The prince pushed my legs forward, letting me rest as I slowly lifted myself up again. “You are a s*x goddess…” he panted as he leaned over the bed, his p***s slowly softening and starting to hang limply.
“I am for your pleasure, nothing more.” It was something the Dame had always told us girls to say; a way of demeaning us and reminding us of our place in this life. He pulled me to him them, wrapping his arms under my breasts and heaving me off of the bed. “Your grace!” I squealed, the prince turning and walking to the buffet of food that had been placed out.
“Call me Luc, at least; call me by my name in private.” He kissed the side of my neck, suckling at the same spot as he did before. I wondered then if he had a fetish for necks or something, the number of times he had suckled in the
