Chapter 1 ONE | HER SWEET MOANS

Ian Is she for real? Did she really say no to me?! I was the hottest guy in the kingdom, rich and powerful. All my life I have only met smitten women who liked to flatter me or beg for more. They meant nothing to me but bodies to conquer and move onto the next. This woman was born in a pleasure house. What else does she think she existed for? I called her into my room to punish her for disobeying me yesterday. I expected her to have a good reason for refusing my offer. "Please, sir! I will send my sister to you." Her eyes were brimming with tears like her worst nightmares had come true. I pinned her to the wall and caged her between my arms, with our bodies separated only by a few inches. She was scared-stiff to move as if it was a sin if her body accidentally grazed against mine. Her reluctance only made my cock grow hard, very hard. "Look at me!" She lifted her face, with large pleading eyes and quivering lips. Damn! I want to bite those plump lips. "It will only take me a minute to taint you, Nadia Naadiya whatever your name is." Her brows furrowed in apprehension. "It will be easier if you submit and not act like some 'don't-touch-my-virgin-pussy' saint.""But why me? You know you can have anyone you want." I rubbed my nose against her soft cheek. "Anyone?? Why didn't you show up yesterday? You got no respect for your Prince?" Tears were streaming down her cheek, and she turned her face away. I lightly kissed the spot below her ear lobe, causing her to tremble more. "Answer me! And stop with these tears. They aren't going to melt me.""I- I didn't know that you w-would notice." She averted my gaze. "Well, I did. All those things that you are passionate about, you can do them in your free time. I won't stop you. But I need you in my bed.""What would you lose if you make an exception for once? You got so many options, much better ones.""You are a courtesan who turned 18. There can be no exceptions.""I am no good. I got no clue how to please you. And I DON'T WANT to be trained by those skanky women!""Are you yelling at me right now, Nadia?" I pulled her close to me and locked her in my embrace. She writhed in my arms, struggling to loosen my grip. She stopped moving and her eyes widened for a second when she felt my hardness press into her. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pushed her down to look at the floor. "What?" She asked looking confused. I took her hand into mine and made her feel my erection. "You turn me on like crazy. I have to have you, and I will have it no other way." I brushed my lips against hers. "Will you let me go if I suck you?" She asked looking at me in anticipation. She was full of surprises. I pushed her onto my bed. "That's not what I want. I want to eat you, make you moan.""No!!!" She tried to crawl out of my grip but I had her pinned to the bed and pressed my body against hers. I slipped my hand into her panties. Fuck! It was dripping wet. I wanted to destroy that pussy by pounding it endlessly. Not today. I didn't want to rape her. I wanted her to beg me for it. "Please, let me go." She placed those small palms of her hands against my chest and pushed me hard. "Sure, after I make you cum.""I n..." I closed her mouth with my hand before she could protest. Her eyes reflected fear as if I said I was going to kill her. I kissed her neck while rubbing my thumb on her clit. She whimpered softly. She clawed at the bedsheets sighing and gasping when I pumped my fingers in her. I grabbed her by her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed and got on my knees. I swirled my tongue around her soaking pussy, sucking and licking her deep while rubbing her clit. A loud moan escaped her and it made my cock throb. God! If she moans so loud for just this, the roof will come down when I push her against the wall and take her from the back. I trailed my tongue up and kissed her belly button while fingering her pussy. She moaned again, her back arching and glutes raising up in the air. I went back down to eat her some more. She tugged at my hair and screamed in pleasure. I stopped to torment her. She gave me a shocked look, her eyes begging me to continue. "Will you come to me when I ask for you?" She clutched the bedsheets again but didn't respond. I slowly circled those delicious pink lips of her core with my fingers and tugged at her clit with my lips. "Yes or no??""Y-yes, yes! Please don't stop.""You will take part in group sex?""I don't want to!!""Say it.""I want it!""What do you want?""I want you to eat my pussy, and not stop until I cum." I inserted two fingers inside her and caught her juices with my tongue. She threw her head back asking me to not stop. Convulsing with moans rupturing out constantly, she wrapped her legs around my shoulders and moved in a quick rhythm against my tongue. She shuddered and let out a loud satisfied moan before her body relaxed. I cleaned up with my tongue, feeling giddy with excitement. I moved up and restained her wrists, not wanting to let her leave. "Can I go now, please!" She was breathing heavily. Her cheeks were turning deep red when I looked into her eyes. "Are you blushing?" I bit her cheek hard and then kissed it. "You may go." I moved away from her. I needed to cool off. "Ask your sister to get here right now," I told her before she walked out of the door. "And tell her to bring a whip."

