In The Rough - The Chronicles of the Diamond Prince
Chapter 14 -- The New Normal
Content warning:
Strong language, graphic sexual content, mentions of abuse/neglect, mentions of PTSD/anxiety
Her long dress billowed behind Her as She strode with determination down the long corridor of the top floor of Her Manor. The day at court had been unproductive and the prattle of entitled idiots had made no progress on their decisions in days. Her frustration was palpable as She stormed toward Her bedroom. Each servant She passed gave a quick bow in respect but hadn't the time to verbally address Her as She flew past. Danica didn't care for the frivolities that so many of the nobles did and preferred to spend her time in Her bedroom or at least, Her own house, in the company of Her servants and slaves.
Thoughts whirled in Her mind as She neared Her destination. The court of slave legalities had been in operation for more than thirty-three hundred years, and nothing had changed in that time. Slaves were still treated like garbage, as disposable objects. They had an average life expectancy that was more than three times less than the average citizen, simply because it was easier and less expensive to just buy a new one. People took better care of their animals than they did the slaves on this supposedly advanced planet of Kaftheria, and particularly in Her home country of Nellura. "Most of my slaves are smarter than those imbeciles too." She grumbled under Her breath as She halted at the ornate door, taking a moment to gather her composure.
As She stepped inside, She immediately felt some of the tension drain from Her body. Having heard Her at the door, Phoenix was already kneeling, eyes dutifully to the ground. As always, He was elegant and graceful. She ran Her hands through his hair as She strode by him. Phoenix stood smoothly behind Her and slid Her coat off her shoulders as She shrugged it off, and after hanging it, helped remove Her shoes. "My good boys..." She breathed off-handedly as She continued towards the large bed at the other end of the room. Phoenix excused himself; he could feel the tension radiating off his Mistress's body. He made himself busy drawing a bath.
Lady Accarin took in her favorite sight in the world as She neared the elegant bed. Sprawled out across the sheets was an expanse of creamy white skin, interrupted only by the glittering artwork She'd bestowed upon him so far, and a wisp of blanket across his pelvis and thighs. His face was peaceful and slack with sleep, shimmering green eyes hidden behind lids. His light brown hair strayed into his chiseled, angelic face. He was all length and legs and very lean muscle, leaner even than Phoenix, and taller also. Yes, Declan was Her most prized possession. She sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, and with a fond smile, gently ran the tips of her polished fingers across his skin. She admired the late evening light playing on his features as the sun sank to its last, remembering with equal parts warmth, and disgust the first time She saw him.
She marveled at the difference since she found this beautiful creature laid out before Her, content to watch his steady breaths forever. He'd stolen Her heart as she'd nursed him back to health and now, aside from a few scars, he was in great health, and spirits. He stirred under her gaze and unconsciously rolled closer to Her touch, curling himself around where She sat. The blanket inched itself lower on his hips until part of his firm behind was available to Her eyes. She couldn't help but smile as Her hand made its way to the smooth skin now exposed.
She began kneading the delicate flesh, until he stirred again, this time, blearily blinking up at Her, he woke. "Mistress..." his gravelly, just-woken voice croaked quietly. She smiled at him.
"There's my boy." She returned with every ounce of warmth anyone could have for another. He returned Her smile and cuddled into Her, laying his head in Her lap, like an overgrown cat. His genuine joy at the sight of Her radiated through Her skin. She knew She spoiled him rotten, but she couldn't deny his sweet face anything.
Declan blinked away the sleep as he adoringly gazed up at his Mistress. She was his home, and he would do anything for Her. He reveled in the feeling of Mistress's hands on him, drinking in that pride what he had once been so skeptical of. He had become good friends with Phoenix over the last year, learning to love Mistress as He did. He now understood why Phoenix had so proudly announced himself owned. His days were now a stark contrast to his former life, he felt like a pampered pet - and it was something that he did not ever take for granted.
He slept every night in Mistress's bed, even if She was away. He had the best medical, dental, and aesthetic care that could be offered. He boasted a beautiful set of veneers on his teeth and received massage therapy and chiropractor treatment on a regular basis. His Mistress spared no expense on him, to keep Her favorite toy healthy and happy. In the presence of free people, he wore sensual, revealing outfits that showed off his body and his status, and an ornate diamond collar, and other jewelry, to match his Mistress and his new name.
Mistress named all Her best kept slaves after a Jewel she felt suited them. She kept their born names for use in the household. She believed that her slaves may be decorations and trophies and workers, but they were still people to her. She wanted them to see themselves as valued beyond their material worth. And so, he was now Declan Diamond Prince - Being gifted his Mistress's own name, contrasted with a word that should never be associated with a slave, speaks volumes about her feelings for this boy. Phoenix hosted a jeweled flame made of emeralds on his left pectoral which both Dani and Declan thought suited him more than perfectly.
Declan often lived completely nude in the house, unless they had free guests, and all the staff and other slaves had grown accustomed to his wandering about, unabashedly himself, like a cat would roam a castle. His infectious laugh and incessant sense of humor kept the household in smiles, and despite the obvious favoritism, he was well liked among all. His calming touch brought comfort to all he connected with, and he was happy to help soothe anyone in need.
