“You know I’m starting to regret coming here,” I told Massa after we exited the welcome party they had thrown in his honor. We’re on our way to his wing and I’m trying to forget the pain in my knees. I had to kneel beside Massa for two and a half hours simply because my kind is not tolerated in their palace. I also had to eat the leavings off his plate. The leavings! And to think that his other whores envied me.
“Oh really? What made you say that?”
“Well for starters, ever since I’ve been here, I’ve had limited freedom. I can’t even go anywhere unless you are coming with me. I can’t scrutinize openly because it’s rude and my mouth hurts a lot from constantly saying, my prince! I’m even tired of the envious looks I keep receiving from those other women. How can anyone want to be in my position?”
Massa chuckled as he unlocked his bedroom door. I walked in before him, and he shut the door once inside. “Your mouth is going to hurt some more that’s for sure. Plus, you have no idea how important your position is Stormie. And you didn’t end your rant with my prince.”
I threw my boot at him. He dodged it, laughing. “It’s not funny Massa. Being your whore is not fun. It’s boring.”
His eyes darkened. “Not fun? Boring? You’re only saying that because I haven’t touched you.”
“Except sex, so what? You don’t know how to interest me.”
“And Sia can? Ruarc too? Stormie, we all have our ways of treating our women and mine is more about satisfying all her sexual needs.”
“But I don’t have a sexual need right now.”
“You sure about that love?”, Massa asked walking towards me. I took multiple steps backward until I couldn’t anymore. His knuckle brushed my exposed stomach and I suck in a sharp breath.
“Very,” I reply, my gaze on his finger that trailed my waistline. His touch shouldn’t arouse me, but it did, and now the cold that I was feeling earlier was replaced with heat.
“But you seem so aroused right now…”
“I’m not…”
“I want to kiss you, Stormie. I can, right?”
“It’s wrong,” I tell him. “I’m already taken and…”
“That didn’t answer my question. And I should punish you for refusing your master.”
“You can’t kiss me,” I say firmly.
“Watch me.”
And before I could say a word, Massa’s mouth came down hot on mine. He kisses me savagely, and I try to push him away but the stubborn prince keeps me in place, assaulting my mouth with his kisses. He rips off my clothes, breaking off the kiss just to put me down on his bed. My breasts bounce as I scoot to the edge, away from him.
I want this. I want to be touched but I don’t want him to be the one doing it. Sia yeah, Ruarc is okay, but not Massa. I have a mate for moon’s sake.
But the prince refused to listen, stripping down to his underwear. He lay thick beneath his boxers and I feel a little giddy that I can still make a man hard.
The bed dips under his weight, and the quilt I used to cover my nakedness is ripped away from me. I gasp as he pulls me to him, claiming my lips once more. He pulls away when I don’t return the kiss.
“I wish you would just stop fighting this.”
“This is wrong Massa. I’m your brother’s mate.”
“And you’re my whore. Stormie, Ruarc and Sia won’t be here until after a while, so let’s have fun until then.”
“Massa,” I whine.
“You’ll like it. I promise.”
My protest dies in my throat the moment he squeezed my boob, and that’s my weakness. My toes curl in pleasure as he earnestly sucks my nipples while massaging the other breast. I’m dying in ecstasy but I refuse to moan. Massa moves on to the next breast, rolling the swollen bud between his fingers.
“Massa, we shouldn’t…”
“Stop complaining and just spread your legs for me love.”
They remain closed.
Angry, Massa grabs hold of my feet and spreads them apart. He slips a finger into my wet folds and I can’t help the moan that leaves my lips as he strokes me while placing soft kisses on my clit.
“You like that yeah?”
I nod.
“Do you like it slow or…”
“I don’t care about the tempo. All I want is to feel good.”
Massa increased his pace and my toes curled in pleasure.
“I’m over the edge. I’m over…”
He is aggressively pushed off me, by none other than Ruarc.
His features are etched in fury as he pins Massa to the wall, delivering a blow to his stomach. “Who gave you the fucking right to finger my mate?”
“She’s my whore Ruarc. I have all rights to her body.”
Ruarc growls, punching his brother. I turned to Sia who had come to sit beside me on the bed.
“He’s going to kill him if you don’t stop Ruarc,” I tell him.
“I don’t care Crinka. He shouldn’t have touched you. He knew better than to finger you.”
“Massa was only fulfilling my request,” I lie.
Sia laughs. “You can stop lying now.”
“I’m not lying Sia!”, I yell, hoping to get Ruarc’s attention. Don’t they understand that I would be blamed or even punished if something happened to Massa? “I asked Massa to do the work you guys can’t.”
Ruarc’s eyes darkened as he turned to me. Sia’s nostrils flared. Massa fell on his knees, coughing out blood. My eyes widened. I hope he will be okay.
“What did you just say?”, Ruarc asks, stopping short at the edge of the bed.
“I said that I wasn’t lying…”
He cuts me off. “I heard that part. How about you repeat what you said after that?”
I swallow. “I said that I asked Massa to touch me since you and Sia couldn’t.”
Ruarc laughs. “You honestly think that I can’t touch you? You think that I can’t put your leg up my shoulder and fuck you to oblivion? Baby girl, we could stay up all day making love.”
“You’re just all talk,” I say rising. “How about you stop talking and start doing it? I went through heat alone and I hate that. I’m no good girl Ruarc. I love the feel of a good hard cock between my thighs. I haven’t been fucked in over five months so don’t blame me if I ask your younger brother to show me a good time!”
“And whose fault is that?”, Ruarc yells. “I told you I’d fuck you once you got rid of Sia’s mark.”
“His mark is gone now and you haven’t touched me! Let me take care of Massa. HE is my responsibility now.”
“You’re mine and mine alone!”
“That’s where you’re mistaken Ruarc,” Massa said getting up. He has a few bruises and a cut on his lips. “Crinka is not just yours. She is Sia’s too and now that she has become my whore, she’s mine too. In essence, you should learn how to share.”
Sia caught Ruarc’s fist in midair. “That’s enough Ruarc. Massa is right. Crinka is not just yours, she’s ours too. And you’ve gotta get used to her getting touched by Massa. Do you think I enjoy seeing her touched by another man? No, but I have to suck it up because if I don’t, she might get hurt. So, stop being aggressive and start sucking things up. And you shouldn’t blame Crinka for asking Massa to satisfy her when you failed to do so. Now that we’ve cleared that up, how about we get down to why we are here?”
“Let her dress up first,” Massa said. “Unless I won’t be able to stop myself.”
I glared at him. “I don’t know if you know but the female clothes in your closet don’t conceal anything.”
“You can wear my shirt?”, Sia offered.
“No, she will wear my cloak.”
“You know what? I’ll just wear both. Sia your shirt please.”
He hands it to me after taking it off and I resist the urge to feast my eyes on his chest as I put on his shirt.
Ruarc hands me his cloak and I wear it as well.
“Thanks. I feel better now.”
“Okay now clean up Massa,” Ruarc ordered.
“But you’re the one that hit him,” I tell him.
“Obey before complain Crinka. Now go into the kitchen and get me some towels.”
“I’m not your fucking maid Ruarc.”
He glares. “Get the towels Crinka, before I lose my damn mind.”
“I hate you Ruarc.”
“You will soon dispose of such words after our sexes are familiar with each other. Now? Hate me but obey me.”