Chapter 2 TWO | THE ARROGANT PLAYBOY PRINCE

Nadia My sister loved to be whipped and spanked. She was kinky, like most other courtesans that I knew. Sometimes I wondered if I got accidentally swapped when I was a baby. Women in my family were strikingly beautiful, my sisters, mother, cousins, and aunts. Gorgeous curves, seductive faces, and the worked hard to keep in shape. I was an exception. I had the potential to look sexy if I tried hard. The thought of orgies and polyamory didn't excite me, it disgusted me to the core and I wanted to run away. But life was harsh and I would probably end up in a brothel sooner or later if I pulled such a stunt. It's a man's world and all men were assholes. At least the royal assholes had money and treated us with some respect. Life in the palace was great for me until my 18th birthday, almost great, except for one thing—the live demos that I had to watch—group sex demos. People of my kind were trained from a young age to give pleasure to the royals. We had to be virgins until we turn 18. And the royal that favorited us got to pop the cherry. If more than one royal liked us, the more the merrier, right! We were made to observe the 18+ men and women engage in sexual activities; sex in this palace was an open affair. A harem of courtesans was ushered to please one scumbag of a royal and his wife or girlfriend. My sister was four years older than me and she had been at it with delight. She was very good at giving blow jobs and lap dances, anything to get the royals turned on. And she liked to be fucked and abused and derived some masochistic pleasure out of it. Ian was the youngest prince in the family, and he recently turned 24. He was known for his insatiable appetite and ability to drive a woman insane with lust. His older brothers were rumored to be cruel and abusive. Damian, who was next in line for the throne had a beautiful wife until last year but she got sick of his twisted acts in bed and ran away with my cousin, a gorgeous man with a big dick. They both were rumored to be dead now. I was never noticed by anyone and was allowed to freely pursue my hobbies and do whatever, go wherever, as long as I didn't lose my virginity. But all that changed last week. I, and another courtesan who was from a different family, had birthdays on the same day. My aunt was very proud and drunk. She whistled at Ian who was passing by the hallway and loudly announced that I was all his. He looked at me uncertainly, his intense gaze burning my skin. I always had a crush on him and gawked at his sculpted body whenever I could. I touched myself many times to his thoughts and that cock that I had seen so many times during the demos. But those were all my fantasies, to be in his bed, to be the only one in his bed that he made love to. I didn't want to be another one of his sex slaves. I didn't want to have anything to do with him because he was such a promiscuous man. I wanted a simple honest, dedicated lover who worked hard to earn a living and came home to my smiling face. Someone who loved everything I cooked, and who allowed me to fill the house and yard with plants. Not some rich spoiled brat who had no respect toward women. I prayed that he would reject me, say that he was busy with one of his training camps or escapades. He was usually gone for several days hunting, visiting other family properties, training young warriors, and so on. I hoped that he was busy this time too. "With pleasure! Fresh meat." He smirked at me. I approached him when he was fencing with his little nephew and appeared to be in a great mood. I told him that I wanted out of this arrangement, and out of this courtesan life. I requested him to let me go and offered to provide any kind of service to him and his kingdom, except for using my body to do so. "Interesting. You want to dig in the dirt instead of wearing fancy clothes and look pretty?""There's a lot more to it than looking pretty...""You don't like sex?" He cut me off. "I do, but not like that.""Are you asexual?" Is he even listening to me? Talking to him is futile. "Most women in the harem are actually bisexual, with a few lesbians. You need to explore a bit to figure out what you are.""I know what I am and what I want.""Are we playing dom-sub in my bed?" His stupid irrelevant question confused me. "What do you mean?""Are you playing the dominatrix role in bed right now?""No??""Then why are you talking to me in that voice? Want a good whipping??" His muscles flexed when he moved his fencing sword. I remained silent. "You have the audacity to come and demand what you want from me?! And be rude when I offer suggestions.""I was just trying my luck to...""Tough luck, honey. You will strip for me when I tell you to. Clear?" I nodded. "Then clear out of my way." He resumed with his nephew, laughing and carefree. I faked to be sick and didn't get up from my bed on the D day. He sent for me but I refused. I guess the party went on without me but he didn't forget. He asked for me today. I went to his room expecting the worst. But if this was how his punishments felt, I would want them every day! It was mind-blowing and I won't be forgetting those unchained sensations anytime soon. I had a secret boyfriend for almost a year when I turned 16 but nothing he did ever felt this exhilarating. My body became a puppet in Ian's hands, more like his slave. Not just what he did with his tongue but his kisses were also intoxicating. I am wet again thinking about his touch, that tongue, and those hands running over my body. God! What do I do? My body was aching for him and I have no control over it.

