~Nadia~
My sister loved to be whipped and spanked. She was kinky, like most other courtesans that I knew. Sometimes I wondered if I got accidentally swapped when I was a baby. Women in my family were strikingly beautiful, my sisters, mother, cousins, and aunts. Gorgeous curves, seductive faces, and the worked hard to keep in shape.
I was an exception. I had the potential to look sexy if I tried hard. The thought of orgies and polyamory didn't excite me, it disgusted me to the core and I wanted to run away. But life was harsh and I would probably end up in a brothel sooner or later if I pulled such a stunt. It's a man's world and all men were assholes. At least the royal assholes had money and treated us with some respect.
Life in the palace was great for me until my 18th birthday, almost great, except for one thing—the live demos that I had to watch—group sex demos. People of my kind were trained from a young age to give pleasure to the royals. We had to be virgins until we turn 18. And the royal that favorited us got to pop the cherry. If more than one royal liked us, the more the merrier, right!
We were made to observe the 18+ men and women engage in sexual activities; sex in this palace was an open affair.
A harem of courtesans was ushered to please one scumbag of a royal and his wife or girlfriend. My sister was four years older than me and she had been at it with delight. She was very good at giving blow jobs and lap dances, anything to get the royals turned on. And she liked to be fucked and abused and derived some masochistic pleasure out of it.
Ian was the youngest prince in the family, and he recently turned 24. He was known for his insatiable appetite and ability to drive a woman insane with lust. His older brothers were rumored to be cruel and abusive. Damian, who was next in line for the throne had a beautiful wife until last year but she got sick of his twisted acts in bed and ran away with my cousin, a gorgeous man with a big dick. They both were rumored to be dead now.
I was never noticed by anyone and was allowed to freely pursue my hobbies and do whatever, go wherever, as long as I didn't lose my virginity. But all that changed last week. I, and another courtesan who was from a different family, had birthdays on the same day. My aunt was very proud and drunk. She whistled at Ian who was passing by the hallway and loudly announced that I was all his.
He looked at me uncertainly, his intense gaze burning my skin. I always had a crush on him and gawked at his sculpted body whenever I could. I touched myself many times to his thoughts and that cock that I had seen so many times during the demos. But those were all my fantasies, to be in his bed, to be the only one in his bed that he made love to.
I didn't want to be another one of his sex slaves. I didn't want to have anything to do with him because he was such a promiscuous man. I wanted a simple honest, dedicated lover who worked hard to earn a living and came home to my smiling face. Someone who loved everything I cooked, and who allowed me to fill the house and yard with plants. Not some rich spoiled brat who had no respect toward women.
I prayed that he would reject me, say that he was busy with one of his training camps or escapades. He was usually gone for several days hunting, visiting other family properties, training young warriors, and so on. I hoped that he was busy this time too.
"With pleasure! Fresh meat." He smirked at me.
I approached him when he was fencing with his little nephew and appeared to be in a great mood. I told him that I wanted out of this arrangement, and out of this courtesan life. I requested him to let me go and offered to provide any kind of service to him and his kingdom, except for using my body to do so.
"Interesting. You want to dig in the dirt instead of wearing fancy clothes and look pretty?"
"There's a lot more to it than looking pretty..."
"You don't like sex?" He cut me off.
"I do, but not like that."
"Are you asexual?"
Is he even listening to me? Talking to him is futile.
"Most women in the harem are actually bisexual, with a few lesbians. You need to explore a bit to figure out what you are."
"I know what I am and what I want."
"Are we playing dom-sub in my bed?" His stupid irrelevant question confused me.
"What do you mean?"
"Are you playing the dominatrix role in bed right now?"
"No??"
"Then why are you talking to me in that voice? Want a good whipping??" His muscles flexed when he moved his fencing sword.
I remained silent.
"You have the audacity to come and demand what you want from me?! And be rude when I offer suggestions."
"I was just trying my luck to..."
"Tough luck, honey. You will strip for me when I tell you to. Clear?"
I nodded.
"Then clear out of my way."
He resumed with his nephew, laughing and carefree.
I faked to be sick and didn't get up from my bed on the D day. He sent for me but I refused. I guess the party went on without me but he didn't forget. He asked for me today. I went to his room expecting the worst. But if this was how his punishments felt, I would want them every day! It was mind-blowing and I won't be forgetting those unchained sensations anytime soon.
I had a secret boyfriend for almost a year when I turned 16 but nothing he did ever felt this exhilarating. My body became a puppet in Ian's hands, more like his slave. Not just what he did with his tongue but his kisses were also intoxicating. I am wet again thinking about his touch, that tongue, and those hands running over my body.
God! What do I do?
My body was aching for him and I have no control over it.
