Possessing Allura by Reese Gabriel Read Free Book Online Page A

baron managed to work his tortures into the larger conversation. ‘Don’t you agree, princess?’
    She managed a weak smile. He was referring not only to economic and political matters, but to her cunt. The pig wanted better access, but better that than having the whole sordid mess revealed.
    â€˜Open… yes…’ she replied, her heart thumping in her chest. Could they know what was happening; all the nobles and ambassadors and their wives? Did they play games of their own under cover of the tablecloth?
    A gasp passed through her, nearly audible as he managed to apply pressure directly to her clitoris. He had her now. One false move, on either of their parts, and she would be coming for him, right in front of every dignitary for miles around.
    â€˜Princess,’ enquired a particularly nosy duchess, ‘is it true that the Lady Saraveeta is now your slave?’
    The baron cast a gleeful sideways glance. ‘Yes, princess, do tell.’
    â€˜It is true.’ She drew a steadying breath. ‘She was found to be a harlot and I spared her life.’
    â€˜Only to send her to the dungeons to rot,’ Montreico reminded.
    â€˜That is where slaves belong,’ she retorted.
    He punished her with a flick of his thumb, enough to make her blush and squirm.
    â€˜Princess, are you quite all right?’ the gray-coated ambassador from Zenuria asked.
    â€˜I am quite fine… thank you,’ she gasped.
    â€˜Perhaps the princess is overcome thinking of the turn of events for her poor friend,’ provoked the baron. ‘It must be difficult to see the dear girl in bonds, naked, reduced to the level of mere property.’
    â€˜Harlots deserve what they get.’ The princess was determined to yield not an inch.
    â€˜Personally,’ said the double-chinned wife of the Zenurian ambassador, ‘I find female slavery distasteful in its sexual aspects. It is an encouragement to loose morals.’
    â€˜It is true,’ said the baron. ‘The female slave is a sex toy for her owners. The male may use her in every conceivable manner, and it is not even considered adultery on account of the creature being defined as animal and not human. The princess’ friend, Saraveeta – I believe she is simply Veeta now – is such an animal, is she not, princess?’
    Allura slightly raised her buttocks from the seat, clenching her pussy muscles, desperately trying to draw in his fingers. If only the fatuous guests were not there and she could spread herself wide, rip off her clothes and let him finish her off. It didn’t matter that she hated him; it was sexual and she needed it.
    â€˜Veeta is an animal, a pig, yes,’ the words poured forth, ill chosen and highly charged, ‘and a slut. But she always was easy with the boys. She never was a female, baron, only a slave, from the day she was born.’
    Montreico withdrew his hand without notice, and Allura had to choke back the whimper of sudden deprivation. ‘And you, princess, are so much the opposite.’
    There was a tinge of irony in his voice, enough to give pause to the conversation, and it was resumed again, lightly, only once the soup arrived.
    â€˜Do not close your legs,’ the baron warned, and the princess sat open, her every nerve-ending alive, every word, every sound and taste connecting directly to her sex. The laughter of the men jarring her, like tremors threatening to knock her from her chair onto the floor at their feet. The clinking of glasses, the aroma of meat from the kitchens drawing attention to her empty belly, her ravenous need to eat, so easily controlled by a single man.
    And worst of all, the metal of the soup spoon on her lips making her think of chains. Veeta was chained at that moment, locked in irons in the dungeon below them, her lithe body covered in filth as the bestial male prisoners pass her back and forth; male beasts sporting with a female beast.
    For a second