Chapter 3 THREE | PETTY REVENGE

Nadia Thoughts about him caused the familiar tingling sensation all over my body. I went into my bedroom and plopped on my bed. My body was aching with need like I had never known before. I rubbed my happy button thinking about his erection. He told me that I turned him on. That got my juices flowing. I rubbed harder and faster, imagining his tongue running over it. "Nadia?!" Ugh! My mother was looking for me. "I'm here!" I got up and ran to see what she wanted. "It's almost dinner time for the royals. Why aren't you in the kitchen?" I told the head chef how passionate I felt about cooking and she gave me an opportunity to watch her cook and help her out with preparing sauces sometimes. But most other responsibilities that she gave me were useless to me. Take coffee to the Prince's bedroom, serve dinner, and wait at the dining table, blah blah blah that I didn't care about. It paid me good money though. Ian never noticed me before and so it wasn't a problem standing at the dining table and while the rich folks pretended that I didn't exist. But today was going to be different. He just ate me less than an hour back. And it will be awkward standing near him. I hoped that I didn't have to. It's his spoiled sisters and the vixen girlfriend of his who needed everything passed to them and served most of the time. I will just stand close to one of them. And so I stood next to Jenna, his feather-bedded girlfriend who treated everyone like vermin unless they were wealthy. She moans like a whore when Ian fucks her. I hated her more for that reason, lucky bitch could probably kiss him whenever she wanted, touch him however she wanted. "Can't you hear me?" She snapped her fingers at me. "Sorry." I stood in an attention position waiting for her to repeat what she wanted. "Pass that stew over.""Absolutely." I slightly bent over towards Ian to reach for it and once I picked the pot, Ian ran his fingers across my waist where the skin was exposed. It caused sparks to shoot up all over my body and I spilled the hot stew. And guess where it fell? Most of it on the table but a few drops on his girlfriend. She usually finds excuses to yell at people. "You bitch! You ruined my dress." She took off her housecoat and frilled neckband and threw them at my face. "Get them cleaned well!" The head servant responsible for dinner arrangements, Nancy, came running to apologize to everyone. Jenna rolled her eyes. Nancy chided me for my clumsiness and told me to go back into the kitchen. I looked at Ian hoping to see that he touched me by accident while reaching over for something. But no! Of course, he did it purposefully. He was smirking, enjoying the drama. This accidentally deliberate grazing and bothering happened two more times. I was afraid to yell at him the second time he did something like this the very next day. I was asked to serve drinks to all the warriors at training. I took twenty-two drinks on a tray at once, hoping not to drop them and cause an embarrassing scene. A few men, the non-royals, always flirted with me but never did anything more than that because they know courtesans are off-limits to them unless the royalty allowed them to, on occasion. Although they were high ranking warriors in the army, they were mostly common people like me but were trained to excel. The lack of royal blood in their veins deprived them of the courtesan privilege. Ian waited for the men to clear out and approached me. Until last week, I thoroughly enjoyed seeing his hot and sweaty body come near me to grab a drink after training. Except that, he never noticed me before. I retraced my steps when he walked toward me, his gaze never drifting from me. I was standing on the stairs, two steps above him. He was still taller than me, but I didn't feel as short. There were three cups of water and a glass of juice left on the tray when he pinched the skin near my belly button and I almost dropped the tray. He caught it by placing his hand under the tray, his eyes never leaving mine. I expected him to mock me or say something ridiculous but he didn't. He just smirked before grabbing a drink and leaving. The third time he messed with me turned into a disaster. Several guests arrived at the palace to collect some paintings for an upcoming art auctioning for charity. Elaborate dinner and pre-dinner arrangements were made. There were some song and dance programs happening near the garden area and everyone was seated in rows and round tables watching and socializing. I was told to present some keepsakes, which were homemade wrapped candy and random paraphernalia, to the guests. Ian was seated in a row with some other men on either side. I walked between the rows to hand them items. I skipped him because he obviously doesn't need a keepsake, it was his party. He stopped me by putting his leg in my way which I didn't see until it was too late. He caught me into his arms and pulled me to his lap as I was about to fall, and the items in the tray and the tray went flying. Not only did I create a mess and cause embarrassment to the hosts, but I fell into his arms which was not taken lightly by his mother or the head servant of the house. I had to hear a lot of nasty words about how I threw myself at the most eligible bachelor and what not. I couldn't dare to throw an accusatory look at Ian because most of his family members were staring at me. I was taught to always accept fault even if one of the royals deliberately caused trouble. It was etiquette 101 for poor people who lived on the palace grounds. This public bashing almost made me cry. I waited for the party to get over so that I could confront Ian and ask him to fucking stop making my life miserable. It felt like he was punishing me for disobeying him. I was coming across as an incompetent klutz, and oh, after tonight probably a sleazy scheming gold digger too. I stopped him from going upstairs and confronted him. "You think too much about yourself Nadia. Do you think people take time to look at you and form an opinion about you? No one knows that you exist. They just know you as 'some servant girl'. They won't know even if you told them that it was you who fucked up every day in a row." I pushed him angrily and said, "I didn't fuck up! You made me look like I did.""You look really cute when you get mad. But that doesn't mean that you are allowed to talk to me in that tone." He scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder to carry me upstairs. "Put me down! I am sorry I forgot!""I warned you.""I am sorry, please. It won't happen again.""Yeah after I punish you, it won't happen again obviously." I punched him in the back and whacked him on the shoulders asking to put me down. "If you don't stop, I will make you pay for every blow." He said in a warning tone.

Chapter 4 FOUR | YES OR NO?

