Asteria In Love with the Prince by Tanya Korval Read Free Book Online

I panted urgently into his mouth, feeling my nipples harden as they rasped against his suit. He kept me there, tilting my head back, his mouth devouring me. The hand on my ass caressed and squeezed and I felt the heat turning to wetness between my thighs, even as my mind screamed What are we doing?!
    He abruptly broke the kiss and led me across the room. Beside the door, there was an antique folding screen carved from wood, only a little taller than me. He guided me behind it, a hand on the small of my back, and then turned me so that I was facing into the room, obscured behind the screen. He grabbed my clothes from the chair and dropped them next to my feet, then bent close and whispered in my ear.
    “Spread your legs.”
    I hesitated and then opened my legs, sliding my treacherous heels along the polished wood floor, until they were wider than my shoulders.
    “Put two fingers in you.”
    I blinked at the coarseness of it, flushing red, but he just smiled and watched me. My eyes flicked to the door, then back to him, but there was to be no escape. I slowly put my hand against my groin and slid first one fingertip and then another inside myself. I was already wet there, and my fingers felt amazingly, deliriously good.
    He nodded. “Now stay like that,” he whispered.
    Leaving me behind the screen, he walked over to the door. I heard him open it – to send the visitors away, I presumed.
    It was his two business aides, the man and the woman. They talked for a second at the door. And then, to my horror, he invited them in.
    There was nothing I could do but stand there completely silent while they talked.
    At first, I thought it was just a joke: that he’d send them away again almost immediately. I didn’t dare move a muscle: I barely dared to breathe.
    Then they began talking, and I realized he fully intended to have whatever meeting they’d come in for, whether it be five minutes or an hour, and he expected me to stand there throughout.
    Silent. Naked. With my fingers inside me.
    After just a few minutes, my legs began to ache. I was still standing with my legs spread wide, yet I didn’t dare move them closer: I knew my heels would squeak on the wood.
    It was warm in the room. The breeze blowing in through the large windows kept the Prince and his guests cool, but I was sheltered behind the screen. The air was hot in my lungs and the temperature was still rising.
    My heels had me almost up on tiptoes, the backs of my legs and the insides of my thighs burning. Standing perfectly still in that pose was even making my core ache: I kept feeling myself wavering and had to correct it before I started leaning.
    This can’t go on for much longer , I thought.
    And then he offered them drinks.
    Behind the screen, I tensed and balanced and screwed my eyes closed in fear every time one of them got up from their seat: what if one of them came around the side of the screen? What if I made a sound? There was no reasonable explanation for what I was doing naked in the Prince’s room.
    It was so quiet, I could hear the sound of their pens as they took notes. I felt beads of sweat start to form on my upper chest.
    And as I stood there, thighs straining, body quivering, I felt, unbidden, the deep, dark currents begin to stir inside me.
    Oh God, not now! What’s wrong with me?
    My fingers were already inside me, up to the first knuckle. I didn’t have to make any conscious effort: as my body responded to the situation, as I moistened, my fingers slid deeper almost of their own accord.
    The Prince’s aides were sitting maybe ten feet away, completely unaware of me. What would they think if they found me here, dressed only in stockings and high heels, my fingers in my slickened sex?
    Oh God….
    I’d be humiliated. What sort of woman would do something like that? All they had to do was peer around the edge of the screen…if I made even the slightest sound….
    God!
    The thought of them coming over, discovering me, hauling me out