Earning the Love of a Princess-Chapter 282: Violet: Enjoy Yourself

The prince kissed her lips roughly for a few moments and Violet kissed him back, hoping she was mimicking his actions correctly. It wasn’t unpleasant, though his tongue tasted of sweet wine.

She then felt his hand on her chest, groping and pulling at the laces that bound her bodice closed. A moment later, the laces had been yanked loose and Leo pulled the dress open with such force, a faint sound of ripping fabric could be heard.

Violet panicked a little, hoping the dress wasn’t damaged beyond repair. She didn’t have the funds available to casually replace damaged gowns. A moment later, she heard a louder rip as Leo tore open her flimsy chemise. Her thoughts were pulled in another direction however, when she felt the cool air hit her on a part of her body that was seldom seen.

Her breasts were completely bare before Leo, who was scanning them with his frosty blue eyes. Violet prayed he wasn’t mentally comparing Ilse’s plump, round breasts to her more modest offerings.

Suddenly, a hand reached out and pinched her nipple. She gasped, finding it pleasurable and yet a little painful. Leo gave her a wicked grin.

Soon, his hands were relentlessly on her breasts - kneading, squeezing, pinching. Violet quickly found herself panting in the most unladylike manner and squirming beneath the weight of him.

Some of Leo’s touches, such as the rough squeezing, actually hurt somewhat. Other things he did however, like brushing her nipples over and over with his thumbs and the flat of his palms, felt unbelievably good. Violet’s thoughts were a scrambled mess.

Leo sat back on his heels and looked down at her, breasts exposed and swollen nipples erect. He smirked at her with such arrogance, she was tempted to slap the look off his face.

"I can see you like what I’m doing, Lady Violet." he said smugly, his tongue pronouncing her name in a mocking tone.

"Yes." she muttered, knowing her face was bright red.

Leo then placed the palm of each hand over her breasts but not touching them. He held them there, only a whisper of distance between his hands and her aching nipples.

She looked up at him pleadingly, wondering how long he was going to hold that position of not quite touching her. She tried to place her hands over his but he shook off her touch with a laugh.

"I don’t think so." he smirked again. "My hands won’t move. If you want my touch, then work for it. Arch your back for me and you’ll reach my hands."

What? Was the prince out of his mind? For her to do that...for her to move like that...it sounded indecent. Was he trying to get her to pose her body like some kind of wanton for him? Violet gaped up at him.

"Arch for me. Go on. I want to watch your body move." His voice was one of somebody who knew he held all the power and that his opponent held none.

Violet could feel her face burning with embarrassment. But what choice did she have? Was she or was she not determined to please the prince, through whatever means necessary?

That meant going along with what he wanted, even when she wasn’t really comfortable with it.

So she arched her back until her hardened nipples brushed his palms for just a moment. The tingling touch felt so good, but so brief.

Leo grunted in approval at the sight. "Again." he said simply.

She arched again towards his touch, another fleeting brush of contact with his palms. Again and again. Soon, she was moving her body in a rhythm against his hands and under his gaze. She was horrified at herself but at the same time, his touch felt so good and left her craving more. A moan escaped her lips.

Leo withdrew one hand from her sight and soon, Violet could feel him pulling up her skirt. The next moment, she felt his fingers where no man had ever touched her before.

"You always act so stuck up, like you’re too good for everybody. But now you’re just as wet as the rest of them." Leo snickered.

Violet cried out as his fingers toyed with her. Again, his somewhat rushed touches elicited different reactions from her. It stung when he pierced her with his fingers. But when he stroked her in tight little circles, it made her quiver with shuddering pleasure. She rocked her hips against him, all thoughts of propriety long lost.

Her thighs were shaking uncontrollably as she ground under his touch. Oh lord, what was happening to her?

A noise she didn’t recognise escaped Violet’s throat as a lightning bolt of ecstasy burned between her legs and rippled through her body. Her scream was hot and noisy and completely undignified. She fell back against the couch, panting and quickly pulling her bodice closed.

It was just as she’d heard Ilse describe it. Unimaginable pleasure.

She was still catching her breath when Leo pushed her from the couch and down onto the floor, on her knees while he grasped her chin. He then unlaced his trousers in front of her so that his cock came perilously close to her face. Violet instinctively leaned back in horror, thinking he must be playing some kind of awful jest on her.

To her shock, he wrapped a hand around the back of her head and pulled her close. "Go on." she heard him rasp.

"Go on what?" Violet tried to keep the embarrassment and disgust from her face.

"Pleasure me. With your mouth." Leo added with a touch on impatience.

She screwed her face up. "You can’t be serious!"

"Why not? You owe me. Plenty of women do it." he said. "It’s something men like very much and if you want to keep a man’s attention, I suggest you learn to do it well."

Trust a man to speak dismissively about something that sounded so humiliating, Violet thought sullenly. Her knees were growing a little sore against the carpeted floor. Maybe she was better off just giving up on this entire business before she lost all her dignity.

All thoughts of giving up vanished the moment she heard Leo’s next words.

"Your sister was glad to do the act for me."

"You’re telling me Ilse was willing to get on her knees for you like this?" Violet was stunned. Surely the prince had to be lying.

"Not just willing, but happily willing to do this. Four times, in fact." There was a definite edge to Leo’s voice. "She quickly became very good at it."

Violet clenched her jaw. "Then I suppose I shall have to become even better at it, won’t I?"

She heard laughter rumble in Leo’s chest as he pulled her head forward again. "Good girl."

So she did it.

She followed Leo’s instructions on what to do, what touches and actions he liked best. She did her damndest to please him and do everything he wanted perfectly - and found she didn’t enjoy it one bit. The discomfort and humiliation seemed to last an eternity. At one point, Leo was thrusting so hard into her open mouth, it nearly cut off her air. Her jaw was aching and she had to concentrate with every fibre of her soul to not gag.

He must’ve lied when he said that women gladly do this, that Ilse gladly did this, Violet thought desperately. This is awful! What kind of woman would subject herself to this treatment?

Leo’s movements were growing harder and more erratic as he pulled at her hair, until he suddenly groaned loudly. Violet could feel his cock pulsing and suddenly there was all this hot fluid in her mouth.

She started to cough and splutter, shocked by what had happened. Some of the fluid slid down her throat, to her horror. Eyes bulging, she stared up at Leo as he withdrew from her. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

The man was laughing, damn him! He found her embarrassment funny! Violet quickly looked away as she wiped her mouth with her trailing sleeve. Tears were starting to prickle behind her eyelids. She’d done everything he’d asked and all he could do was laugh?

Leo lazily tightened the laces to his trousers again and only then extended one arm to pull her to her feet.

She stared at him blankly, knees aching and her jaw feeling like it had almost unhinged itself from her skull. What did he expect her to say after such an ordeal? Was she expected to thank him for such a privilege?

He grinned at her, showing his perfect teeth. "Why, that wasn’t bad at all for a first try. If fact, I may let you do it again for me another time."

Violet smiled back a bit, irrational pride blooming in her chest. Despite the discomfort, she’d pleased him, hopefully more than her sister had. "I look forward to it, Your Grace." she replied quickly.

Lord, she hoped he never requested that from her again.

It only occurred to her later - much, much later - that the prince was likely taking advantage of the rivalry between the sisters, to claim his pleasure from both of them.