Perfect Master(10)

She was a princess now. And this room was obviously part of her prince’s tower. A lady’s chamber, like those she’d read about in ancient tomes? Perhaps royalty did things differently than commoners who fucked together and slept together.

Well, that was about to change. She’d submitted her cunt to her royal Master—she’d loved every minute of it, too—but that didn’t mean she had suddenly become another royal slave, unless it was in her Master’s bed.

She pressed a button on the bedside console, stretching and reflecting on the delicious soreness between her legs until one of the royal eunuchs stepped through the door and lay facedown on the floor beside her sleeping couch.

“Up with you. Where is Prince Arik?” All this subservience got annoying pretty quickly.

“In his chamber across the hall, my lady.”

“Then I will join him there.” Swinging her legs over the side of the brocaded sleeping couch, Emerald started to get up but hesitated when the eunuch hesitantly cleared his throat.

“I would not, my lady. My lord does not receive visitors so early.”

“Visitors? I am not a visitor. I am his royal highness’s mate. Who are you to tell me I cannot go about this palace as I see fit?”

The eunuch cast his gaze downward, studying the toes of his bare feet with apparent fascination, but when he spoke his voice held the ring of command she’d have expected only from someone of the royal blood. “I am Hikaru, royal eunuch and personal slave to Prince Arik. He has charged me with dressing you before you descend with him into the great hall. And it is on his order that I must prevent you from joining him unless he has need of you.”

That pronouncement made Emerald seethe, but she rose and forced what she imagined was a regal smile. “We must begin, then. I’ll assume you’re as talented a lady’s maid as you are a personal pleasure slave.”

Hikaru shrugged then shot her a mischievous smile. “We shall see, my lady. Take a seat here by the window and we will get started.”

She’d never felt quite so pampered. Beginning with her toes and moving up the outsides of her calves and thighs, the slave massaged warm oil from the sweet olive trees on Earth into every square inch of her skin. Unlike her maid at home, he had long, strong fingers and a sure touch that was more stimulating than relaxing, especially when he spread her legs and worked his magic along her inner thighs and the outer petals of her sex.

An exotic-looking creature, Hikaru seemed oblivious to her feminine charm. Of course he was. He was a possession, different from her only in the fact that he was neither male nor female—a sexless servant who could arouse but apparently not become aroused himself.

A pity. Emerald’s juices were flowing. She wanted release—had to have it before she faced the courtiers. She reached down and stroked his cleanly shaved scalp and his ear with its diamond stud. “Service me now,” she ordered, and when he dipped his head between her legs and tongued her clit she pressed his hands hard against her breasts, needing to feel the tug of the nipple rings and the chain between them.

So wet. So hot. She wanted her Master’s cock in her cunt, her mouth, her ass. When she moaned, Hikaru began to tongue-fuck her, his warm mouth and methodical stabbings more soothing than arousing. He plucked at her ringed nipples until they swelled and hardened. She’d never been so aware—aware that she needed the man in the room across the hall. Her Master, who in one short day had spoiled her with his monster cock and taught her there could be no substitute for it, not now. Not ever.

Emerald no longer wanted to come. Not like this. Not without her Master. She wanted him to be the one to stroke and pet her, to arouse her with his tongue. “Stop!”

Hikaru sat back on his haunches, his head bowed. “I know what you need, my lady, and I wish I had it to give. Come now, and I will dress you to meet the king’s faithful subjects.”

Shame washed over Emerald. “I am sorry.” Surely it must pain this sweet, young eunuch who was once a royal prince to look at himself and see winking diamonds on a royal crest, instead of male genitals.

“Don’t be. They gelded me when I was nine years old. Though I’ve pleasured powerful men of the court, yesterday was the first time in my life I fully understood exactly what joys were taken from me.” He fell silent as he picked up a pair of scissors from the dresser. “Don’t worry. I’m only going to even it up. Prince Arik insisted that your hair be cut short, not shaved.”

“I don’t mind bald. Your head feels…incredibly soft. Still, I’d rather have some hair, even if no man but my Master will ever get to see it.” Emerald loved the feel of the tightly curled, short pelt, the incredibly light feel of her head, the unfamiliar coolness of the breeze when it tugged at the short strands of her hair and swirled over her scalp.