Mistress had been known to take him to the highest of events with Her, always loyal at her side, and ready to do anything to keep her safe and satisfied. He knelt proudly at her feet during meetings and conferences, ever the embodiment of dignity and refinement. She continually added to the artwork she bestowed on his body, marking him. He would be seen a 'low class' for his plain appearance no more with Her fine jewels embedded in his skin.
She leaned down and pressed Her lips to his forehead, and he wriggled appreciatively, and Declan immediately perked up from his sleepy daze. He was ready to serve his Mistress. She stood, and he slid to the floor, revealing his body to Her, and knelt, planting a gentle but deliberate kiss to each of her feet before sitting back on his heels to await her next move. She ran Her fingers through his straight, light hair. "Come, let's have a bath, sweet one."
Declan sat straddled over his Mistress's lap in the oversized tub. He ran his hands reverently over Her body as he lovingly washed every inch of Her perfect light gold skin. She lay relaxed, eyes closed as She allowed her pet to tend to Her body. His long deft fingers knew Her every curve and left no cell behind. Once all Her common parts were tended to, he moved to Her round, pert breasts.
He gently kneaded them with a respect that no other could know, running his thumbs just ever so lightly over Her hardening nipples. She arched into his touch, and he responded with a firmer application. He dared to lean in and touch his tongue gently to the tip of Her right nipple, tasting Her, and the water and the oils and soap, and all of it was Her, and him. He drew the bud into his mouth, sucking just ever so gently, feeling the texture with his tongue. Noises began to pour from Her throat as She gave in to his gentle, deliberate touches.
It was not long before Her hand came to his head, and She twisted Her fingers into his hair and pushed his head below the water. He snatched a quick breath before he was submerged, hooking his hands under Her ample ass to hold himself under. He wasted no time bringing his tongue to the folds of Her heat, running it along Her slit, quickly making his way to Her clit. He didn't have much time, knowing the hand on the back of his head would not lift until She was satisfied.
After a time away from Her toy, he knew She would come quickly, all that pent up frustration pushing her to her edge with just a few skilled licks. He vibrated his tongue against her with accuracy and determination and before he even felt the burn of his lungs, She was writhing around him with Her orgasm. She stilled, and pulled him up by his hair, and immediately crashed his mouth into Hers.
He didn't have to be told; he knew. He wrapped Her in his sturdy arms and lifted her small frame with ease, his long legs making quick work of the tub walls. He set Her gently down by the towel heater and quickly, but reverently set to toweling Her off, then himself, as best he could in their urgency. He once again hoisted Her up; Her legs wrapping around his waist and their lips meeting a slower, but no less passionate kiss. In a few long strides he dropped them both to the mattress that he had become so very used to. His hands and mouth roamed Her soft body as he once again worked his way down towards Her lower half.
Once he reached his goal, laying between Her thighs, he moaned appreciatively as he licked a long, slow stripe up Her very center. Her hips followed his movements, chasing the warmth of his tongue as he repeated the action over every part of Her smooth, bare vulva. His pace was teasing and sensual, enough to make Her feel heated, but not enough to provide any real stimulation. Already sensitive from his earlier work on Her, she grew impatient, which she made evident with a low groan and a tug on the back of his neck.
With a knowing smirk he crawled up and began kissing Her neck lightly as Her hips chased after his lips. She once again tangled Her fingers in his hair and pulled, hissing in his ear, demanding, "Fuck me. Now."
He whispered in reply, "Yes Mistress." He sat back on his knees, preparing to line himself up with her entrance. He paused only a moment, knowing she would want to admire her handiwork. Standing ready for her admiration was his cock, glittering diamonds marking the upper length of his shaft. Perfectly cut for shine and smoothed just enough to create the perfect pressure for Her. With a satisfied grin, he waited for Her eyes to meet his, and then, in one quick motion, lifted Her legs over his arms and impaled himself in her. His head fell back, and his breathing quickened instantly as he stilled, seated deep in Her as he could go. Her body arched; mouth open in a silent scream.
After a moment, he pulled back slowly, only to thrust back in with equal force. He continued this pattern, with each thrust his pace quickened and Her silent screams became desperate moans as Her hands tangled in the sheets beside her. He felt her walls tightening around him and he bit his tongue to try and stave off his own need. He watched Her face, contorted with pleasure and he abandoned her one leg in favor of gently rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts.
Her volume increased and began to change from moans and pants to words, "yes... yes, oh fuck...fuck..." He maintained his pace and put every ounce of concentration he could spare into keeping his angle and pace exactly where She liked, until Her hips stuttered, and a shrill cry escaped her throat. "ohhh, FUCK, Yes.......". He pushed her through Her orgasm, slowing his pace gradually, allowing Her to ride out the final waves and aftershocks on his still hard and ready cock. He shuddered with the effort of holding back his release, but other than his shuddering breath and shaking hands his body maintained its composure, focused on her. Finally, he stilled, still fully sheathed in Her, waiting for his next instruction.
