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At Beck and Call	By : AmoureuxDeSang Category: +M through R > My Sweet Prince Views: 1509 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I slowly woke up, rubbing my eyes as I did so. Was it possible that I managed to get a few hours sleep by myself? Tamir had brought my back to my room, helping me dress my sore, exhausted body and placing me into bed. “He'll be here around 6pm. It is only 11am. You need rest for tonight.” He leaned down and lightly kissed my forehead, my eyes already shut before I fully heard the click of the door as he exited.
Glancing at the clock, I saw it was only 3pm. I lay in the bed and thought about Jun, and wondered what he was doing right now.
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Dinner was brought to my room on a tray around 5, I ate it quickly and grabbed my robe. I walked down to the showers, placing my towel on the shelf and hanging my robe up. I stepped into the shower and turned it on. The pippin' hot steamy water cascaded down my skin, a feeling of whoosh overtaking me. You know what I mean, that feeling of utter muscle relaxation when the steamy hot water runs down you. It only lasts about ten seconds, but its the best moment of the shower. I finished washing my hair and body with soap, even taking the time to shave, seeing as how I didn't know when my next alone time would be.
I turned the water off, grabbing my towel and drying myself. I was almost at the moment of humming to myself, it was just a perfect moment for me. I glanced up in the mirror to see that new girl standing behing me. Leah.. Lisa.. Lena.. Lena. That was her name. She was beautiful. Her eyes were so much greener than mine, which borderlined yellow. Hers.. Her eyes were the deepest shade of green ever. Her black hair fell in perfect waves to her shoulders, ending in a curl. She was every inch of beautiful in my opinion. I would see why the king was willing to force if needed. I glanced at her in the mirror, sliding my robe up and over my bare body.
“Where are you from?” Her voice was soft, with a strong accent. She was asking me this? It took a minute for it to register. My gods, she is beautiful.
“America.”
“If he finished with you?”
“I dunno. He told me he'd be back later.”
“Good. I get another night to not worry.” She sighed, slipping her robe off, exposing the most beautiful body I had ever seen. She was perfect in every way, her breasts were so large, but round and perky still. Her hips curved out, oh Tamir would love her body. More than mine? What? Wait... It doesnt matter.
“If you are willing and giving, he is gentle and careful. He only hurts me when I resist or its something I dont want to do.” She looked away from me. “Really.. it's not so bad. He's experienced, and very gentle. Caring. He cares if you are hurting or not, he cares if you are enjoying yourself. “ I picked up my brush from my bag. I started brushing my hair out, watching her out of the corner of my eye. She washed herself off, taking her time on her beautiful black locks. Ger skin was darker than mine, but not by much.
“Is that the reason why you have marks all over you?” She stepped closer to me, reaching out to touch the spots on my back that the whip marks were. She was standing behind me, naked. She leaned forward, her arms around me and taking my robe, She slid it off of me and I was helpless to stop her. She pressed her lips against the welts, dragging her tongue down it. I was startled. Startled and sightly aroused. I wondered if this would get us whipped. To get off with each other instead of a royal family member. “what would they do if they saw this?” She giggled lightly a she said it, grabbing my hips, holding me steady.
My mouth was open slightly as a gasp came from my lips. “He says I wont ever come willing, which is true. I'm not into him. Or any of them. But you.. you I noticed from day one.. I could do him if it meant I was also doing you. “ She slipped one hand down between my legs, pressing her breasts into my back. “You ever been with a girl, child?”
I shook my head no, not wanting to argue my age and not being a child. I couldnt move or speak at the moment. She was not at all what I thought she was, I was frozen in time, not sure what to make of the situation I had on my hands. My eyes caught the clock on the wall. 5:50. oh no. “I have to go”: did I speak? Did I manage to croak it out?”I have to go.. but.. “ and I froze. I wanted to ask her to come to my room.. but Lambert... “But I want to see you again. “ oh. I did speak. What the hell?
She smiled at me, placing my robe back over my shoulders. “Go see your Prince.”
