“Thank you, my lady,” Trenton said with a moan.
Trenton gently nudged one nipple free and set his mouth eagerly to it. His tongue twirled around me—making me wet with wanting—and I held his head tightly to me. After his time was up, I pushed him away.
“That's enough,” I said coolly. “Put my nipple back.”
“Yes, my lady.” Trenton gently replaced my nipple.
“Wear the loose trousers, without the underwear,” I instructed him. “I want to be able to reach your cock easily.”
Trenton smiled and nodded. He got into his trousers, and then put on a simple cotton tunic, used for riding. A leather belt went over the tunic, and leather boots on his feet.
“Is this acceptable?” He asked.
I looked him over critically. His erection tented his pants, and I knew he'd walk out of the room like that if I ordered him to. But I didn't want to humiliate Trenton; I was growing very fond of him;veryfond.
“No; that won't do.” I waved a hand at his cock as I went to a wooden chest placed against the wall. “Come here.”
Trenton obediently went to stand beside me. I fetched a length of silk from the chest and turned to him.
“Undo your pants,” I commanded.
Trenton undid his trousers and let them fall; he was still hidden by his tunic, though.
“Pull up your tunic.”
He did, and I knelt so that I was faced with his beautiful cock. The sight of me kneeling before him made Trenton's breath quicken, and I smiled wickedly. I wrapped the silk around his cock and then around his waist; tying his erection back against his stomach. Trenton groaned with need. I looked up at him and held his gaze as I gave the head of his cock a long lick and massaged his heavy balls. Trenton shuddered.
“Please, Riley,” he begged.
“What do you want?” I asked casually as I stood.
“I want to make love to you.”
“Not yet, sweetheart,” I purred as I played with his balls. “I'll suck your dick at breakfast so that everyone will see me being a good slave. Won't that be fun?”
“Oh, yes,” he breathed the words.
“Good.” I nodded. “Now, pull your pants up.”
Trenton quickly fastened his pants, and then offered me his arm. He escorted me to the dining hall and up to the high table where his sister waited. Conall was leaning against one wall. He must have eaten already, and yet he lingered; probably to see me. He had made it his business to stare daggers at me every time I appeared. As if this were all my doing. Let him stare; it didn't matter to me.
“Good morning, Sister,” Trenton said merrily to the Queen.
Sir Eamon was seated beside her; with his hand up her skirts. It moved rapidly beneath the material.
“Good morning,” Queen Tana sighed. “How are you today?”
“I'm well satisfied, as usual.” Trenton smirked; falling right back into his prince persona.
Trenton sat down and then nodded to his lap. I obediently sat on his thigh and wriggled my butt against his cock.
“And you, Sister; how are you this morning?” Trenton asked with a strained voice.
“Getting satisfied as we speak,” Tana said. Then she looked over at me. “Riley, did you give your master his morning pleasure?”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” I said demurely. “But I'd be happy to give him more while he dines.”
“As you should.” She nodded primly. “Eat something first, you darling girl. You don't want to swallow cum on an empty stomach; it can give you indigestion.”
