~Nadia~
Thoughts about him caused the familiar tingling sensation all over my body. I went into my bedroom and plopped on my bed. My body was aching with need like I had never known before. I rubbed my happy button thinking about his erection. He told me that I turned him on. That got my juices flowing. I rubbed harder and faster, imagining his tongue running over it.
"Nadia?!"
Ugh! My mother was looking for me.
"I'm here!"
I got up and ran to see what she wanted.
"It's almost dinner time for the royals. Why aren't you in the kitchen?"
I told the head chef how passionate I felt about cooking and she gave me an opportunity to watch her cook and help her out with preparing sauces sometimes. But most other responsibilities that she gave me were useless to me. Take coffee to the Prince's bedroom, serve dinner, and wait at the dining table, blah blah blah that I didn't care about. It paid me good money though.
Ian never noticed me before and so it wasn't a problem standing at the dining table and while the rich folks pretended that I didn't exist. But today was going to be different. He just ate me less than an hour back. And it will be awkward standing near him. I hoped that I didn't have to. It's his spoiled sisters and the vixen girlfriend of his who needed everything passed to them and served most of the time. I will just stand close to one of them.
And so I stood next to Jenna, his feather-bedded girlfriend who treated everyone like vermin unless they were wealthy. She moans like a whore when Ian fucks her. I hated her more for that reason, lucky bitch could probably kiss him whenever she wanted, touch him however she wanted.
"Can't you hear me?" She snapped her fingers at me.
"Sorry." I stood in an attention position waiting for her to repeat what she wanted.
"Pass that stew over."
"Absolutely."
I slightly bent over towards Ian to reach for it and once I picked the pot, Ian ran his fingers across my waist where the skin was exposed. It caused sparks to shoot up all over my body and I spilled the hot stew. And guess where it fell? Most of it on the table but a few drops on his girlfriend. She usually finds excuses to yell at people.
"You bitch! You ruined my dress."
She took off her housecoat and frilled neckband and threw them at my face.
"Get them cleaned well!"
The head servant responsible for dinner arrangements, Nancy, came running to apologize to everyone. Jenna rolled her eyes. Nancy chided me for my clumsiness and told me to go back into the kitchen.
I looked at Ian hoping to see that he touched me by accident while reaching over for something. But no! Of course, he did it purposefully. He was smirking, enjoying the drama.
This accidentally deliberate grazing and bothering happened two more times. I was afraid to yell at him the second time he did something like this the very next day. I was asked to serve drinks to all the warriors at training. I took twenty-two drinks on a tray at once, hoping not to drop them and cause an embarrassing scene.
A few men, the non-royals, always flirted with me but never did anything more than that because they know courtesans are off-limits to them unless the royalty allowed them to, on occasion. Although they were high ranking warriors in the army, they were mostly common people like me but were trained to excel. The lack of royal blood in their veins deprived them of the courtesan privilege.
Ian waited for the men to clear out and approached me. Until last week, I thoroughly enjoyed seeing his hot and sweaty body come near me to grab a drink after training. Except that, he never noticed me before. I retraced my steps when he walked toward me, his gaze never drifting from me. I was standing on the stairs, two steps above him. He was still taller than me, but I didn't feel as short.
There were three cups of water and a glass of juice left on the tray when he pinched the skin near my belly button and I almost dropped the tray. He caught it by placing his hand under the tray, his eyes never leaving mine. I expected him to mock me or say something ridiculous but he didn't. He just smirked before grabbing a drink and leaving.
The third time he messed with me turned into a disaster. Several guests arrived at the palace to collect some paintings for an upcoming art auctioning for charity. Elaborate dinner and pre-dinner arrangements were made. There were some song and dance programs happening near the garden area and everyone was seated in rows and round tables watching and socializing. I was told to present some keepsakes, which were homemade wrapped candy and random paraphernalia, to the guests.