“He;s not mine. He was a friend. Now he's a chore.”
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I arrived back in my room at 6:02. I was scared that I was late and that it would be a punishment for this. Lambert was sitting on my couch, I was standing there soaking wet, with a robe only around me. Frozen. He stood up to take a step towards me and before I could stop myself, I flinched back into the wall, a whimper slipping past my lips. The look on his face spoke volume no words could of. My shoulder sagged suddenly. I just wanted Jun.
“If you don’t want this right now, I can wait. I don’t want to hurt you.” he was saying it, but I knew he didn't really meant it. His fingers were removing my robe as he spoke.
“Its not that, Lambert.. I was late, and you were moving towards me.. See.. The king..” I paused, unsure how to explain why I had stepped back. “It hurts to be whipped.” it was the softest whisper ever. Lambert slipped my robe off of my shoulders and turned me so my back faced him. I heard his sharp inhale as he took in the damage that I had received the night before.
“What did you do?” his fingers trailed near my wounds. “Here.. I have some ointment that I can put on you. And I just wont lay you on your back. Shame.” he started to lead me over to the bed.
“I cried out in pain, and after the first whip came down, I reacted without realizing it and ran from him.” Lambert nodded his head slightly. He knew they were the two things the king had no tolerance for. He wasn't shocked I had been whipped so hard for them.
“My father will tolerate a lot, but for some reason, fear of him.. even when he gives you a reason to fear him, is not something he can handle from his women here'”
“If you don't give someone a reason to run, they typically don't.” I muttered it as Lambert coaxed me to lay on my stomach. He was getting an ointment out of his bag. He unscrewed the cap and began running it onto my wounds, the cooling aspect causing me to exhale slowly, tingles in my skin.
Lambert didn't speak much as he carefully made sure he applied it to all fifteen marks, gently and carefully applying extra to where the skin was cut. He stopped and it was quiet in the room for a few moments. I didn't lift my head, just laid there enjoying the relief that was washing over me. Relief because I know longer hurt, especially since they don't appear to have pain killer here.
“I bought some drink with me, to help you relax here better.” He was offering me a cup, which I took and had a sip, not realizing what his words said. It was strong and my face showed it. I heard him chuckle. “yes, but drink up. You're going to enjoy yourself so much more after drinking it, or perhaps two cups.” I looked at him, pushing myself into a sitting position and lifting the glass to my lips. I held my breathe and downed it. He refilled my cup, his lips lifting into a smile at the corners. Ah yes, Tamir would be furious at him for getting me drunk, but to him, to him it would be worth it for the time being. He'd make sure I was still drunk for his father. After I finished the second cup, I realized what exactly I had drank, as the room started to get fuzzy and my head light headed. The room span a little bit when I moved.
Lambert started to undress, dropping his clothing on the floor before crawling into the bed with me. He laid on his back on the opposite side of the bed of me and motioned for me to come to him. I shifted closer, not getting on top yet as the drink was still slipping over me, making me feel loopy when I moved too much. He was holding something in his hand, and, being an American, I realized that he had a pipe. I smiled to myself, shifting closer still. “You smoke?” I placed my hand on his chest without totally taking in my actions. He looked at me as he finished packing his glass pipe with the green herb.
“Only the best. I share too.” he handed it to me, lighter and all. I placed the glass piece to my lips, placing my finger over the hole on the side and flicking the lighter. I inhaled slowly, deeply. Ahh.. I had missed this since coming to this country. Lambert smoked weed, of all of the brothers. Wow. I held it in before starting to exhale.
“Do the other princes, or your father? Is it hard to come by here?” He took it from me and took his hit, savoring the feeling as well.
“Majority of us do. Father does on occasion. He probably doesn't know as much about American culture as we do.” We took turns passing the bowl until it was empty, he stuck it on the bedside table. He didn't say anything as he reached over to me, running his finger tips across my bare breasts. That's right.. I was naked. A giggle slipped past my lips as I realized I had forgotten that. Lambert smirked. He knew I was drunk. And high.