Nadia I was terrified that Ian was going to rape me. His eyes were filled with lust and longing. He locked the bedroom door and pushed my back against it. I squirmed in his grip trying to reach for the doorknob. "What's wrong with you? Calm down!" He said sternly. He sounded unhappy that I was reluctant. It must be strange for him to see someone who actually doesn't want him that way. At least I would like to think that I didn't want him. But my body was a traitor and it was enjoying his closeness and towering presence. "Sir, please! I w...""Ian. Call me Ian." I was confused. He wanted to punish me for rudeness but also wanted me to address him by his first name? "We are equals in the bedroom, except when I tell you we aren't." He said, roughly caressing my cheek. He grabbed me by the back of my neck and wrapped his other arm around my waist to pull me closer. The sensation of my nipples touching his strong, sculpted chest sent chills of pleasure down my spine. He planted his lips on mine and my surprised gasp got him amused. I never saw him kiss anyone on the lips. "Take off your clothes," he ordered in a husky voice. I wanted to feel his naked body against mine, but I felt shy at the same time. "Do as I say unless you want them ripped!" He continued to kiss me while taking his clothes off. I hesitantly crossed my arms around my waist and touched my blouse. He stopped kissing and pulled my blouse off in one swift move. His hands traced along my curves down to my hips and pressed me against his hardness. I had no control over my body anymore, and I raised my leg to wrap it around his, trying to suppress my moans. He cupped my breasts hungrily and started eating them. I thought I was going to push him away. I raised my hands to do so but my hands wanted to fist his hair instead, asking him to not stop. His tongue moved from my tits to my neck, licking and sucking it passionately. I found myself grinding against his cock, moaning uncontrollably telling him how good it feels. He pulled my panties off with urgency and picked me off the floor. My legs were wrapped around his waist and the length of his manhood chafed on my wet pussy. "Mmmm..." I grabbed onto his shoulders tightly and closed my eyes. He pushed my hair off my face and kissed my lips before positioning his cock at the entrance of my core. My body tensed up and I dug my fingers into his shoulders. "Oh IAN!" I rubbed my cheek against his forehead while he kissed my collarbone. "Hmm..." His response was a breathy moan as he moved my long hair off my breasts to suck them. His tongue could do magic is what I realized. Everywhere it touched me, I was left wanting more. He tried to place the tip of his cock near my entrance again but I had the same tightening up kind of reaction. He ignored it this time and tried to push his cock inside when my eyes snapped open and I said, "No!" He stopped and looked at me questioningly. "Please don't," I don't know what I was saying because I wanted him inside me at the same time. He put me down and I became conscious of my nakedness, now that we were standing away from each other. He studied me for a moment before cupping my face, pulling me close for another passionate kiss on the lips. I was too nervous to return his kiss with equal fervor because I was wondering if I wanted to lose my virginity to him. My answer would be a strong no if I was in my proper senses. "Kiss me back!" He demanded. I pulled away and retreated my steps. He moved forward closing the distance between us. His sexy eyes and intense gaze burned my skin. I moved further back only to hit his bed and fall on it in surprise. He picked me up and dropped me on his bed again so that my head rested on a pillow. His hot body pressed against me and I wrapped my legs around his hips again, pulling him closer and harder against my pussy. He grazed his fingers over my neck, all the way down to my slit, and rubbed it in slow circles. "I want to lick it, may I?" He asked, rubbing his nose against mine and kissing it gently. I shook my head in a no but my hips were circling to match the rhythm of his fingers, pleading them to move faster. He smirked before asking, "Is that a yes or no?""No!" I said. But my thighs locked his fingers against my wet core, making sure that he didn't take them away. He laughed softly and said, "Guess I should listen to your pussy instead of that lying mouth." He pulled his hand away from my moistness and my hips fell back to the bed in disappointment. He laughed again before moving down, kissing my navel, thighs, and the outside bits of my pussy. His tongue went everywhere except my pussy, driving me crazy. When I realized that I had lost the battle already, I grabbed on his hair tightly and pulled him to my dripping wetness, moaning loudly the minute his tongue touched it in soft strokes. He drove me so wild even before going down on me that I was close to coming already. But he didn't let me. He locked my thighs into his own and moved his cock over my slick pussy. I spread my legs wide open, moaning with a burning need. But my inhibitions took over just before he could enter, and I put both my hands over the spot that his cock was probing. "Let me inside Nadia." He whispered sensually in my ear. "No, please" I begged but it sounded more like "Please do me now""Are you really so hellbent on saving yourself?" I nodded in agreement. He frowned before asking, "Do you have a boyfriend?""No""Who is this fantasy man then? Future husband??" I nodded hesitantly. He plopped on the bed next to me, on his stomach with a "Damn it, Nadia!" He rubbed his face against the pillow before turning to me. "That's not really possible. You know that too right?""I do. But I will only do it with a different man if I have no other option.""You can leave then." He pushed his face back into the pillow. I felt the urge to run my hands over his back but I stopped myself. I got up to leave but found myself saying, "I can suck you if you want. If you want a release, I mean." I said nervously with a stutter. He got up to grab me by my arm and push me against the bed before saying, "Is that so? I just realized that I didn't punish you yet." My eyes widened in horror to which his lips curled up. "Have you done it before?""A blowjob? A couple of times.""And who was this guy?""Someone not important. It's been a year.""There will be an orgy tomorrow. You can show me what you got there.""But...""No buts. You can't have everything your way. Either that or you let me fuck you now." I got up hurriedly. "Tomorrow then." He chuckled and laid back down on the bed, with his hands behind his head. His gaze never left me as I put my clothes on. "Nadia" I looked back. "I love your hair. It's very sexy when it touches your nipples." I didn't know what my response should be. "Thank you?""Ask your cousin to get here. I don't want your sister today." He was such a manwhore, I thought while closing the door behind me.

