The King's Pleasure by Kitty Thomas Read Free Book Online

began to rub between her legs. She shuddered against his hand, surprised by how ready her body was for his touch even surrounded by a roomful of voyeurs.
    The panties underneath the strands of beads and jewels had been made with the king’s interests in mind. It wasn’t a solid piece of cloth, but two pieces that overlapped and could be easily pulled aside. The king slipped a finger between her nether lips, possessively stroking her as he spoke to one of the guests.
    Her face heated at being on display, even as she felt warmth and wetness growing between her thighs. She stifled a moan, but the king noticed.
    “Don’t hold back, Abby. I want to hear your pleasure. I want everyone to hear it. You will surrender to me whenever and however I demand.” Despite his proclamation, he’d issued his directions in a low, gravelly whisper.
    She bit her lip and looked up. “Please,” she said, knowing she was far from ready for something like this. She was still overwhelmed by all the changes. “You know I can’t … ”
    “Remember what happened last night when you told me that?”
    It was all she needed to hear. Being spanked bare-assed in front of the nobles, guards, and guests of the castle would be far worse than moaning for them. She had to remember how others saw things if she wanted to spare herself maximum humiliation. They wouldn’t care or be shocked or appalled by witnessing a sexual display.
    The king returned his attention to his guest who was obviously a first-time visitor to Himeros, because, while the man looked painfully aroused, he also looked quite shocked with the casual way Abigail was being touched in open court. The king didn’t seem to notice, or if he did, he was so used to these reactions from strangers that he paid it no mind other than mild amusement at the prudery of other kingdoms.
    “As you can see, I don’t have a full harem. I only have Abigail. However, I’m sure one of the young women originally trained for my harem would be happy to serve their king by entertaining you during your stay. I understand they give wonderful erotic massages, and sonnets have been written about their oral skills.”
    The man’s eyes lit as the king motioned to one of the guards. A side door opened and in came several beautiful, blonde women, their skin so pale it was almost translucent. They’d obviously never seen sunlight for more than a few minutes at a time, always kept covered and in the shade to preserve their milky-white complexions.
    Abigail looked away from the jealousy and distaste in their eyes. They weren’t wearing the same clothes as she was. Her garments were only for those the king had personally chosen for his harem. Their clothing was beautiful and no less revealing of their curves, but there were no jewels or beads in sight, only expensive fabric with intricate embroidery and some ribbons.
    The guest, though obviously desiring the understudy harem, seemed skeptical. Though he didn’t dare say it, Abigail could guess his hesitation was because he wondered what was wrong with them if the king had rejected them. Her master seemed to sense the same question.
    “I have…more exotic tastes,” the king said. During the conversation he’d continued to stroke Abigail, her orgasm catching her by surprise. She couldn’t stop the moan that issued from her mouth. Her cheeks flushed at the stunned expression on the stranger’s face, and she looked away from him.
    “You’re free to select someone now,” the king said. “I’m sure you’re quite worked up from the show.”
    The man moved in a daze toward the blonde women and picked one from the line. She gave him a fake smile and made a little bow, then exited out the back door with him. No doubt, they were going to his room to test the sonnet theory.
    As the next guest stepped forward, the king removed Abigail’s top so he could fondle her bare breasts. The man was appreciative of the view but showed no shock as he watched her nipples harden