Ian was seated in a row with some other men on either side. I walked between the rows to hand them items. I skipped him because he obviously doesn't need a keepsake, it was his party. He stopped me by putting his leg in my way which I didn't see until it was too late. He caught me into his arms and pulled me to his lap as I was about to fall, and the items in the tray and the tray went flying.
Not only did I create a mess and cause embarrassment to the hosts, but I fell into his arms which was not taken lightly by his mother or the head servant of the house. I had to hear a lot of nasty words about how I threw myself at the most eligible bachelor and what not.
I couldn't dare to throw an accusatory look at Ian because most of his family members were staring at me. I was taught to always accept fault even if one of the royals deliberately caused trouble. It was etiquette 101 for poor people who lived on the palace grounds. This public bashing almost made me cry.
I waited for the party to get over so that I could confront Ian and ask him to fucking stop making my life miserable. It felt like he was punishing me for disobeying him. I was coming across as an incompetent klutz, and oh, after tonight probably a sleazy scheming gold digger too.
I stopped him from going upstairs and confronted him.
"You think too much about yourself Nadia. Do you think people take time to look at you and form an opinion about you? No one knows that you exist. They just know you as 'some servant girl'. They won't know even if you told them that it was you who fucked up every day in a row."
I pushed him angrily and said, "I didn't fuck up! You made me look like I did."
"You look really cute when you get mad. But that doesn't mean that you are allowed to talk to me in that tone."
He scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder to carry me upstairs.
"Put me down! I am sorry I forgot!"
"I warned you."
"I am sorry, please. It won't happen again."
"Yeah after I punish you, it won't happen again obviously."
I punched him in the back and whacked him on the shoulders asking to put me down.
"If you don't stop, I will make you pay for every blow." He said in a warning tone.
~Nadia~ I was terrified that Ian was going to rape me. His eyes were filled with lust and longing. He locked the bedroom door and pushed my back against it. I squirmed in his grip trying to reach for the doorknob. "What's wrong with you? Calm down!" He said sternly. He sounded unhappy that I was reluctant. It must be strange for him to see someone who actually doesn't want him that way. At least I would like to think that I didn't want him. But my body was a traitor and it was enjoying his closeness and towering presence. "Sir, please! I w..." "Ian. Call me Ian." I was confused. He wanted to punish me for rudeness but also wanted me to address him by his first name? "We are equals in the bedroom, except when I tell you we aren't." He said, roughly caressing my cheek. He grabbed me by the back of my neck and wrap
I rushed back to the courtesan quarters looking for my cousin, Julia. She was a year older than me but much prettier and bolder. She made a lot of money at a young age by initiating sex all the time and being present at every orgy. "Where have you been? It's almost midnight so mom was wondering if you snuck out or something," said Lydia, my sister. "I had to go to Prince Ian's chamber and..." She clutched my wrist in excitement before I could finish. "Did you do it?" "No. I couldn't." "What's wrong? Anyway, did he ask for me then?" She ran to the mirror to get ready, frantically brushing her hair. She had jet black wavy hair just like me, much shorter than mine. She carefully put on eyeliner to enhance her already large dark eyes. "He asked for Julia. I can't find her though." "Julia?!" She scrunched her face in annoyance which slowly changed to a disappointed expression. "I will go look for her first b
~Ian~"Aren't we going to go to your room?" She asked me nervously as I sat her on a granite counter."Why? Does it matter?"I couldn't wait for her response and ravaged her little mouth.The need in her eyes, that pure unadulterated kind of lust, fueled a fire deep inside me. My hips jerked forward; I wanted to give her everything she needed. But I couldn't get past those hungry lips of hers. They pressed lingering wet kisses on my face, and her hands were urging me to get closer, squeezing me into an extra tight hug.I was lost in her touch and kisses. No great victory on the battlefield came close to the sense of accomplishment I felt when she wrapped her arms around me. Feeling wanted by her was all I cared about these days.Those soft whimpers when I molded my body into hers drove me off the edge. I kissed her hard and deep, not able to get enough of her juicy ruby lips. My cock throbbed against her stomach in anticipation when I imagin