Chapter 5 FIVE | THE ORGY FAIL

I rushed back to the courtesan quarters looking for my cousin, Julia. She was a year older than me but much prettier and bolder. She made a lot of money at a young age by initiating sex all the time and being present at every orgy. "Where have you been? It's almost midnight so mom was wondering if you snuck out or something," said Lydia, my sister. "I had to go to Prince Ian's chamber and..." She clutched my wrist in excitement before I could finish. "Did you do it?""No. I couldn't.""What's wrong? Anyway, did he ask for me then?" She ran to the mirror to get ready, frantically brushing her hair. She had jet black wavy hair just like me, much shorter than mine. She carefully put on eyeliner to enhance her already large dark eyes. "He asked for Julia. I can't find her though.""Julia?!" She scrunched her face in annoyance which slowly changed to a disappointed expression. "I will go look for her first but we need to talk. I have some questions for you." I told her so that she didn't go to sleep yet. "What questions?""Apparently I am participating in the orgy tomorrow," I said hesitantly. Lydia squealed in excitement clapping her hands. "You are going to love it. You just have to loosen up a bit. I thought you were never going to get an invitation again." Julia was about to go to bed when I found her. The minute I told her about going to Ian's bedroom, she brushed her teeth and ran upstairs. "Do you know if royals ever kiss on our lips? I never saw them do it." I asked my sister. "Not that I know of. None of them ever kissed me, even in the most passionate moment." I thought so too. I wasn't sure what to think of Ian kissing me twice on my lips today. I never saw him eat someone's pussy either. The courtesans did that among themselves and had to get his girlfriend ready for him to fuck too. He just fucked. I wonder what he does to Lydia, Julia, and all when they go to his bedroom. "Are you wanting him to kiss you and have some vanilla sex? You can forget it." Lydia's words pulled me away from my thoughts. "Oh, nothing like that. I was just wondering.""We are meant to be fucked Nadia, not loved. You can save all those feelings for your husband." I had a feeling that Ian was very different with me than he was with the others. I never saw this side when I saw him at those group sex sessions. It made me uncomfortable and strangely happy at the same time. I would hate to get possessive about a lustful, promiscuous man like that but I couldn't help thinking about him. His hot body, relentless tongue, and most sexy were those eyes and the way they looked at me. I was beginning to get aroused by merely thinking about him. "I have to give him a head tomorrow at the orgy," I told Lydia nervously. "What are you so nervous about? You know how to.""But what if he doesn't like what I do? Or doesn't get hard. Everyone will be looking." I hated the thought of being exposed that way. These intimate moments were special especially because of intimacy and secrecy. But these hardcore sex addicts don't get it. "You will be fine. Julia and I will be there too. Stop thinking and get some beauty sleep." She jumped into her bed and passed out soon enough. I touched myself thinking about Ian. I thought about him on many nights when masturbating, ever since I was 13. But tonight was different. I was thinking about how he held me in his arms and whispered gently to let him in. Never did I imagine that his tenderness could also drive me crazy. It was past noon by the time I woke up. I stayed up all night chewing on my nails and going crazy with anxiety. I panicked when I realized that I only had a couple of hours before the orgy nightmare. I did everything the way Lydia did, facial, sugar scrub, pucker up lips, heavy eye makeup, and wear a sensual dress that can be removed in a sensual way, not awkward and struggling. I felt both stupid and excited by the time I was ready. Stupid because I never wanted to act like the bimbo that I was right now. Excited because I actually loved the finished look and didn't expect to look pretty without much effort. Oh well, I looked at the clock and realized it was quite a bit of effort considering that I took almost two hours to get ready. I went to Lydia to check if I needed to change anything. "You look perfect! Don't crease your eyebrows and don't forget to smile. Let's go!!" We reached the fancy room that was set up for the event; dim lights and lightly fragrant. Ian wasn't there yet. Julia was kissing another woman. Ian's girlfriend was getting her toes sucked and it made me want to vomit. I would rather die than have to do that to her. Just then, Ian entered the room and his eyes fell on me as soon as he sat on one of the couches. My cousin rushed to him immediately, leaned in a seductive manner, and caressed his hair and temple but he moved his face away, as a cue for her to go away. She didn't go away. She sat down near his feet waiting for his orders. He looked like some sex god with that confident aura around him. He signaled me with his finger. I slowly walked toward him, unsure if I should have taken my clothes off. Most of them were already almost naked but I was fully dressed and it made me feel out of place. I sat next to my cousin, near his feet, anticipating his next move. My cousin ran her hands over my body and it gave me the creeps. She tugged at my top to take it off but I subtly moved away from her and placed my hands on Ian's knees. He had an amused look on his face that added to my feeling of nervousness. I became conscious of my makeup when he looked into my eyes longer than usual. I moved my hands with uncertainty to remove his pants but he caught my wrists to stop. Did I do something wrong? My heart was pounding against my chest. Julia's violating hands on my body were beginning to irritate me. Ian pulled me up by my wrists and placed me on his lap, pressing me close to his chest. And he did it again! He kissed me on my lips, a long and passionate kiss. When I pulled away to catch my breath, he stood up carrying me like yesterday when we were making out. He planted another passionate kiss while walking out of the room when his girlfriend called out confused. "Ian! Where are you going??" He stopped kissing but didn't look away from me. I avoided his gaze and turned to see everyone. It felt very embarrassing to be the center of attention in such a place. Also, I couldn't face Ian's eyes that bored into me so intensely. My sister was staring at me with wide eyes and an open mouth. So was almost everyone except for his girlfriend who was shooting daggers at me with her eyes. "I changed my mind. I don't feel like it today." He replied to her and then turned my face towards him to kiss me again while walking to his room carrying me so effortlessly.

