What the fuck is he doing here?
I stared at the raging grey eyes in front of me, not really believing they're real. No, it can't be. The little stunt I pulled with him must have affected me more than I thought, I must be imagining things.
Still, when the cold voice spoke, there was no mistake, the prince literally came here, in my room, in the brothel.
"Diana," he began coldly after the door closed and proceeded his way closer to me. There was this profound determination in his step and I took an involuntary step back. Still, his hands caught a hold of my face and he pressed his lips to mine.
Still too in shock to react, I stood still as his lips tried desperately to work mine. His kiss was sloppy and very wet, he used his tongue a lot and it made me chuckle.
"Are you laughing at me?" His cold voice asked, slightly breathless. And I actually blushed when I caught his glare. This was such a bizarre situation, he obviously had no idea what's he doing, but was still very confident about it.
"No, sir." I smirked at him, "How would I ever dare?"
This time it was me who grabbed him, one hand on the waist and the other one in his hair, and pulled him in. We started kissing again and I just couldn't help but scowl in between. "Less tongue!" I said to him and took the lead in the kiss, showing him how to do it properly.
I have to give it to him, he was a quick learner and it didn't take him long to make me moan. We were still awkwardly standing in the middle of the room, our hearts beating faster than they should and our tongues interwining.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him as I finally found the strength to pull away from the actually enjoyable kiss.
"For you to make me feel that way again." He half groaned, all hot and bothered again, not willing to let me go, and I have decided to have my fun with him.
"Oh, you don't say," I said as I leaned into his side, making sure to make my boobs noticeable, and started caressing his torso with slow movements of my fingers. "And what way was that, your majesty?" I whispered seductively, making him swallow hard.
"You want me to touch you again?" I teased, travelling lover with my fingers until I finally gently caressed the front of his pants and he lost it. The groan that erupted from his throat was animalistic and he grabbed my head again, kissing me forcefully. I kept my hand on his crotch and as our kiss grew in fever, so did the intensity of my strokes.
"I will fuck you so hard tonight, you will beg me to stop." He threatened during our kiss and I couldn't help but laugh. "Do not mock me, whore!" he yelled, kissing me with even more urge and I have decided to teach him a lesson.
I entangled from his grasp, wiped my mouth and avoided his future attempts of restraining me. "Dear Sir, as exciting as your threat sounds, you just don't have the power to execute it." I said as I used my magic and strapped him in a corner with magical branches. "You are a virgin, after all. It would be a miracle if you lasted more than a minute."
"What are you doing?" he hissed at me.
"Teaching you." I faked a sweet smile as I batted my eyelashes at him. "Just know, that I'll be thinking of you, though."
"What are you talking about woman! Let me go!" he pulled at his restraints.
"Do you mind if I remove your clothes?" I asked, feeling my center wetten just by thinking about what am I going to do.
The prince just eagerly shook his head and I opened his shirt (not able to remove it because of the restraints) and opened his belt buckle. I must admit that I was very eager to learn what's he hiding underneath.
"See, sir. Consent is important, just because you have the power to make me do what you want, doesn't mean you should." I teased as I pulled his pants of and started playing with the edge of his underwear.
"Should we see what's underneath?" I asked excitedly, while looking up at him. Yeah, I know. This is kind of kinky, but honestly having this much power over the man who ruined your life is really exciting.
I saw how his breathing deepened and as soon as I pulled the underwear off, his impressive erection hit his abdomen. My mouth watered, he was big and I just couldn't help not to kiss him on the tip.
In the moment my lips touched, he sucked a breath in. "Like I said, Prince. I will be thinking of you."
I stepped away from him with a mischievous smirk playing on my lips and started casting some spells that would hide the prince from ordinary eyes and won't let him be heard.
"What are you doing?" he said dubiously.
"After tonight, I will be extremely exhausted." I started, voice serious, "I need you to promise me you will not hurt me and will take me back to the house, no matter what."
"What will you do to me?" he asked, dare I think slightly scared.
"Nothing," I smiled to myself. "But I need you to promise me."
"Fine, fine. I promise. Just…" he said desperately and I took pity in him.
I wrapped my fingers around his very aroused member and started stroking slowly, observing his beautiful face bathe in desire. Goddesses, I hope he will keep his word, because I'm about to make him very angry.
"Diana…" he moaned as I kept on stroking him, not well enough to give him release he needed and the muscles in my belly clenched, even though he used the wrong name.
"Now, prince, try to stay as quiet as possible." I grinned at him, knowing how much I'm going to enjoy what comes next.
I have decided to kiss his member one last time, this time teasing the slit with my tongue and getting him to fight the restrains and moan louder.
Just as he expected me to continue, I rose from him, put my mask back on and left the room. I went downstairs and checked the men waiting to be called.
