Free The Prince's Pet by Alexia Wiles Page A

blindly stroked his skin with the sponge he turned his head to
look at me.
    "You have no reason to be
afraid." He said. "I may be strict, but I am not cruel.” There was
sincerity in his dark eyes.
    I sat back on my heels, stilling
my hand on his stomach. I swallowed hard. He was being sincere with me, and I
wanted to do the same in return. "It's only... I am a virgin, my
Lord." I admitted. My face burned furiously, and I used my free hand to
push hair from my eyes.
    I felt his stomach tense and
move under my hand, and he blinked in surprise. "How many years are
you?" He asked.
    "Nineteen."
    He looked away with a sigh, then
furrowed his brow. "In our land, you would have been married years
ago."
    I stared blankly at the water.
"Aye, my Prince. In mine, too. It just never happened."
    "Why not? You are not...
well, you are very beautiful."
    I couldn't help a slight smile.
He sounded almost awkward. "Thank you, my Lord." I didn't answer the
question, because I didn't entirely know the answer.
    "I am glad you told
me." He moved, causing the water to slosh, and I felt him take the cloth
from my hand. He put his hand over mine where it rested on his stomach under
the water, and leaned slightly toward me. "You belong to me now." He
said, closing his hand to capture my own. "And my plans for you have not
changed. But I will not rush, and I will not give you more than you can
handle."
    I raised my eyes to his, and
this time made an effort to hold his gaze.
    "Do you understand?"
    "I think so, my Lord."
    Indeed, a sense of relief washed
over me. If he spoke truly, and if I did my best to please him and avoid his
wrath, perhaps we could get along. Some of the fear I had been holding onto for
so long left me, then, and I felt a profound weight lift from my shoulders.
    "But you must not be afraid
to touch me." He said. "There is nothing unnatural or shameful about
our bodies." And his hand moved mine lower.
    I gasped as I felt the thick
hair under my fingertips. Then lower, his rigid member. He was looking at me,
but I was watching the water as I let him move my hand, concentrating on what I
felt. His skin was hot, and soft - and yet firm. As he held my hand against him
I could feel him grow harder, and twitch under my fingers.
    "There is nothing wrong or
frightening about this." He said, and I noticed the way his voice had
grown low and husky. "It is my body's natural reaction to your
touch."
    "Yes, my Lord," I
breathed. Hesitantly, I explored his skin, and as I began to move, he took his
hand away, resting his arm back on the edge of the tub. I let my fingers wander
along the length of him, curious, and then lower. I felt the base of his shaft,
and the soft sac beneath. Gently, I closed my fingers around it, feeling the
firm stones within.
    He moved, shifting his weight.
"You must be gentle there." He said with a soft chuckle.
    I took my hand away, alarmed.
"I am sorry. Did I hurt you?"
    "No." He laughed
again. "Quite the opposite."
    I wrung my fingers together
anxiously.
    "It would please me if you
felt free to touch me any time we are alone."
    "Aye, my Lord."
    "Very well. Let's finish
this bath. The water grows cold."
    The tension evaporated. I washed
his feet, relieved. When he got out of the tub, I took the clean towels and
dried his skin.
    It was easier to look at him
now, since I had been touching him only a moment before. I allowed myself to
admire his statuesque body: his strong limbs, broad shoulders and his firm
behind. His member stood proudly, still aroused, and I didn't shy from the
sight.
    As I dried it, giving the area
equal attention to the rest of him, He made a sharp intake of breath. He made a
small sound and smiled, not hiding his pleasure, and I felt an obscure thrill
to see the reaction he had to my touch. And as he'd said, it was not
frightening.
    He smiled at me, standing
completely naked, his hair still wet and shining. "Go and warm my
bed." He said. Seeing me stiffen slightly, he sighed and looked at