Chapter 6 SIX | BAD GIRL

Ian"Aren't we going to go to your room?" She asked me nervously as I sat her on a granite counter. "Why? Does it matter?" I couldn't wait for her response and ravaged her little mouth. The need in her eyes, that pure unadulterated kind of lust, fueled a fire deep inside me. My hips jerked forward; I wanted to give her everything she needed. But I couldn't get past those hungry lips of hers. They pressed lingering wet kisses on my face, and her hands were urging me to get closer, squeezing me into an extra tight hug. I was lost in her touch and kisses. No great victory on the battlefield came close to the sense of accomplishment I felt when she wrapped her arms around me. Feeling wanted by her was all I cared about these days. Those soft whimpers when I molded my body into hers drove me off the edge. I kissed her hard and deep, not able to get enough of her juicy ruby lips. My cock throbbed against her stomach in anticipation when I imagined her lips on it. Damn! "You smell so darn good!" I buried my face in her neck and breathed in the smell of her hair. "Oh!" She moaned as my hands roamed inside her top, hungry for her breasts. I cupped them and massaged them, feeling her nipples growing erect under my palms. "Ian...!" She bit her lips and snaked her arms around my neck, moaning through the kisses as I played with her nipples. I carried her to the bed, and she looked toward the door. I wondered why she needed to keep it so private. She has to get used to it; I wanted to take her in every room, whenever and however I wanted. And who was going to watch was the least of my concern. I pushed her against the bed and said, "You look so sexy today. I want to swallow you whole." She gasped at my words, and a dark blush crept across her cheeks. Before I could reach for another kiss, she turned away, burying her face in the pillow. "Nadia, come on!" I moved her hair off her back and kissed the nape of her neck lightly. Her entire body shuddered under me, her ass rubbing against my cock through the clothes. "Why do you still have your clothes on?" I moved my fingers up inside her skirt until they reached the hem of her underwear. She yelped when I ripped it off and slapped her ass. She turned her face around to kiss me on the cheek. Even those sweet kisses had my body spiraling out of control. I turned her around but she got up and switched positions with me. She sat on my stomach and bent down to run her tongue over my Adam's apple. I tugged at her hair, groaning with pleasure. Her tongue moved in slow circles down my abs to my bulge, and I was rock hard. Her luscious lips closed around my throbbing hardness. Holy shit!! She looked up at me as her tongue swiped across the head of my cock. I thrashed my head against the pillow when she leaned down and took the entire head into her greedy mouth, sucking and licking relentlessly. "Oh, Nadia." She slowly moved one of her hands down her stomach, to rub her clit. I tugged at her hair and forced her to look up. "Don't you dare to touch yourself!" I warned her. She pouted and looked at me with a whining face before grasping my hard shaft with both her hands and taking more of me into her mouth. I couldn't stop groaning loudly as she played with my balls while stroking down with her tongue before going back up to focus on the head again. "Fuck, fuck!" I pushed her head down with a firm hand, leaking precum already as she reached the base of my cock. It felt so so good that I didn't want it to end. She pulled away for a bit, sucking hard on the tip. My cock twitched between her lips when she whimpered softly, trying not to gag. I held the back of her neck and pushed her head down again, pounding into her mouth nonstop while leaking precum heavily. "Holy fuck Nadia... I am going to cum!" I exploded in her mouth, shooting straight down her throat and she continued to stroke my shaft with her tongue. "Suck the tip and don't stop until I tell you to," I growled digging my hands into her hair. I let her pull off of me as cum began dripping down her lips. I was in awe at the way she laved her tongue over her lips and sucked her finger to lick the last of the cum. "It was too fucking good," I said, pulling her body close to mine. "Did you like that?" She murmured against my ear. "What do you think?" I groaned, rubbing her clit in tight little circles. "Mmm...!" She ground against my fingers. "So fucking wet for me," I said, rolling over her and gently slipping a finger inside her tight pussy. She clenched against my thrusting finger, whimpering and moaning. I smacked her hand when she tried to rub her clit and used my thumb instead. "Ian." She mumbled, moving her hips to match the rhythm of my fingers. I added another finger and pushed them deeper. She cried out my name again, raking her fingernails over my back. I pulled her top up to expose her hard nipples. God! I was growing a stiff erection again. She began to move faster when I curled my finger up inside her while taking one of her nipples into my mouth. "Heaven...!" she exclaimed, making me groan. I sucked on her other nipple and felt her pussy clench, wetness gushing onto my fingers. She sighed in ecstasy and reached for my bulge again. "Oh baby, you are such a bad girl," I said, caressing her lower lip with my thumb before biting it. The bell for dinner rang and she jumped up like a spring. "Relax! You are with me.""I have to go!" She writhed under my grip. "Nadia!""Please, let me go." Tears were beginning to fill her eyes. "What's wrong?""This is wrong." She straightened her top and reached for her skirt. "Oh for fuck sake, Nadia! I am getting tired of waiting.""I am sorry. I will ask someone else to get here.""I don't want someone else right now." We heard voices in the hallway get louder, and she buried her face in my chest, feeling mortified. "Why do you have to be so difficult?" I plopped on the pillow next to her in disappointment.

