She stared at herself in the mirror but no matter how much she twisted and turned she felt so naked. The cotton shift caressed her breasts, now free from a corset. Just over it was a loose top that held them, but barely, they weren't small and it was very obvious that her nipples kept hardening in the cold. Each step had a small bounce, keeping her very aware of how unsupported they were.
But the Prince had ordered it, so no matter how naked she felt, she had walked around the town doing her shopping with her head held high and leather collar around her neck daring anyone to say something bad about what the Prince wanted. They didn't but they did whisper and stare. She could feel them behind her and no matter how much she tried to avoid it she could feel embarrassment displayed on her creamy skin.
Why had the Prince decided to do this to her? Why wouldn't he just marry her like people normally did? Yet, she found all this was making her wet, she'd dripped this morning when she woke up after dreaming of all the way's he could have fucked her in front of everyone yesterday. She'd cum right there but all it had done was taken a small edge off of the anticipation of tonight. Perhaps she could find a small corner and take care of it before heading down, but a knock at the door reminded her she had to get to dinner.
She strode into the dining hall and hesitantly walked to the Prince unsure if she should go to him or sit in her usual chair. No sooner had she approached him then his hand reached out and groped her ass in front of everyone coming into the hall. "OH!" She exclaimed in surprise before biting her lip as his hand rubbed her ass. Then his hand was on her hip and she was swept once more into his lap as he continued the conversation with the table while they stared.
Moments passed before he turned to her and asked about her day. Starting to get use to his lap she looked around at people near them and started to talk about her shopping when she felt his hand caress her tit through the cloth. A soft exhale left her at the pleasure, it felt very different without the corset. "Go on" He urged her while his hand continued to slowly massage the flesh. She looked at him confused then at the people at the table, watching all their eyes watch him caress her tit right in front of them.
Her cheeks turned red but as instructed haltingly she started to talk. "Well as I was saying, the fabric I was shopping for could-" His hand lifted her tit as if weighing it and she hesitated as everyone continued to stare at her tit while the Prince urged her to talk more. What the hell was she suppose to do, just ignore him touching her tit while embarrassment and need swirled in her and everyone stared!
Clearing her throat she tried to do as he wanted, he was the Prince after all. "cld'n't be found at the first shop but the merchant over on 3rd street was carrying it so-" She gasped loudly the sound echoing through the room, her whole face shocked when he grabbed her nipple and rolled it in his fingers. Lightning shocked through her from the touch turning the slow burn into a blast of heat and this time she couldn't ignore it as though it wasn't happening. She turned to him but he was smiling happily at her like he was pleased at her reaction.
His deep voice rang out in the hall. "And that my dear court is your new dinner bell." Her face flamed at being used like an object and embarrassed she sat up stiffly as people around them laughed at her embarrassment. "Darling Bell you do an excellent job of making dinner sound delicious" He said in a normal volume while she burned in embarrassment and yet a role of pleasure rode through her at his praise. She had made dinner sound delicious. But a conflicting feeling rose up, what was she doing allowing him to use her like an object, a bell no less?!
Her internal strife was interrupted as dinner was served. They served her, her own plate and her chair was brought forth so she could eat right beside him. They both squeezed at the end of the table, their thighs pressing together a heated distraction through the meal. It was pretty normal as far as dinner went, every once in a while his hand would sneak under the table and lay on her thigh but he didn't try anything.
The whole time she was on edge, she could feel her nipples hard brushing her shirt with every movement. People kept glancing at them and it almost seemed like each glance had the Prince happier and happier. Finishing her meal she dabbed with her napkin and set it upon her plate. No sooner had she done that then the Prince swept her into his lap. Her legs landed on either side of his thigh and his hand cupped her pussy over the skirt while her back rested against his chest.
Her heart thudded as her pussy throbbed letting her know exactly where his hand was. She looked around but no one could see it from their angles except the servants. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "I can't wait for the day I'll have you spread on this table and presented as everyone's dessert." Her mouth fell open and her hand came up to cover her shock. The image he painted sent a need through her body, she wanted that, but oh god, the horror! To have everyone see her naked! All the comments, she wasn't perfect in body, and well no one had ever done that before! The gossip, all the people that would talk behind her back. Her hips rocked on his thigh, the sudden need in her pussy seeking release.
"Go on, that's a good slut." Pleasure poured in her at his whispered praised. Here she was practically humping, well not practically, she was humping his hand in public and he praised her! What had happened on his journey? Confused but needy she rolled her hips once more into his fingers. Under the table his other hand started to pull up her skirt until suddenly his hand was right over her undergarment. "Perhaps I should ban all long skirts" He teased in her ear and she laughed a little in return. Was he really doing this right here?! No one was paying them much attention, just some curious glances.
"Tomorrow, no undergarments" He whispered, nipping at her ear then neck. His hand left her cunt and she sat dazed on his leg at what almost happened right here in a room full of people. "But for today, you better figure out how to get out of them before I count to 10." So shocked she turned and stared at him. "10" Oh fuck, he was serious. Her hand started to scrambled under the table while she tried to smile at everyone and pretend like nothing was wrong. Lifting up her ass she got it down to her thighs and then to her knees as she pretended to study the plate in front of them very closely.
