| "Come," he beckoned, "Sit on my lap." She smiled and slowly walked towards him, her long shapely legs swishing beneath her floor-length skirts, her large chest rising and falling with each step. She settled herself carefully down on his lap as he placed one hand at the small of her back and guided her down. She rested upon one of his legs, with her legs dangling between his, and snuggled close to his chest. "They call me the Conqueror," he whispered in her ear. "Is that so?" she smirked, "I wonder why that is?" "You'll see," he said with confidence. "Put your legs on the outside of my legs," he commanded. This guy needs to be taken down a notch or two, she thought to herself. She looked at him impishly and giggled, swinging her outermost leg around so now their legs were scissored. He growled playfully, "You know that's not what I meant," and began to tickle her. She gasped, startled, and not liking to be tickled, got up suddenly to get away from him. He grabbed her wrist firmly and pulled her off-balance as she tried to run. She fell back into his lap with a yelp. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked. Before she could respond, he quickly turned her tiny body over his knee and swatted her ass twice. She wiggled away again, and he grabbed her wrist again, but this time she was able to stand her ground. "What the fuck do you think you're doing??" she asked indignantly. "What does it look like I'm doing?" He pulled her back into a seated position on his lap and wrapped both arms around his waist. "Now stay here." She pressed both her hands into his chest, pushing her body as far away from him as she could get. She was strong, but he was stronger. "I do NOT take orders," she huffed, " and I most certainly do NOT get spanked." He laughed at her. "Just because you haven't been spanked, doesn't mean it won't happen young lady. And I think you need one right about now." He turned her over his lap again, this time holding her tight so that she couldn't get out of his grasp. Not to say that she didn't try. "The more you struggle," he chided, "the worse it's going to be, so just hold still." She continued her struggle and every stroke was a painful blow, not so much to her ass, as to her ego. This is so humiliating she thought. I'm a fucking Princess, goddammit. I have slaves and servants who worship the very ground I walk on. I do not get spanked!! Suddenly she was turned back around and seated upright. He planted a firm kiss on her lips before she could even comprehend what was happening. He kissed her deeply, sliding his tongue in slowly, taking her breath away. She had time to just barely think What is going on here? before he broke away. She sat breathless before him, gazing into his eyes. "Now kneel in front of me," he directed. She snapped out of her breathless haze and retorted, "What, no please?" He closed his eyes for a count of five and opened them, stroking her soft hair and asking, "Would you please kneel in front of me?" She grinned devilishly, thinking she was turning the tables on him. "What's that? I didn't hear you. Say it again." He slapped her ass quick and light. "Hey!" she rubbed her bottom. "What was that for?" "I'll say it again, but I'm not going to have it look like I'm begging you. Don't think I didn't catch your little game. Now would you please kneel?" Thinking that the quicker she got this over with, the sooner she could be on her way, she took a deep breath before slowly getting to her knees. "Is that better?" she asked. He smiled, "And don't you forget to address me as Master." She took another deep breath. This guy was really pushing it, but for some reason she couldn't help but go along with it. "Yes, of course," she said. "Yes, of course who?" She took yet another breath. "Yes Master." The word was like acid on her tongue. She spat on the ground at his feet. He was instantly angered. He yanked her to her feet and ripped off her long silken gown, revealing nothing more than a corset and garter holding up lacy stockings, all snow white. He then tossed her to the floor and pounced on top of her. He roughly shoved two fingers into her dripping wet pussy, and bit and kissed at her neck and collarbone. He pushed her breasts out over the top of her tightly laced corset, and played with her nipples with his free hand. Tears came to her eyes and she moaned. This was so humiliating. She couldn't believe he was doing this to her. Even worse, she couldn't believe she was enjoying it. She found herself involuntarily spreading her legs wider so that he could have easier access to her thoroughly drenched pussy. She could feel him grinning against her skin as he continued to kiss her neck and shoulders. The fucker knew exactly what he was doing to her. He continued to pump two fingers in and out of her hole, and used his thumb to gently play with her clit. She moaned, grinding her hips against his hand. But as soon as she started to do that, he stopped. She whimpered. "Is there something you want, my pet?" he asked her. No!! her mind screamed. You don't need him!! You're perfectly capable of getting anything you need yourself! Get out of here while you still can!! But lust had already taken over. Her nipples throbbed. Her pussy ached. She was hungry. She needed "Yes," she said, "I want to cum." He frowned at her. "I think you can do better than that." "Please let me cum, I need to cum, please…" "Pleaasseeee? What?" he asked. She took a deep breath. "Please Master, please. I need your cock. I need to cum. Please let me cum!" He grinned, unzipping his pants to pull out his cock, he teased it along her slit, rubbing it up against her clit. He leaned down and in a low voice growled in her ear, "I don't think I heard you. Could you repeat that?" She moaned, "Please Master. Fuck me now. I'll do anything!" He grinned again, pulling back slightly before unceremoniously shoving his length into her. "Oh God!" she gasped. He started slowly thrusting in and out, but rapidly worked up to a faster, harder thrust. He leaned down to kiss her lips, her neck, her chest. He roughly sucked each nipple into his mouth, biting them slightly. She wrapped her legs and arms around him, digging heels into the backs of his thighs, and nails into his back. She used her legs to pull him toward her, matching every thrust, stroke for stroke. She bucked her hips up towards him. A tension began to build in her groin as she felt herself about to cum. "Oh Master, oh god I'm cumming, I'm cumming!!!!" she screamed. Her body spasmed, her back arched upward and she dug her nails in harder than before as she had the most intense orgasm of her life. After that, she was unable to move, but he continued to pound her swollen pussy, until she felt another orgasm building. She dug her nails in again, and he purred, "I'm gonna cum with you this time baby, wait for it." She slowed her breathing to try to shift her focus from the climax she was about to have. He continued to thrust, harder and faster, and harder and faster. She didn't know how much more she could take. She already felt like she was going to explode. "Oh baby I'm cumming," he grunted and with one final thrust, shot his hot cum inside her. Her body spasmed the instant she felt it inside her. "OH GOOODDD!!" she screamed, wrapping her legs tightly around him until her pussy stopped contracting. Finally, she let go of him and collapsed back onto the cold floor. "Thank you," she said. "Don't mention it," he replied, sitting back up, "but I think you owe me an 'anything.'" She moaned, having forgotten already her lustful promise. Her eyes widened and then narrowed as he held up a black leather, diamond encrusted collar, dangling it in front of her. "Nooooo," she whispered. "Anything," he reminded her. She snatched the collar out of his hand and put it on. So this was the price to be paid, she thought. She then thought back to those two orgasms which with the collar were bought, and smiled to herself. "They don't call me the Conqueror for nothing, Princess," he said. She fingered her new collar gently and looked up at her new Master with a narrowed gaze, simultaneously loving and hating him |
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| THE CONQUEROR By Princess |
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