“Absolutely. It will be in the job description.”
Evston chuckled.
“I need to wash my face.”
She attempted to sit up, but he blocked her progress. “We’re not finished. The dressing down of the staff over a miscommunication was the worst of it, but that’s not all there was, firebird. There were a lot of barbed remarks today, directed my way. I warned you to act like the charming princess we all know you to be. You came up short on that account.”
“I was cross with you.”
“I know.”
“You always take their side.”
“I always take their side when you’re in the wrong.”
“You never think Duckworth’s wrong about anything.”
“Ducks would fall on one of Rocurt’s mines if she were in the wrong. She doesn’t need sharp words from me.” The lord lowered the silk and fondled the princess’s breast. “Riggings.”
“No! Not that! It’s wrong that Rocurt even bought them.”
“The scandal. You should have us arrested.”
* * *
Linc’s cock was hard enough to pound metal into sheets. The gorgeous princess stood naked in the center of the playroom with her wrists strapped to either end of a long metal rod that rested on her shoulders. Her nipple rings were attached to chains that clipped onto the rod, pulling the peaks of her breasts up into luscious, curved tips. The riggings were polished antiques and had no doubt been used on slaves. Larsinc should have been repulsed by the gear. Instead he was close to coming.
“It looks uncomfortable,” Giss said softly.
Linc’s hand squeezed Gissandre’s breast through her dress. She didn’t acknowledge the hand, but she pushed her ass back against his straining cock.
“Raise the back of your dress.”
“What?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at him and trying to step forward.
He caught her hip and kept her from moving away. “Lift the back of your gown. Right now.”
“It’s so bright in here. Shouldn’t we go into a side room?”
Linc fisted the fabric roughly and spoke into her ear with an animal lust that was raging out of control. “No, what I should do is strip you naked and bend you over the closest bench.”
Giss shuddered, but began to raise her skirt. “The front will end up at my knees, and they’ll know,” she hissed.
If she thought anyone wouldn’t realize he was fucking her, she didn’t understand the way he planned to use her body. He trailed hot kisses up her neck, his breath ragged.
“Dead realms…one of the straps they’re using on her has—it looks like a cock that’s really big…they can’t intend to put that inside her?” Her horrified fascination only fed his lust.
He shoved her lacy shorts down. She tried to grab them, but was too late. In a second, they were around her ankles. She bucked, like she’d bolt forward, but one of his arms around her waist held her in place.
“Stand still, kitty cat,” he ordered. He probed between her legs, groaning as her warm juices coated his cock.
“This is—oh!”
His cock found its way inside her pussy. The sheath gripped him in a tight, hot embrace. He held the front of her neck with his hand, fixing her in place.
Gissandre’s fingers grabbed the hand that was on her hip, and she leaned her shoulders back against his chest.
“Mmm. Good girl.” His shallow thrusts grew more forceful.
