King Elric began his systematic approach to breaking me immediately.
After the first time where he commanded me to my knees and feed me his cock, I was given my list of instructions.
The first was to only wear what he had given me to wear. I had access to a full wardrobe but all of the dresses were completely see-through and barely covered me. I stared at them in dismay -- I would be expected to walk around the castle in these, where everyone could see me. He was staking his claim on my body; everyone could look but not touch. It was also clearly a show of his control and power, that I would put myself through this regular humiliation for his pleasure.
The second rule was that I was to sleep in his bed with him each night. I also had my own room, a beautiful space, but I wasn't allowed to sleep there.
"I want access to you at all times," he told me. "If I'm to wake in the middle of the night with a craving for this-" his hand slipped under my dress to rest on my aching pussy. "Then it's your duty to open your legs and provide it to me."
I was sent to the servants to be cleaned up after he had mouth-fucked me. They washed my face and re-applied my make-up with soothing hands. I flinched away the first few times but told myself to start getting used to being touched by all these people. It wasn't going to end any time soon.
Later that night, while I was enjoying a few hours of peace in my room, reading one of the hundreds of books that lined the walls, King Elric walked in without knocking.
"Miss Amelia," he greeted me.
I immediately stood up and curtsied.
"My King."
He walked over, took my hand and kissed me, his tongue slipping into my mouth with ease. Dutifully, I kissed him back.
"I have need of you," he told me, his hand crawling up to my neck. I had begun to realise this was his tell-tale sign that he was going to use me to satisfy himself.
"Of course, my King."
Suddenly, he pushed me backwards. I tripped on the edge of the bed and fell back onto the soft covers with a gasp. He was on top of me before I could get my bearings, ripping my dress at the chest so my breasts fell free. He gave a grunt of satisfaction before dipping his head to roughly suck on my nipple. Despite the fact I had no choice in the matter, and that Elric would do what he wanted regardless of my pleasure, I began to feel aroused. The stubble on his face rubbed against the sensitive skin on my breasts as he caught my nipple gently between his teeth and I felt myself getting wetter.
He pushed my knees apart and settled between my legs. I could already feel his erection through his trousers as he ground it against my pussy and I knew what was coming.
"P-please," I breathed. "I don't... I don't know if I'm ready, my King."
Elric released my nipple to look up at me but used his fingers to squeeze them instead.
