“Wider than that,” his royal tormentor whispered against his ear, her hands caressing his flanks with seeming gentleness before abruptly smacking against his bared ass with a resounding slap. “I know you can spread your legs wider.”
“Damn you,” Aldric gritted out between clenched teeth, unholy runes flaring hot against his neck as the accursed slave collar reacted to his refusal to comply. Heat licked down his spine, searing and scorching through his bones until it reached the soles of his feet, invisible flames compelling him to yield or be burned from the inside out.
Her fingers, though, were blessedly cool against his side, a promise of relief, if only he would obey.
Moments passed, stretching longer and hotter the more he resisted; then finally, with a strangled snarl, the knight commander forced his legs farther apart, his nakedness now even more pronounced for the princess’ viewing pleasure.
Instantly, the fire dissipated, and Aldric convulsively clenched his fingers against the stony protrusions of the wall in front of him, struggling to ground himself as he found himself able to breathe once again.
“See how much easier it is when you submit?” Isobel asked softly but pointedly, her words trailing off into a pleased hum as she ran her fingers down the expanse of her captive’s naked back. Just as pointedly, Aldric deigned not to answer, a response that apparently entertained the princess, given her amused laugh.
“You know, I have many ways of loosening that tongue of yours, Knight Commander Aldric.” From behind him, the princess shifted her touch to rub with deliberate slowness at the tops of his hips, her lips and words warm against his shoulder.
If she kept this up, Aldric knew his body would betray him soon enough, but at least Isobel was making her demands plain now. Not as though collaring and stripping him wasn’t proof enough of her intentions earlier, but if she was done toying with him, he’d rather complete the deed sooner rather than later.
He glanced at her sidelong, dark eyes narrowed. “Now that you’ve finished inspecting your stud, are you going to be a good brood mare for him … Princess?” Surely, a barbed taunt like this would provoke some sort of reaction, likely an uncomfortable reprisal of the collar’s effects, but Aldric would be damned if he didn’t attempt to salvage what he could of his pride here. Although his audience was but one, there was something maddeningly humiliating about being naked and on display while the princess remained smugly dressed, unexposed, unmolested.
Unexpectedly, Isobel chuckled and shook her head. “Hardly. In fact–” She turned her hand and grazed her knuckles against the intimate length of him, the curve of her lips knowingly expectant as Aldric’s nostrils flared in response. “–I have a different arrangement in mind. Turn around.”
He’d been naked in the presence of women on numerous previous occasions, having female eyes on him was no great novelty, but he’d never been a princess’ hostage — plaything, his mind damningly clarified — before. With a defiant squaring of his shoulders, Aldric turned to face her fully, but he was hardly prepared for the way her gaze raked over him, azure eyes half-lidded with unabashed desire yet bright with imperious certainty. She knew what she wanted, and she knew she had the upper hand here: what she wanted, she would have.
And fuck it all if there wasn’t something about having the tables turned on him that his cock *liked*.
It would have been impossible for Isobel to miss that sudden twitch of betrayal, and more twitches followed in rapid succession as she closed her grip around him, seizing his hardening manhood for herself.
“Ah,” she breathed, chuckling. “How long has it been since you’ve had a hand around your cock other than your own?”
“A while,” Aldric managed, unable to stop himself from groaning as he tipped his head back against the stone wall. His breathing quickened in time with the increased tempo of her strokes, and he swore ardently as the friction from her touch, deceptively effectual despite her smaller hand, stoked a fire of an altogether different sort than before inside his core.
Just when he thought she’d found her rhythm, though, she began to slow, and he almost opened his mouth to protest — but then he realized that provoking a verbal response from him was undoubtedly her intention.
“Too proud to beg, Knight Commander?” The seemingly innocent tone of Isobel’s question was belied by the teasing rub of her forefinger back and forth, back and forth against the dampening crown of his cock. “Don’t worry. We’ll have plenty of time to work on that later.”
That was hardly reassuring. “Don’t … put yourself out … on my behalf,” Aldric managed to scoff, willing himself all the while not to thrust into her palm. He glared down at her, unaccustomed to this loss of autonomy during sexual stimulation, but he was more disquieted by his body’s favorable reaction to losing control and ceding it to *her*.
“You’re adorable when you pout.” Isobel’s finger began circling his slit, her passes gradually growing wider until she reached where flared edge melded into engorged shaft, drawing a loud, involuntary gasp from his lips.
Aldric sagged against the wall for support, breaths now coming in open-mouthed pants. Coherent thought was fast disintegrating into all-encompassing need, and the knight commander couldn’t have said whether Isobel’s command to thrust came before his pride faltered or the other way around, but thrust he did. The collar was irrelevant at this point, so incessant was the throbbing ache in his cock, and Aldric arched and snapped his hips forward and backward like his life depending on rutting into the princess’ proffered grasp.
Somehow, one of his own hands wound up clamping down around her shoulder, but Isobel didn’t appear to mind him bracing himself against her; in fact, she stepped closer. This time, when her hand began to move again, her pacing was quick and steady, and Aldric immediately upped the ante, shoving aside the last of his dignity with each newly frenzied push and pull of his cock. This time, he wasn’t about to be denied his release.
Isobel’s lips moved, but from Aldric’s desperately impatient, confused expression, it was obvious that he didn’t catch what she had said, so she cheerily repeated herself. “Someone’s in a hurry to pledge fealty.”
At first, Aldric didn’t understand, but then realization sunk in.
“We’re going to do this again and again. And every time you come for me, you’ll be pledging your loyalty and allegiance and service to me.
“Now … come for me.”
The collar warmed ever-so-slightly as the knight commander struggled to summon up a modicum of defiance; but did he truly wish to fight the inevitable?
With a loud shudder, he made his decision and yielded. His orgasm instantly raced though him as his balls tightened and his cock quivered sharply. The warm liquid proof of his virility shot out in sharp spurts, coating the princess’ hand and splashing on his stomach, and he groaned with abandon with each pulse.
Under different circumstances, he might have basked longer in the afterglow, but he could feel her gaze on him still, and after the last echoes of his pleasure had ebbed away, he cracked open his own eyes to peer down at her.
“Not bad for a first time, but I’m going to need many more pledges from you.” Isobel beamed up at him before dragging her tongue along her middle finger with deliberate slowness to lick it clean.
Aldric shook his head, finally allowing himself a smile in turn. “Teasing minx.”
“That’s Princess to you, Knight Commander,” she mock-retorted, but her royal indignation was tempered by her forefinger in her mouth and the incorrigible grin on her lips.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/b7ik30/a_knight_pledges_his_fealty_to_the_princess_mf
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