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Regina felt herself pulled from sleep too soon. Her eyelids were heavy, but something was stirring inside of her, preventing her from slumber. As she forced her mind into consciousness, she realized the stirring was her wanton little friend, with whom she had only just recently made an acquaintance. True to form, the new being inside of her was pumping her hips into Gregar's probing hand as he cupped her mound gently. She tried to make herself stop, but only stilled slightly. A stifled moan escaped her lips.
"You're up," Gregar purred against her ear, tenderly. It made the flesh of her neck where she felt his breath against her skin tingle like he had touched her. His voice was so soft and gentle, as if he had not spent the night before making welts on her skin—burning a brand deep into her thigh. His voice came again, so soft she barely heard it. "Who are you?"
Her lips tightened into a flat line. Strengthened by sleep, her resolve sprung forth anew. Granted, it had not been the most soothing night of sleep. Several times, she had stirred at the feeling of hands on her thighs or tweaking the bud of her nipple. Each time, she had wanted to protest, but found her half-sleeping self aching for the caresses, giving into the hands that roamed her. Still blindfolded, she could not be certain whether the caresses had been real or if they were figments of her hedonistic imagination. Either way, she found herself awake in the same aching state that he had left her in the night before.
Today, though, she would not give in. Regina told herself she could handle his punishments. She could take the crop, the whip, or the back of his hand. She would not give in to the pleasure just because it was better than the punishment. She would remain strong. The gods might have willed her to him, but she did not have to give into her new role easily.
Teeth gritted, she answered, "Princess Regina, Lady of Trandon, daughter of the true king, heir to the kingdom of Eldon."
Regina anticipated a slap. She was ready for it. Her body tightened to brace herself for the pain.
Instead, Gregar chuckled. He had been expecting just this response. In fact, he welcomed it. "Oh? So last night that was Princess Regina with me, not a slave?"
His voice hinted that she might be walking into a trap. Regina hesitated a moment before responding. "Yes." Again, Regina tensed, she had not used his title. Again, none came. "And that was the princess who begged me to make her cum?"
His fingers, only gently cupping her mound before, pushed between the folds of her sex. He traced her labia with his index and middle finger, felt her shiver. The girl hesitated, but finally she nodded.
"And that was the princess who so eagerly sucked my cock?"
"I didn't eagerly su—"
"You did, wren." His index finger found her clit as he cut her off and circled it teasingly. Regina's breath caught in her chest. She wanted him to press his finger to it, wanted the shockwaves to pour over her skin, pound through her veins. But nothing quite happened because he would not press. All he did was circle, just close enough to make her flush with desire. Her body quivered as she fought back the plea that threatened to leave her lips.
"I've never seen a girl take to sucking a cock so quickly." He watched red creep into her cheeks as she wondered if that was true.
She had only done what he had told her to do, didn't she? Eager seemed like an overstatement.
He let his finger just barely skim the tip of her aching bud and heard a relctantly delighted gasp. Her cheeks turned redder as he chuckled again.
"So was that the princess who just cooed, then?"
"Yes," she whispered reluctantly.
His hands left her, and he stood up from the bed, pulling on his pants before seating himself at his desk and taking a quill from his inkwell. Momentarily forgetting the blindfold, Regina craned her head in an attempt to see him. The chains around her wrists clinked, stopping her from sitting up.
"What are you doing?" She could hear him shuffling parchment, heard the quill scratching against the paper.
"Writing a letter," he told her matter-of-factly. "To Crestoff."
Regina tensed and pulled at the locks that held her wrists. "Wh—why?"
"He should know. He should know that the princess, his betrothed, moaned and screamed in another man's arms just hours after her kidnapping. Not just any man, either. She allowed the man challenging her father's right to the throne to bring her to a thrilling climax." He paused pensively. "Yes, that's exactly how I'll phrase it."
She heard more scratching and found herself rendered speechless by his words.
"Then, he continued. "Last night after the princess begged for another orgasm, she prostrated herself before him and proceeded to, by her own admission, eagerly suck the length of his cock and swallowed every last drop of his seed."
"No, please don't say that. He'll tell my father." "Why not? He should know." "I didn't—you made me."
"I made you beg?" He made a chiding noise with his tongue. "No, no. As I recall, your pleas were your own. I never asked for them... You know who else should know about this? The people of Eldon. I'm going to write another dispatch to the town crier at the capital when I finish this letter to your beloved. On a fast horse, a soldier should be able to arrive by this evening." His words tumbled out as if he had been seized by a sudden stroke of genius. He sounded very pleased with himself.
"You can't!" She tried again to get out of her bonds, fuming with anger. "It isn't true!"
"Well, if the princess is giving herself to her father's enemies, the people need to be told." He paused and, careful to be quite silent, moved closer to the bed. Her nose wrinkled as she sputtered in anger, nearly inarticulate as she grasped for words.
"However," Gregar's voice came from much closer now, and soft. She turned her head toward him, stilling herself to hear his words. "If a slave girl had done those things..." He grazed her ankle with the tips of his fingers, stepping forward to slide them up to her knee. "That wouldn't be news, would it?"
"No." She admitted, twisting in her ties as she felt his fingers moving higher, tracing the top of her slit ever so gently. Her body responded despite the cold, logical cruelty of his words.
"No," he agreed, his voice dripping with mirth. "That would just be business as usual, wouldn't it?"
"Yes."
"Yes, and I wouldn't have to write any letters, would I?" As he spoke, he played almost absent-mindedly with the skin of her labia, fingering it gently and without purpose.
She felt her pulse quickening hungrily as his fingers played so close to her throbbing sex.
"No," the word was almost a plea.
"Neither your father nor your lover—"
"He's not my lover," she bit back quickly.
Gregar ignored her. "—would not have to bear the burden of how easily and willingly you had given yourself to me, would they?"
Regina shook her head no.
"So then who was the girl in the room last night?"
After a long pause, she responded quietly "Regina."
