Do you wish to concede, lord?”

The prince sighed, stroking his chin. “Only if you let me fuck your slave girl.”

Po gasped. The prince slyly studied her.

But John did not react, apart from a slight narrowing of his eyes. “Let’s keep going.”

“Of course.”

It was inevitable however, and the prince soon had his forces swept from the board. He tut-tutted and gave in, toppling his dragon king.

“I concede. The game is done. Though if I were a truly observant man, I would accuse you of getting help from the girl.”

“There was none, lord.”

“Of course not. If I knew how, I would have you strung up by the testicles while we all fucked her with something sharp and spiky, but…” He gestured and servants ran in to remove the board. “You may return to your seat and do what I said you must, if you won. Amuse me.”

“Of course.” John bowed his head, rose, and towed her back to their place at the table. By then her nipples were alternately on fire or numb. If they were left clamped for any longer, it might permanently injure them.

She sat, hissing as the chains swung and stirred more pain. Her breasts were definitely twice as heavy as before.

“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.”