He pulled me so I was straddling him, sitting atop him as his hands roamed my chest freely, caressing, cupping, lightly rolling his fingers along my skin. I shut my eyes and tilted my head back, it just felt good for the touches to be on my skin, to be so gentle and rewarding. Shifting slightly where I was siting, I found myself pushed against him, hard and unable to be avoided.
I wanted to tease him too, all of a sudden. He wasn't my Jun, but if I shut my eyes, I could pretend. I lifted up, moving my hand to shift him under me,easing myself back down carefully to avoid any penetration. I opened my lower lips to slowly slide my body along his, knowing that I was starting to get wet by his touch. I rocked my body up and down his length, opening my eyes just enough to look down on him, to watch his face. So tense. I could tell he was avoiding just taking control of the situation and finding what he wanted. He did, somehow, manage to allow me to rock up and down his length a few times before grasping my hips and moving me upwards, so I was sitting on his face. At first I tried to move back, totally uncomfortable with that much of me being in his face.
“Grasp the headboard.” he muttered the words, I did as I was told. His hands held my hips firmly as his tongue snaked out, running up my opening and flicking my clit.
“oh my god..” I muttered it, shifting slightly and finding that he let me move while up there. His fingers dug into my hips as his tongue flicked against me again, over and over and over.. my vision gave out as I started to rock on him, aroused and unable to help it. He threw himself into the task at hand, flicking, licking.. sucking? He sucked my clit into his mouth, his teeth nibbling gently, playfully as his tongue flicked over and over, my grasp on the headboard tightening as everything started spinning. Somewhere in the distant future I might come to realize how loudly I cried out as my body tensed, arched, ached, I needed him all of a sudden. It was raw, and I knew that nothing he did would be considered making love. I didn't mind, it felt good.
He let the waves finishing washing over me before pulling me down, my eyes half closed as the orgasm finished wracking my body around. I had no words as I looked at him, his hand wiping his face off He smiled at me as he positioned me on top of him, guiding his throbbing lower head towards my wet entrance. He aimed, and pulled me down as he thrust up. I was so full so instantly, I had to shift around as he seemed determined to get every bit inside of me. He held me on top of him, rocking my hips with his hands to show me what he wanted. “Grind me. Take it all, and take it deep. You're going to enjoy the sting, I promise.” He smiled at me, his hands just rocking my hips. I figured that trying wouldn't hurt, so I pushed down and rocked. His eyes shut, his mouth opened in a slight O. To bring pleasure to his face was exciting to me, rocking, pushing.. finally I reached and removed his hands. I was on top. This was my party. I wanted to be in control.
Lambert moved his hands to my breasts, stroking and flicking, trailing his finger tips and nails along my sensitive skin. I pulled out to the hilt and slowly lowered myself back down, hearing his gasp. Encouraged by his reaction, I did it again and again.. slowly once, quicker the next. I pulled out so only the tip was in and hovered there, waiting for him to look at me. He slowly opened his eyes and made eye contact with me as I lowered myself back down, my pleasure slipping over my face as I felt the building nudge to go for it.. to find my release.
I didn't even think about what he might want, I wanted this. I wanted to feel empowered, to be in control. I wanted to fuck him hard and get off on it and not worry about what he needed for a moment. It has been about Tamir, right now.. now it was about me. I knew it was a mixture of the buzz heightening my senses, my skin tingling for every touch. I knew it was the drink he gave me, lowering my shyness so I didn't mind doing whatever my body asked me to do. I didn't care. I decided to ride him home, hard, fast, rocking slightly when he was deep in me. I cried out my pleasure as he hit something inside of me that caused my vision to blur. Again and again, I aimed for that feeling of intense pleasure. It was overbearing. He gripped my hips and started thrusting up, while I was coming down. We were in this together, mingling our bodies and senses.. my head exploded, I cried out and everything flooded over me, causing the room to spin and my vision to just stop. He caught me as he slammed home his release, forgetting to pull out.. not caring at the moment. He shifted me down beside him, rather shocked that I had fainted from the intensity of the moment.
