Praise Me: Princess (Praise Me Daily)
Praise Me: Princess: Chapter 9

I climb the stairs of the tower overlooking the sea, hastily brushing away the tears in my eyes. The tower is where I come when I’m craving solitude, usually so I can have a crying jag in peace—and I definitely feel one coming on now. Future queens of an entire country aren’t supposed to cry out in the open. I should be embodying confidence and strength at all times. That’s what my mother has always told me.

Well, I’ve been strong enough for one day. I left the palace grounds and I managed to bid farewell to the only person who’s ever made me feel safe. It’s sad, really, how I’m reacting, when I’ve only known him such a short while. Still, his touch lingers on my skin and his vow circles my mind.

Nothing gets through me.

Nothing gets through me.

I reach the top of the tower and drop heavily onto my waiting pallet of cushions and blankets, staring out the stone window toward the tumultuous sea. The moon is full tonight, allowing me to see every ripple and whitecap. The stars are clear. I pull my knees up to my chest and count them, hoping to distract myself from the sadness crowding my chest. Tomorrow, I will put up my chin and know I did the right thing by helping the commander leave sooner than later, but tonight? All I can do is mourn the loss of his presence—

“Princess,” growls the very man I’m mourning, his gait heavy as he ascends the spiral staircase leading up to the top floor of the tower. “I told you to stay where I can see you.”

My heart summersaults approximately five times. He’s still here? He followed me? Why? “But…I…”

His boots scrape to a stop at the edge of my pallet, my neck craned all the way back, so I can keep my gaze on his irritated face. “How am I going to protect you if you’re running off when my back is turned?”

“I don’t understand. How can you protect me when you’re not here?”

“I’m staying, Princess.” I’m still trying to process that statement when he kneels down in front of me, cupping the side of my face. “I’m not leaving you. I wanted to make sure the queen agreed to my full-time protection of you before I made any promises.”

“Really?” I whisper.

To my horror, a tear slips free, splashing down onto his thumb. “No, baby. Don’t tell me you’re up here crying over me leaving.” All it takes is a slight nod from me, pain burdens his face. “No.” He tilts my face up and kisses away the tear. “Nothing gets through me, Greta. Not bullets, not acts of nature, not shrapnel or blades.” He pauses, his lips brushing side to side over mine. “But you did. You cut right through me.”

I tremble in the wake of that vow, my pulse chugging loud and noisily. “Does that mean you like me now?”

He smirks. “‘Like’ is a mild word to describe what I’m feeling.” He guides my face forward, laying his mouth over mine at an angle and kissing me long, slow, his tongue licking into me in a breathless rhythm that makes the ocean sounds recede, leaving it in the background while my heart booms faster, drowning it out. “I’m here to service you in every way, Princess,” he rasps in between kisses, both of us already beginning to run short of breath. “If you lie back on that cushion, I’ll fuck you with my tongue until me leaving is only a distant memory.”

I moan into his mouth, my hands roaming over the brawn of his chest, drugged by the skill of his lips, the hunger being exuded from his rugged frame. And I know I want more with him. I know his mouth between my legs will give my body pleasure, but my soul wants to give everything. Wants to offer itself fully for his consumption. “I would rather feel you move inside me, Commander,” I whisper, kissing his chin while I unfasten his pants, my palm skating down over his stretched zipper. “I don’t want to be a virgin when the sun comes up tomorrow.”

His groan echoes around the stone room, his body pushing mine back onto the pallet. I fall there, beneath him, being kissed like I’m the most desirable woman in the world—and I am that to him. He tells me with every hungry stroke of his tongue, the way he unbuttons my shirt as if the sight of my breasts will grant him eternal happiness. And I swear, that’s exactly what his expression becomes when he pushes apart my blouse and unsnaps the front closure of my bra, exposing my breasts to the balmy evening air, exhaling rockily as he frames them in his hands, kneading them. “What of your plans to be married, Princess?” he asks thickly, something black and dangerous snapping in his gaze. “Listen very carefully. You will not fuck me now and marry another man later. I won’t allow it.”

Can’t he see I don’t want that, either? “How will you stop it?”

“Death.” The commander falls forward, rubbing his face in the valley between my breasts, suckling my right nipple and then the left. “He will not see it coming. Nor will the next one. Or the one after that.”

