Steamy Diaries
I craved the feeling of being used and abused, of being nothing more than a plaything for the prince’s amusement.
One day, as he was fucking me particularly hard, I realized that I loved him. I loved the way he made me feel, the way he controlled every aspect of my life. I was completely and utterly his.
“Master,” I gasped, as he pounded into me. “I love you. I want to be your slave forever.”
The prince grinned down at me, his eyes filled with lust and cruelty. “You already are, my little whore. You’re mine, now and forever.”