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

naked….
    Ah!
    My fingers were all the way in, now. I didn’t move them: didn’t have to. The trembling of my body as I struggled to maintain my position was enough to rock me against my hand. A drop of sweat rolled down my breast, hovered on my erect nipple and dropped to the floor.
    And then I heard one of them get up and walk directly towards the screen. I didn’t know who it was: the Prince? One of the aides?
    The footsteps stopped, right on the other side of the screen. We were a foot apart, separated by a thin piece of wood. I held my breath.
    A jacket suddenly flopped over the top of the screen, the top half of it hanging down almost in my face. The person walked back to their chair, and I let my breath out.
    Everything came together, then: the fear, the heat, even the pain of my aching muscles, and most of all the fact I was doing this, all of this, because he’d ordered me to. The Prince. His Highness.
    As my thighs threatened to buckle and spill me onto the floor, as the heat rose and made it difficult to breathe, as the aides discussed and planned and debated, I began twisting my hips, only daring to move an inch from side to side, rocking in a circle against my hand, faster and faster, grinding against my fingers until….
    …!
    I came, in a glorious, terrifying rush of heat that seemed to draw all strength from my muscles, leaving them ready to collapse. My body strained, my eyes screwed closed, and I bit my lower lip hard to keep from crying out. The spasms raced through me: I wanted to buck and twist and kick, but my only outward movement was one heel lifting off the floor an inch, my leg vibrating like a violin string as all the energy pulsed through it. As the orgasm died away, I let it slowly down with a tiny click.
    I stood there on swaying legs while they wrapped up the meeting. The jacket was whisked off the top of the screen. A moment later, the two aides filed out and the door shut behind them.
    Jagor appeared around the edge of the screen, and smiled. He took a step towards me and I collapsed into his arms, a puppet with its strings cut. He held me close as I quivered and shook.
    “You did well,” he told me, his eyes twinkling. Just that hint of lightness amidst so much dark, the spark that let me know it was all okay, no matter how far things went. While the darkness, the way he…I tasted the word on my tongue: dominated me left me weak, that spark was affecting me in a whole different way, making my stomach do back flips.
    “I—” My voice seemed incredibly loud after so long spent silent. I don’t know what I wanted to do: swear at him? Thank him for the orgasm?
    He picked me up, one large hand under the backs of my stockinged legs, the other under my back, and carried me across the room. As we passed the windows, the cooling breeze washed over my heated body and I actually groaned out loud: that’s how good it felt. He laid me tenderly on the bed, and I automatically stretched my aching limbs, reveling at the feeling.
    When I looked up, he was standing at the foot of the bed, gazing down at me. That’s when it really sank in that I was lying on the Prince’s bed. My thighs were spread from stretching my legs, the curls there damp with arousal. My breasts were shining with sweat, the nipples still hard from the orgasm. And I still wore my black hold-ups and shining black and red heels.
    It would be impossible to look less like a librarian , crossed my mind.
    Then he was climbing onto the bed, and I gave a low, half-pant, half-moan of need, reaching up for him. He didn’t take off his clothes; just covered my breasts with his powerful hands, the sweat-wet nipples sliding hard over his palms and making me arch my back in delight. His hands slid under me, down my naked back and ass and around to my hips. He hooked my legs apart and I knew he was about to fuck me.
    He raised himself up just long enough to shove his suit trousers and briefs down. I gasped, unable to help myself. He