His drawing of my nipples is causing my sex to pulse in the most deliciously uncomfortable way, his mouth tasting me like I’m a delicacy, reveling and kissing and sucking. “You would kill to keep me unwed?”

Conrad laughs darkly, his open mouth creating a wet path up my throat to devour my mouth. “I would paint the streets red with blood to be the only one with the freedom to come in and out of your bedroom. To be the only one who kisses away your tears. Or holds you during a nightmare. Guards you.” Looking me in the eye, he unsnaps my riding pants and lowers the zipper, plunging his hand inside and taking rough hold of my sex through my panties, causing me to gasp. “This already belongs to your Daddy, but once I’ve been inside of it? Princess, every man in this realm and beyond has a deadly new enemy. Are you still offering to spread your thighs for me?”

I don’t understand why referring to himself as Daddy makes me feel even safer, more coveted. Sweet and cherished. I only know I never want it to stop. That he unearthed and understands a part of me I didn’t even know was there. I’ve never been on the business end of someone’s possessiveness before and to have it be this undefeatable hero? I am vibrating from head to toe in my need to be owned. To be his and no one else’s.

“Yes,” I whisper, threading my fingers through his hair and stamping kisses on his jaw, his cheeks and mouth. “I want to spread my thighs for you. Just you.”

Before I even finish speaking, his shaking hands are jerking down the waistband of my pants, lowering them to my knees, so I can kick them fully off.

We moan into a kiss when my legs fall wide open, nothing but panties left as a barrier to what he wants. What I want to give.

“You think I could have left you?” Conrad asks while planting his hips between my thighs, his expression pained, passionate. “I was lost the moment I saw your face. Somehow, I knew as soon as I looked, it would be over. And I was right.”

“No,” I whisper, winding my legs around his hips. “It’s just starting.”

Conrad

My God. She defies description. I’m going to lose my composure just looking down at her soft, gorgeous body, open to me, her slit wetting her thin, white panties, her tits uncovered and aroused, nipples wet and rosy from my mouth.

I told her the score, warned her what kind of jealous man she’s signing up for…

And she only seemed to grow more eager, more excited.

This is a woman I was prepared to hate on sight and she’s become my motivation, my mission, my obsession overnight. It’s a good lesson. The best things in life truly do come when you’re least expecting them. And there’s nothing that could even come close to topping Greta or the way she’s looking up at me with so much trust, offering me her innocence, her eyes still a little red from crying over me.

“Are you on birth control, baby?” I ask, tucking a finger in the edge of her panties and yanking them left, so I can see the mouthwatering split of her cunt, my shaft aching at the blessed sight of my princess’s wet flesh. “Or are we making an heir tonight?”

“I take the pill at my mother’s request…although I didn’t think I’d need it, so I might have been less than diligent. Still, I shouldn’t get pregnant.”

Want to bet?

“The feral half of me wishes you would.” Jesus, the word “pregnant” on her lips is enough to make me push a hand down into my trousers to give my cock a tight pull. I can’t remember another time where I was this hard. Or been this poised to come when I haven’t even started fucking yet. Maybe because this is so much more than fucking. Or a means to release.

She’s going to steal my heart and soul while I’m inside of her.

As far as I’m concerned, that’s an even exchange for the gift of her virginity.

“How fond are you of these panties, princess?”

“I have others.”

I rip them from her body, because I can’t bear for her to close her thighs to me long enough to take them off properly. And there’s her wet, virgin cunt presented before me now, her nervous thighs trembling on either side of my waist, but remaining obediently open, because dear God, she’s such a good girl. “It’s an honor to guard this body.” I fist my cock and bring it out, rubbing the sensitive head against her clit. “It’s going to be an even greater honor to get you off.”

“L-like you did earlier?”

“Better.” I press into her entrance, kissing her mouth to muffle her whimper. “There’s nothing between us this time. No clothes. No doubts about what this is.” I firm my hips and drill them forward slowly, pinning her wrists overhead and rocking deep, my balls straining with pressure when she screams, my kiss capturing the sound as much as possible, but I’m moaning, too. I’m moaning and trying to blink my vision back to normalcy because she’s blackout tight, her untried pussy only fitting the upper half of my cock, but goddamn, that’s more than enough. The Holy fucking Grail is what she’s got between her legs. It’s the kind of moist grip that I could never replicate with my hand, her muscles rippling rhythmically, her hips lifting to take me deeper, even though there’s no more room, but she struggles to make some anyway.