“At least I have fifteen minutes to just hold you now..” he whispered, pulling me against him. “I can't wait for my father to let me come back to you. No wonder Jun has been pouting around the palace. I will be too until my next time.” he kissed my forehead, I just snuggled closer to him.
* * * * *
Tamir unlocked the door and stepped in, glancing quickly at the picture in front of him. His oldest son and the American asleep in bed together, curled in each others arms. Clothing scattered about and.. booze.. on the coffee table. He smiled to himself. He hadn't thought of getting her drunk. He saw the medicine ointment on the bedside table, and the weed pipe on the other one. He figured that it had been a fun time had by all today. He sat on the edge of the bed. “You two can wake up now.” He chuckled again, touching her shoulder and shaking lightly. She turned, looking up at him, still under the influence of all of the fun things that Lambert had shared. She looked fully sated in the bed at least, her cheeks pink.
Seeing Tamir, she tensed up and shook Lambert. Tensed? No. no he didn't want her to be on edge with him. He wanted her to be giving as she was, obviously,with her son. She reached and shook Lambert, his eyes opening as he saw his father sitting there. Lambert reached for her, placing his hand on the back of her neck and guiding her lips to his.
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“Your majesty.. Please lift your three week ban. I can't wait to come back. ah.. my brothers will enjoy her so much as well.” my place being reminded to me by his words, I poured myself another drink while no one was looking. Minus the chaser this time. I downed the shot fast and followed it by another, and one more for safe keepings. I had never drank before, so part of me didn't realize what three shots of crown, on top of what I had been drinking, would do to me. Tamir did. He watched and didn't stop me.
“It is in place for now. She needs the time, Lambert. This is her third day being sexually active, and she hasn't had more than a few hours rest without someone inside. She gets four days off from all sex before I open those doors to you and your brothers. She'll never rest again. “ He chuckled, knowing that she was the first in the Harem that all of the boys couldn't wait to visit. Except his youngest. You had to be 18 to enter the harem.
Lambert looked at me, smiling, and pulled a bag from his pants pocket, slipping it, the glass pipe and lighter into my bedside table drawer. “For your use later.” He smiled, running his finger down my cheek before placing his shoes on. “I can't wait for this time to pass.” He leaned down and kissed my lips. I signed softly into his touch, remembering how good his hands felt on me. He left without any further conversation.
I went to stand up, reaching for my robes. The room span around me as I caught my balance and laughed out loud. Tamir turned and looked at me, realizing that I was totally wasted. He caught my arm to steady me and settled me back to sitting on the bed. He went to the dresser and found me some clothing, helping me step into the panties and jeans. He clasped a bra on me, helping me get it adjusted right and handed me a shirt. I slipped it on over my head.
“You don't want me now?” I asked, bold from the drink.
“I always want you, Asunia. Always.” He placed my hand against his pants, his erection pressing back. “That's not the question. You need to eat. Come, I'm bringing you to dinner at the palace tonight.”
“Like this?”: My eyes widened. I was so drunk I could barely walk straight.
“Oh yeah, like this and you may flirt and carry on as you wish, but you are to leave for no one's bedroom. Tomorrow starts Jun's three days with you. I will have you once more later before hand, but you seemed utterly fucked right now.” He chuckled, his thumb brushing the red on my cheeks. The flush hadn't left me. I stood to walk to my dresser, stumbling as I went but managing to make it. I brushed my hair out, looking in the mirror.
“She's not going to change and be wiling for you.” what? Was I speaking? Why was I speaking?
“what?” He was confused by my words.
“The new girl. She isn't attracted to men, that's all. I know because she came on to me in the shower. She said she would only be willing with you the first time if I was there. I've never been with a girl. I don't know what I felt about that, but her kiss was sweet.” oh man, why doesn't my filter click on my mouth? What the hell?
He chuckled.”well, she will join us tonight then, so her first time will be willing. Over the next three days, she is getting broken in, as you did. Maybe I should feed her crown, as Lambert did you.”
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