Chapter 7 SEVEN | THE HOPELESS ROMANTIC

Nadia"Really? Three days?!" I asked my sister Lydia. "Yeah, didn't he tell you?" I shook my head. Ian was gone on some hunting expedition for the next three days, and everyone seemed to know except for the clueless me. "Well, that's a surprise. Considering how things went last evening, I thought he was going to take you as his mistress.""Right, he didn't even look at me by the time we were done.""Let me guess. You were stupid enough to refuse him again? And he felt that enough is enough and asked you to get out?""Not really. He didn't say anything, so I left.""Well, you can redeem yourself when he comes back. There will be another one of those sex parties when he returns. Don't turn him down then.""I think it's too late for that already. You all got an invitation, I didn't. I wasn't even aware of his trip." I was surprised by how emotional I felt today. I had a really good time yesterday where someone made me feel loved and wanted as a person, not a piece of meat. It wasn't the typical royal and courtesan kind of a session for sure. Maybe it was, I guess he did treat me as if I was a piece of meat, but being the hopeless romantic I was, I might have seen it differently. My feelings for him have been quickly changing ever since he kissed me the first time. I have been trying to read too much between the lines. If he really cared about me or my sentiments, he wouldn't have pushed me further for something that I didn't want to do. And now I sensed being cut off from him and his parties. I should be happy about how things panned out, but I was feeling miserable. Three long days! They were going to feel like an eternity without seeing him. He often used to leave the palace for different work or fun reasons, and I never bothered to keep track of them. I used to feast my eyes on that hot sculpted body when he was around and think about him when touching myself, and that was about it. This new onslaught of emotions was something I didn't prepare myself for. I was pining for a fuckboy who got pissed at me and probably forgot about my existence by now. I spent my day moping around the palace until my cousin gave me some more bad news. "This is a great week for us! Three such parties in a week, woohoo!" She looked thrilled. "Second one is tomorrow, and you are invited to this one. Happy Eighteenth birthday again, sweetie! It's a great start for you with so many opportunities pouring in." Julia's mother congratulated me as if I stumbled upon a gold mine. It was Ian's brother this time. Ian has been patient with me so far and didn't force me into doing anything. I wasn't so sure about his ruthless brother though. I made the mistake of approaching Ian when this happened last time and he ended up remembering me. So this time, I did not approach his brother. I decided to pretend like I was going to attend, and then, after showering and getting ready, I faked extreme sickness and went to bed. "Food poisoning I guess, no fever," I told my mother when she sat on my bed with a scrutinizing glare. "I hope you realize your mistake soon," she said. "I am not faking it! Undercooked steak always does this to me..." I was going to explain how many times I threw up but my voice trailed off when I saw the look on her face. "You fool! Do you have any idea how much money you lost already? You had four opportunities to prove your skill, and Lydia tells me you failed all four times?" I should stop telling Lydia the truth, I decided. "With a face so forgettable and aspirations so lowly, I will be surprised if anyone will ever want to marry you. You hardly have another two or three years as a courtesan before the Royals label you an old maid and shove you to the side. If you don't take advantage of your looks right now, you will be left a pauper. Don't forget that men who are interested in marrying us are only after our money.""I have been making a decent income for myself for the past five years, before anyone else my age did.""Those peanuts you make won't amount to anything. You will not attract good suitors with a job like that.""It gives me more reason to not be rich then, to be able to find someone who is genuinely interested in me and not my wealth.""No one is ever genuinely interested in anyone, and even if they are, it doesn't last for more than a few years at best. It's high time that you grow some brain and become practical. And don't forget, every man wants his bride to be a virgin, and you won't be one. So why do you think anyone will marry you? Like it or not, money is everything, and you are going to need a lot of it.""I will try next time. Can I please get some sleep now? I feel sick." I did feel nauseous at the thought of attending another orgy. I wanted to please Ian, and I was willing to attend the last one because he was going to be there. Why would I want to go this time? I felt like a lovesick puppy who wanted to see him and cuddle with him. I don't care if my mother thinks I am not attractive because Ian thinks I am. He couldn't stop kissing me, couldn't take his hands off of me. He looked into my eyes for as long as I looked into his. I should stop thinking about him before things spiral way out of control than they already are. I have to end this fairytale dream and become practical, should forget about that playboy this very minute. I closed my eyes, trying to make up for last night's sleepless struggle, and the first thing I saw was his sexy smile before he dipped his head down to swirl his tongue around my stiff nipples. Ah! How I wanted him to do that to me again. That look of adoration in his eyes when I traced kisses on his jawline, was I really imagining all these things while he just wanted to have sex with me? Oh, God! Another thirty-six hours to go before I see him again. Sleep is out of the question until he holds me in his arms again. But will he?

