Free The Prince's Pet by Alexia Wiles Page B

me
earnestly. "Just get undressed and get in the bed. Keep it warm for
me." Then he moved closer, looking down at me and staring directly into my
eyes. "I will not be hurting you tonight."
    "Yes, my Prince." I
bowed my head.
    ––––––––
    I t might have been only minutes
but time dragged and it felt like hours. I lay restlessly between the Prince's
luxurious sheets, waiting for him to come to his bed.
    The mattress was so soft – even
more comfortable than I'd imagined, and certainly softer than I'd ever slept
on. The quilts were light and yet warm. The whole arrangement was determined to
lull me to sleep, and yet I was wide awake, wound tighter than a bow-string.
    My whole body was alert. I
fidgeted endlessly. My nipples were still hard and sensitive, and the warmth
and wetness between my legs hadn't ceased since the bathing ritual.
    I remembered times at home when
I'd woken from dreams feeling this way. In the dark of my own room I would
sleepily explore my own body, running my hands over my breasts and imagining a
lover. Now the anonymous figure had been replaced with Prince Issander's body,
with all its planes and hard muscles. His large, warm hands, his smooth warm
skin and deep eyes.
    I couldn't help but feel shame.
He was my master - my captor. I was his property. I should not be feeling such
things. I should hate him for doing this to me. Or at the least, I
shouldn't go to his bed willingly!
    I will not hurt you tonight, he
had said. He had no obligation to make such a promise. I was his slave, and he
could do whatever he wanted. I believed him - and still... if he wasn't going
to take me tonight, I wondered what else he had planned. But was I afraid, or
merely eager to find out?
    When he entered the room, a
vague dark shape in the dim light, I pretended sleep. He snuffed the lanterns.
I felt his weight move the mattress, and he pulled the covers over himself.
    I was laying curled in on
myself, facing away from him – naked, as per his command. I could sense him
looking over at me.
    He rolled to face me, then moved
close, settling next to me. I could smell his clean smell, and feel the heat of
his skin. He reached out, and touched my hair, and my heart resumed its
thudding.
    For the longest time he ran his
fingers through my hair, idly untangling its waves. He stroked my head and
hair, caressing me slowly. At first it felt odd - almost like I was being
petted like a cat. But slowly I found my eyes closing, my eyelids growing
heavy. My tension melted away as my Master ran his hands over me.
    His hand wandered over my
shoulder, down my arm to the elbow. Back to my hair. Tracing long strokes over
my body. My hands were tucked under my chin, shielding my body, so his hand
dropped down to brush over my hip and thigh.
    I opened my eyes at his touch
there, roused from my near-sleep. But he just continued stroking me, from my
shoulder to the curve of my hip. His fingers left a shivery, tingling sensation
in their wake, and I shifted my thighs together restlessly.
    Issander's hand curved around my
waist, resting there. When he didn't move again, I held my breath.
    It was a minute before he leaned
in, closer to my pillowed head.  “Go to sleep.” He said. He paused for a
moment, and I imagined he must be smirking at me.
    I listened as his breathing
deepened and became regular. His hand grew heavier where it rested on me. But I
remained awake, unable to ignore the presence of his naked body a bare inch
from mine.
    It was warm – cozy and
comfortable. Almost as though we were lovers simply falling asleep together.
What would happen if I simply rolled in his arms and embraced him right now?
Would he continue to stroke me, perhaps kiss me... or more?
    For a long while, I grappled
with the impulse to do just that. The only thing stopping me was my own
self-loathing. Could my captor win me over with only a gentle word and a simple
touch? Was I so fickle?
    And yet, I yearned.

Chapter
6
    I was exhausted by the time