~Nadia~"Really? Three days?!" I asked my sister Lydia."Yeah, didn't he tell you?"I shook my head. Ian was gone on some hunting expedition for the next three days, and everyone seemed to know except for the clueless me."Well, that's a surprise. Considering how things went last evening, I thought he was going to take you as his mistress.""Right, he didn't even look at me by the time we were done.""Let me guess. You were stupid enough to refuse him again? And he felt that enough is enough and asked you to get out?""Not really. He didn't say anything, so I left.""Well, you can redeem yourself when he comes back. There will be another one of those sex parties when he returns. Don't turn him down then.""I think it's too late for that already. You all got an invitation, I didn't. I wasn't even aware of his trip."I was surprised by how emotional I felt today. I had a really good time yesterday where someone made
~Nadia~It was the harvest season, and I finally got a chance to get out of the palace. My grandfather worked in the orchards and was involved in moving the harvest to the cellars or for processing.I accompanied him along with my nephew, Ethan, who was six years old and loved plants just like I did. Ethan always helped me around the garden as well, and we had a great time moving cart fulls of peaches and apples today.I watched the sunset on my way back, feeling happy that it was the third and last day without Ian. Another night to go and he would be here tomorrow morning.I returned to the palace in high spirits, only for my excitement to be immediately cut short."There she is!" My mother was delighted to see me which was a horrible thing in itself. I hoped that she didn't sell me off to some foreign merchant while I was away.Lydia patted my back as if I returned victorious from a war or something."What's going on?" I asked, not
"Will you have sex with me?" I asked Noah, who was now standing outside my bedroom. "W-what?" He said with a dazed face. "You heard me. I feel a little fucked up right now, and I think a good fuck will help me." "Nadia... The risk is too high, you know that right?" "I won't tell anyone. I had a boyfriend for a year and even my sister didn't know about him, not even his name." I reached out for his hand, but he moved away. "I'm sorry, I can't." When I was sixteen, Julia was caught with a man who wasn't a Royal. They both were sentenced to death but my cousin lied that he had forced himself upon her. She was spared because of her good acting skills. This was one of the reasons why I could never find a man. Even my boyfriend back then was too scared to do much and then he drifted away. I have to be deemed unfit to be a courtesan first, and that isn't going to happen until I cross twenty-one or twenty-two, depending
He didn't flinch when I slapped him. Instead, his soft lips crushed harder against mine, forcing a moan out of me. The deep hunger in his eyes left goosebumps all over me.Get a grip on yourself, you fool! He doesn't feel anything for you. I reminded myself about last night and my temper began to rise again. But the more I fought him, the more he kissed me. I would be lying if I said that his kisses didn't calm me down. It was black magic for sure.I wanted to close my eyes and relish the warmth of his lips. The stinging sensation when his fingers dug into my skin felt like it was his way of saying that he missed me. That's where the problem lied; he never said anything about missing me. It was all in my head because I only saw what I wanted to see. The one thing he ever said was that he wanted to fuck me, and that shouldn't even be remotely flattering to me.I needed to get his hands off of me before I lost my mind. I pressed my body against him, causing him to
"Nadia, wait!" The head chef stopped me at the entrance to the main hall.I asked her early in the morning about taking a day off today to avoid seeing Ian. Instead of approving my leave, she gave me an earful about taking yesterday off. So I just disappeared without waiting for her permission."Where the hell were you all day? Did you resign from your job without telling me?""I am sorry, something came up, and I couldn't come back any sooner.""What came up? You look like you played with the pigs in th---" She stopped when she saw Ian return from the stables, looking muddier than me."Oh my! Your Highness. I will let Nancy have someone run the bath for you."He nodded and walked away. She grabbed me by the arm before I could escape for a shower."Why do you both look like this?" She asked in a low whisper."The Prince picked me up when I was on my way back, and we fell off his horse.""Oh really!" I was startled when I