Discipline For Naughty Rich Girls: a Harem Fantasy Novel (The Exiled Prince) by James Webber

Author:James Webber [Webber, James]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-09-05T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter three

Each footstep drags as Ser Jon pulls himself back towards his office.

He is dreaming of crispy duck, roasted potatoes, spring greens, when he pushes down on the door handle. The room beyond is not one he expects.

Amelia lies naked across his office table. Each arm and each leg has been bound to a different table leg. She is stretched. Her head hangs loosely over one edge, her long hair trailing onto the floor. A rough rope gag has shut her mouth. On her body, in red ink, somebody has scrawled: peasant whore.

He kneels gently beside her head and undoes the rope gag. There is a piece of paper squeezed into her mouth; his letter of appointment.

“Are you okay?” he asks gently.

She takes a second to compose herself. “I’ve let you down,” she says.

“How?”

“She came to me. Asked me if I’d like to give you a surprise. I was interested. I’d seen the way you were looking at her. I said yes – but I don’t think she meant this surprise in a good way.”

“Grace.”

“Uh-huh.”

Ser Jon smiles faintly. “So you let her do this to you?” He reads the letters on her belly again. “Peasant whore. Is that what you are?”

“I’m Lady Amelia Prester,” she says.

“You were. And now you’re Amelia. An old knight’s thrall.”

She breathes heavily.

He smiles. “You like it.”

“No,” she says, too quickly.

“You like being a peasant girl. No rights. Nothing. Just a hole for a good, strong knight.”

She moans, slightly.

“What would a knight do to a peasant whore?” he asks.

“He would fuck her face,” she says. “He wouldn’t let her talk.”

He slips out of his trousers. Takes up position at the head of the table, rests his balls upon her face, even as he traces the shape of her nipples.

She says something, or tries to, from beneath his balls. “Silence,” he demands.

He slaps her breasts. One, then the other. She moans beneath him. He takes them in his hands, roughly, like he’s handling dough.

Without another word, Ser Jon slips his cock down her throat.

“Every student here,” he says, “is a noble, except you. You gave it all up to be a knight’s whore.”

His hands move from her tits, to her throat. He wraps his hands around her firmly, as he wishes he had done to Grace.

Amelia moans, even with his cock down her throat.

He goes deeper, until his balls are even over her nose.

He reaches one hand down and slaps her pussy. She squirms, but he can feel her tongue moving happily around his cock.

“You’re a whore,” he says, “just like your mother.”

Something inside of her spasms. He withdraws, a look of concern on his face.

She grins, her mouth dripping with saliva, running up her forehead. “But I’m a better fuck than her, and all these noble sluts,” she says.

He strokes her cheek gently. “You’re the best fuck I’ve had in my entire life.”

With that, he buries his cock back into her mouth, and does not hesitate. With his right hand he reaches down between her legs; it takes him less than two minutes before she is shuddering under his fingers.

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