The next morning, as Trenton drew a bath for us, he gently brushed my hair. Then he carried me into the tub and carefully bathed every part of my body. We lounged in the warm water—me lying atop him as he sensually massaged me—and just relaxed as our breakfast was prepared. When we were done teasing each other in the bath, we stepped out, and Trenton dried us off. He helped me into a velvet robe—his robe—before escorting me into his private dining room. The meal was laid out for us, but Trenton had dismissed the servants so we could be alone. We sat at his grand dining table, in velvet-padded chairs, enjoying our meal together like a real couple. Trenton would take my hand and hold it tenderly, stroke my hair, or lean over and kiss my lips every few minutes. I was dressed only in his robe, and he was naked; at my command.
I slid to the edge of my seat, flipped the robe open around my legs, spread my thighs wide, and drizzled honey over my pussy.
“Oops,” I said. “I've spilled honey on myself.”
Trenton's breathing quickened as he stared at my glistening, sticky sex.
“Get on your knees and clean me up, Trenton.”
“Yes, my lady.” Trenton jumped out of his chair eagerly, positioned himself between my thighs, and began to carefully lick every bit of honey off my pussy.
He started to slide a finger inside me, but I stopped him.
“Only your tongue!”
Trenton groaned and licked harder. He biceps bulged as he grabbed my hips, and the muscles in his back rippled as he bent to his task. Prince Trenton was utterly breathtaking on his knees; still more masculine than many men I'd known. How he could look so powerful as he did my bidding was beyond me, but it amped up my excitement to a mind-numbing degree. I stroked his white hair back from his flushed face and massaged his scalp affectionately. He sighed and sucked at me ferociously. I angled my head to admire his rounded ass and magnificent thighs. His thick cock was jutting up between his legs; begging for attention.
“Pleasure yourself,” I purred. “You may slide your shaft into me once to wet it.”
Trenton groaned as he surged up and positioned himself at my entrance. He shoved his cock in all the way; his ministrations had made me slick with desire and more than ready for him. He drew out and began to slide back in. I slapped him lightly on his face. It was barely a tap, but it startled him, and Trenton jerked up—his eyes widening.
“What did I say?” I snapped as I scowled at him.
“I could slide into you once,” he dutifully repeated.
“That's right.” I nodded. “Now get back to licking me. I'll tell you when you can touch yourself.”
“Yes, my lady.” Trenton buried his face in my pussy and started to lick me again.
I waited a few minutes and then stroked his hair back from his face. He shivered with my renewed attention.
“Is your cock still wet?” I asked gently.
“No, my lady.”
“Let me see it.”
Trenton eased back so that I could see his twitching shaft. I took the honey from the table and drizzled some over his long, thick rod.
“Give me your hand,” I said.
He obediently held out his hand, and I dripped some of my orange juice into it.
“Now, rub your cock.”
The juice combined with the honey to make the perfect lubrication. Trenton sighed and began to stroke himself rapidly as he stared longingly at my sex.
“You may return to licking me,” I said haughtily.
Trenton covered me with his mouth and started lapping at my pussy as the wet slapping of his hand on his cock echoed around us. He soon brought me to orgasm, and I watched his back tense as he approached release himself. I was about to make him stand so I could suck that sweetness from him when a knock came at the door. We froze.
“I hope I'm not interrupting anything, Brother,” the Queen called out.
Trenton's wide eyes went to mine in horror.
“Get up,” I commanded in a whisper.
He did as he was told. I shrugged out of his robe and put it on him.