Chapter 8 EIGHT | RUDE AWAKENING

Nadia It was the harvest season, and I finally got a chance to get out of the palace. My grandfather worked in the orchards and was involved in moving the harvest to the cellars or for processing. I accompanied him along with my nephew, Ethan, who was six years old and loved plants just like I did. Ethan always helped me around the garden as well, and we had a great time moving cart fulls of peaches and apples today. I watched the sunset on my way back, feeling happy that it was the third and last day without Ian. Another night to go and he would be here tomorrow morning. I returned to the palace in high spirits, only for my excitement to be immediately cut short. "There she is!" My mother was delighted to see me which was a horrible thing in itself. I hoped that she didn't sell me off to some foreign merchant while I was away. Lydia patted my back as if I returned victorious from a war or something. "What's going on?" I asked, not wanting to know. "Here's your first proper income sweetheart. You won't believe how much you made!" Julia's mother handed me a thick envelope. I was confused. What did I make this money for? A feeling of dread washed over me. "Your Prince Charming is very generous. He paid you even for the day that you rejected his group sex invitation. Four hefty payments in total. And he counted all your failed performances as private sessions." My mother said with a proud smile. "You still shouldn't let go of the opportunity to be his mistress. If he approved all your payments before leaving on his trip, there is hope that he still wants you," said Julia's mother. She was the reason behind all this mess and my tangled up feelings, to begin with. She was so wasted on my birthday that she had drawn Ian's attention with her babbling, putting an abrupt end to my carefree life. Until a few minutes ago, I was just lovesick and sad about falling for such a man, but now I was feeling like a true prostitute. Ian paid for every moment I spent with him. If I had any doubts about him feeling something more for me, he utterly cleared them all. "I love your strategy, Nadia," Julia said, with admiration in her eyes. "It looked like a bad move at first to give up on such a privilege. Did anyone of you guess that the Prince would have taken it as a challenge? A bold trick for sure, Nadia!""Yes, and he is not going to back off until he gets what he wants. So, a couple more private sessions and a lot more money. Oh my! I won't be surprised if you make a year's worth in your very first month." My mother was building castles in the air. They would probably kick me out if I told them how I really felt. Not sure if saying that I felt heartbroken was an exaggeration. Was I really some sort of a challenge for him? The petty ways in which he troubled me a few days back definitely showed that his ego was hurt and he wanted revenge. So all those things he did, treating me differently and making me special, was just his way to make me sleep with him? And when he failed, he got pissed and decided that I wasn't worth his time. Oh well... I should blame myself for expecting anything different from him. I guess I forgot who I was. I needed this rude awakening. I went to sleep, thinking about all the plants and garden supplies that I was going to buy with the money I got. I will buy a nice foldable platform trolley for my grandfather. He is too old to be lugging such heavyweights from the orchards to the carts. Ethan and I helped but we weren't really very useful, especially Ethan, because he ate most of the peaches he carried today. *********** Ian just returned this morning, and his stupid sex party was in the evening. He couldn't wait even for a day before scheduling it. "You still need to come and watch unless you are sick." My sister reminded me. "Hmm... I can't really use up all my sick passes." I needed them for when Ian's brothers sent out invitations next week or later. I hoped to go unnoticed as long as possible. "Are you sure? You actually look sick today.""I am fine." I will have to watch Ian fuck other women to get over him. I need everything there is to convince my dumb heart that he was not worth the tears or heartache. I avoided him all day by skipping kitchen duties and spending time in the orchards. But evening came pretty quick and everyone was dressed up and heading out of the courtesan quarters. I usually sat with the other under eighteen girls to watch these events but it felt different today. Not getting an invitation was a sign of failure. I wasn't supposed to be in the audience anymore, so I could see a lot of questioning and judging eyes when I stood by the large glass window. The viewers were not allowed in the same room to lend some privacy and quiet to the participants. I hated how my heart sped up instantly when Ian entered the room. His stormy grey eyes made me weak at the knees. With those strong arms, firm chest, and soft sharp lips, his presence made everyone turn flushing shades of red. Part of me wished to run toward him, to stroke his silky strands of hair and kiss that tight angular jaw. I remembered the way he had closed his eyes last time when I ran my lips over his face. The sight of his muscled bareback, and the thought of how those little stubbles on his face poked my skin was turning my panties moist. I needed to get ahold of myself. What I watched next scarred me for good. He ripped the black lace off Julia's pale skin and pressed her face into the bed before pounding into her savagely. Her whimpers of pleasure soon turned into screams and the bedpost started to shake. His ragged breathing and low grunts reminded me of our time together when I was the one pleasuring him, his breathy words replaying in my head. It hurt like hell that it wasn't me he was pounding into. Next, he was riding the other girl who turned eighteen on the same day as me. He flipped her over and wrapped his arm around her neck. I closed my eyes, not wanting to know if he pulled her into him. I couldn't stand the thought of him looking into her eyes. His sex was always rough and animalistic, but I found it extremely arousing before. I was jealous of all those women of course. Unlike those countless lonely nights when such visuals made me orgasm, they cut me like a sharp piece of glass this time. I wanted to be the first and last thing that he touched and tasted. Some other woman trembling under him and gripping at the sheets made me burn up with anger. I wanted to push myself to see it till the end, to soak it all in no matter how bad it hurt. My vision turned cloudy with tears spilling out endlessly. Unable to stand on my shaky legs, I ran down the hallway, accidentally knocking a couple of tall ornamental vases. "Whoa, easy there, lady!" Someone loomed up ahead of me, blocking my way. "I am sorry, I will have it cleaned." I looked back to see if I created too much mess. He didn't move out of my way. I wiped my tears to get a good look at him. "Who are you? And what's going on? Is there a problem?" He asked in a concerned voice. I introduced myself but failed to give a logical explanation to his other two questions. I never saw him before but he sounded nice. Unlike the younger men in my family, he had a warm, friendly aura. "Very well. I am Noah, Chief Grenadier of the Assault Operations wing.""The army?""Yes, the army," he chuckled. "Nice to meet you. I have to go now, excuse me.""Can I walk you to wherever you are going?" Um... "Okay. Tell me more about yourself. Are you married?"