~Nadia~ Thoughts about him caused the familiar tingling sensation all over my body. I went into my bedroom and plopped on my bed. My body was aching with need like I had never known before. I rubbed my happy button thinking about his erection. He told me that I turned him on. That got my juices flowing. I rubbed harder and faster, imagining his tongue running over it. "Nadia?!" Ugh! My mother was looking for me. "I'm here!" I got up and ran to see what she wanted. "It's almost dinner time for the royals. Why aren't you in the kitchen?" I told the head chef how passionate I felt about cooking and she gave me an opportunity to watch her cook and help her out with preparing sauces sometimes. But most other responsibilities that she gave me were useless to me. Take coffee to the Prince's bedroom, serve dinner, and wait at th
~Nadia~ I was terrified that Ian was going to rape me. His eyes were filled with lust and longing. He locked the bedroom door and pushed my back against it. I squirmed in his grip trying to reach for the doorknob. "What's wrong with you? Calm down!" He said sternly. He sounded unhappy that I was reluctant. It must be strange for him to see someone who actually doesn't want him that way. At least I would like to think that I didn't want him. But my body was a traitor and it was enjoying his closeness and towering presence. "Sir, please! I w..." "Ian. Call me Ian." I was confused. He wanted to punish me for rudeness but also wanted me to address him by his first name? "We are equals in the bedroom, except when I tell you we aren't." He said, roughly caressing my cheek. He grabbed me by the back of my neck and wrap
I rushed back to the courtesan quarters looking for my cousin, Julia. She was a year older than me but much prettier and bolder. She made a lot of money at a young age by initiating sex all the time and being present at every orgy. "Where have you been? It's almost midnight so mom was wondering if you snuck out or something," said Lydia, my sister. "I had to go to Prince Ian's chamber and..." She clutched my wrist in excitement before I could finish. "Did you do it?" "No. I couldn't." "What's wrong? Anyway, did he ask for me then?" She ran to the mirror to get ready, frantically brushing her hair. She had jet black wavy hair just like me, much shorter than mine. She carefully put on eyeliner to enhance her already large dark eyes. "He asked for Julia. I can't find her though." "Julia?!" She scrunched her face in annoyance which slowly changed to a disappointed expression. "I will go look for her first b
~Ian~"Aren't we going to go to your room?" She asked me nervously as I sat her on a granite counter."Why? Does it matter?"I couldn't wait for her response and ravaged her little mouth.The need in her eyes, that pure unadulterated kind of lust, fueled a fire deep inside me. My hips jerked forward; I wanted to give her everything she needed. But I couldn't get past those hungry lips of hers. They pressed lingering wet kisses on my face, and her hands were urging me to get closer, squeezing me into an extra tight hug.I was lost in her touch and kisses. No great victory on the battlefield came close to the sense of accomplishment I felt when she wrapped her arms around me. Feeling wanted by her was all I cared about these days.Those soft whimpers when I molded my body into hers drove me off the edge. I kissed her hard and deep, not able to get enough of her juicy ruby lips. My cock throbbed against her stomach in anticipation when I imagin
~Nadia~"Really? Three days?!" I asked my sister Lydia."Yeah, didn't he tell you?"I shook my head. Ian was gone on some hunting expedition for the next three days, and everyone seemed to know except for the clueless me."Well, that's a surprise. Considering how things went last evening, I thought he was going to take you as his mistress.""Right, he didn't even look at me by the time we were done.""Let me guess. You were stupid enough to refuse him again? And he felt that enough is enough and asked you to get out?""Not really. He didn't say anything, so I left.""Well, you can redeem yourself when he comes back. There will be another one of those sex parties when he returns. Don't turn him down then.""I think it's too late for that already. You all got an invitation, I didn't. I wasn't even aware of his trip."I was surprised by how emotional I felt today. I had a really good time yesterday where someone made
~Nadia~It was the harvest season, and I finally got a chance to get out of the palace. My grandfather worked in the orchards and was involved in moving the harvest to the cellars or for processing.I accompanied him along with my nephew, Ethan, who was six years old and loved plants just like I did. Ethan always helped me around the garden as well, and we had a great time moving cart fulls of peaches and apples today.I watched the sunset on my way back, feeling happy that it was the third and last day without Ian. Another night to go and he would be here tomorrow morning.I returned to the palace in high spirits, only for my excitement to be immediately cut short."There she is!" My mother was delighted to see me which was a horrible thing in itself. I hoped that she didn't sell me off to some foreign merchant while I was away.Lydia patted my back as if I returned victorious from a war or something."What's going on?" I asked, not
"Will you have sex with me?" I asked Noah, who was now standing outside my bedroom. "W-what?" He said with a dazed face. "You heard me. I feel a little fucked up right now, and I think a good fuck will help me." "Nadia... The risk is too high, you know that right?" "I won't tell anyone. I had a boyfriend for a year and even my sister didn't know about him, not even his name." I reached out for his hand, but he moved away. "I'm sorry, I can't." When I was sixteen, Julia was caught with a man who wasn't a Royal. They both were sentenced to death but my cousin lied that he had forced himself upon her. She was spared because of her good acting skills. This was one of the reasons why I could never find a man. Even my boyfriend back then was too scared to do much and then he drifted away. I have to be deemed unfit to be a courtesan first, and that isn't going to happen until I cross twenty-one or twenty-two, depending
He didn't flinch when I slapped him. Instead, his soft lips crushed harder against mine, forcing a moan out of me. The deep hunger in his eyes left goosebumps all over me.Get a grip on yourself, you fool! He doesn't feel anything for you. I reminded myself about last night and my temper began to rise again. But the more I fought him, the more he kissed me. I would be lying if I said that his kisses didn't calm me down. It was black magic for sure.I wanted to close my eyes and relish the warmth of his lips. The stinging sensation when his fingers dug into my skin felt like it was his way of saying that he missed me. That's where the problem lied; he never said anything about missing me. It was all in my head because I only saw what I wanted to see. The one thing he ever said was that he wanted to fuck me, and that shouldn't even be remotely flattering to me.I needed to get his hands off of me before I lost my mind. I pressed my body against him, causing him to