“You’re so big,” she whispers.

“Stop,” I say, raggedly.

“Am I doing it right?”

“Yes. God, yes.”

“I want more…” Her voice drops to a hush. “Daddy.”

Oh fuck. My hips buck of their own accord, my spine twisting at the base, urgency like I’ve never known coming over me, my knees digging into the stone floor of the tower room, hips lifting and dropping, her pussy squish, squish, squishing with every pump of my upper inches into her ripe, flushed body, the force of my drives raking her up and down the pallet, her expression glazing over with pleasure at every new joining of our flesh, titties shaking around like a feast for my eyes. Thank God we’re near the thunderclap of waves or I fear the whole kingdom would hear me repeatedly entering the princess with firm slaps, not to mention her urgent little mewls of my name.

“Can you get more in if I do this?”

“I said, there’s no more room, baby—” I shudder hotly when she rests her ankles on my shoulder and she does, miracle of miracles, bury another two inches of me in her pussy. “OH GOD! Oh God. Don’t fucking move.”

“I…” Her eyes widen with enjoyment, her walls squeezing me with so much hot pressure, I have to stop pumping to gather my control before I blow. “I love watching you react to me,” she whispers, tightening up again, on purpose, making me grit my teeth and shake through a curse. “I love how you can’t hide anything when I open my thighs for you. Whether it’s on my back like this or I’m riding on you like a horse—”

I slap a hand over her mouth to keep her from saying any more, because my demise is imminent and I’m so horny, I’m going to lose sight of her pleasure. And I can’t allow that, so I reach between us and stroke her slick little button, growling into the evening air when she gasps and quickens, her body somehow accepting another two inches of me and then, son of a bitch, I’m fully seated. I’m pushing my whole cock into her and she’s looking up at me in wonder and relief, on the cusp of pleasure.

“Motherfucker, this little girl is sweet and ripe,” I say, dragging my hand off her mouth and taking hold of her throat, triumph bursting in my sternum when she sobs as if she’d been waiting for a more intense show of dominance. I squeeze with increasing pressure, watching her pupils expand, her pussy getting slicker by the second. “Little girl wants to please her man, doesn’t she?”

“Yes.”

“There’s no greater pleasure in this world than your body, baby.” I’m lost now, driving into her on the pallet, waves crashing in my ears, my hips going for broke. So close, I’m so close, and she’s only getting more perfect by the second, driving me insane with her mewls and constricted muscles and smooth, wet flesh. “Take your pleasure from mine.”

“I’m trying,” she gasps. “It feels so good. I…it’s right there…”

“What do you need to come?”

“I don’t know.” She wets her lips. “I need more…Daddy.”

Responsibility swells inside of me and I react before my thoughts even form. With great difficulty, I pull out of her tightness and flip her over, reentering her from the back with a savage pump, reaching forward to grip her chin in my hand, holding her face steady while I speak in her ear, my cock rifling in and out of her from behind. Jesus, she’s even tighter from the back and my head is alive with static, my balls on the verge of erupting every time they slap off the underside of her mound. “Did you wear those riding pants to tease your Daddy today? Huh? You’ve had me hard since the fucking sun came up.” I bite the side of her neck. “Showing off your pussy like it’s a trophy that every man would love to win. But I’m the only one who’ll ever know that the princess begs on her hands and knees like a peasant when Daddy unzips his pants.”

Damn. That does the trick.

She tenses up, her cunt pulling and rippling while her sides puff in and out, strangled cries filling the small, circular room. As soon as she hits her peak, I throw back my head and cease to hold back, my entire body jolting and flexing with every rope of seed she milks out of me, her pussy stroking me like a fist as she spasms, ownership of her flesh blazing in my bloodstream. Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine.

I have no idea how we end up entwined on the pallet, but I know the way she snuggles into me for safety and warmth gives me more purpose than I’ve ever had in my life.

More…love. Yes, love.

I’m in love with Greta, Princess of Leidenstein.

And I need to find a way to keep her.