"You," I pointed at the old, fat guy. "Then you, if you're busy, you, …" I said and chose about five least desirable men in the room. "When you see the one before you leave, you enter. Don't make me leave my room!" I ordered them and went back upstairs, my first victim falling behind, struggling up the stairs.
If you haven't realized what my plan is, yet let me explain you my genius. I will have sex with as many despicable, slimey men I could find and have the prince watch it. Why? Mostly to humble him and irritate the shit out of him.
I basically hopped into the room, excitement rushing through my veins. I spotted the frustrated prince and sent him a kiss. "Don't worry, they won't be able to see you."
Before he was able to ask me another question the man finally reached my room, sweat showing on his balding head. "Alright, girly." He said hungrily, "give me that pussy now."
I placed the man in the same line as the prince and stripped myself, catching the blazing eyes of the naked prince. I grinned back at him and winked.
The man, didn't even notice me looking somewhere behind him, he was to occupied by staring at my boobs. I was so invested in irritating the prince that I didn't even see the man reach for them and grab them, moulding them roughly with his small hands. "Oh, yes." He groaned and despite his unattractive looks, I found myself turned on.
He got rid of his clothing quicker than you may expect. "Get on your knees and suck my dick." He groaned and I gladly obeyed, knowing that I'll do to him what prince so desperately wanted me to do to him.
I sunk down and started stroking his wrinkly penis with my hands, I sneaked one last glance at the prince, watching him fight my restraints, still being impressively aroused. At the moment our eyes met I put my mouth on the pointy thing in front of me. Not even detecting the client's movements, I kept my eyes on the prince, whose legs were slightly shaking and I could see his mouth open as if he was screaming.
Sweet, sweet revenge.
You can imagine that the man didn't take long to come and before another client entered I paid a visit to the prince.
"You're sick!" he yelled at me. "Making me watch this, disgusting!"
I touched his member with one hand and roamed my fingers over his torso with the other. "Disgusting?" I raised an eyebrow, "Interesting, your body seems to quite enjoy it."
"I will kill you." He whispered and I have decided to stroke him some more, bringing him to the edge and then robbing him of the final relief.
"Enjoy the rest of the show." I whispered in his ear, before going back to the room to await the next guy.
This one was in his fifties, much wider than the previous one and also much ruder.
"Got on the bed bitch and let me fuck your cunt!" he yelled at me while stroking himself. True charmer.
I laid on the edge of the bed, my head hanging of the edge, observing the princes eerily still body and death gaze. I smiled at him and mouthed 'I'll be imagining you'.
The man came on the bed and not really gently parted my legs and positioned himself in between. "I'll fuck the shit out of your wet cunt."
At this I sent the prince a meaningful glance, feeling as though I have heard similar words today already.
He didn't bother preparing me for his penetration, he just slammed his small penis inside, momentarily knocking the breath out of me.
"Yeah, bitch. You like that!" he screamed as he kept on pushing his dick inside. In the meanwhile, I kept my eyes on the prince making sure he catches my every moan and gasp, even though there weren't many.
Nevertheless, I noticed how his already impressive member started twitching and how desperately he was fighting to free himself of restraint. To touch himself or to kill me, not sure. Still, he was a sight to behold and as I actually imagined him to be fucking me, I came awfully close to the orgasm.
After the man came, he ordered me to get on my all fours and started spanking me. "That's because you're a dirty bitch!" he said as his palm connected with my soft flesh.
But I didn't really care about him, I focused my eyes on the prince who was watching my eyes intently and sneaking a deadly glare at the man behind me.
When he left, I paid another visit to the prince. "Don't expect me to feel sorry for you," he hissed.
"Don't worry, I actually liked it." I grinned up at him, stroking him again, this time deciding to let him come.
"What?" he asked in disbelief, his voice small.
"Yeah, I don't mind occasional spanking or choking." I clarified, while teasingly kissing his neck and collarbone, making him moan uncontrollably.
"Please," he begged, actually begged, "please put it in your mouth. I can't take it anymore."
The absurdity of his words made me soak up. I just made the heir of the throne beg me!
Of course I immediately fell to my knees and took him in my mouth. Making my mouth close on him, my cheek hollow around his length and my tongue tease him while I also stroked the base made him lose his breath. I heard my name being moaned and loud noises leaving his throat as he came.
I swallowed every bit of it and let myself enjoy the sight of his being high on orgasm.
Am I the first one who made him come? Did he ever touch himself? I truly couldn't help to wonder. Still, the night wasn't over, we were close though, I was growing weaker with every minute and soon I will probably pass out.
The next man who came into the room, also not too attractive, wanted to take me from behind. Re-taking the pose from my previous spanking session, I locked my eyes back on the prince and watched him grow again.
This guy, however, was very experienced man. He took his time preparing me for him and as I was holding myself up on the elbows he even stimulated my clit, making me come.
"That's right, baby. Come for me." he said, voice thick of desire. My climax was too strong for me to keep on looking at the prince and I barely even stayed on all four before the man himself finished.