The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty Read Free

again he spanked her.
    “I think you are sobbing more from the humiliation than the pain,” he scolded her in a soft voice.
    She was struggling not to make her cries too loud.
    He flattened out his right hand, and feeling the heat of her reddened buttocks drew it up and delivered another series of hard, loud slaps, smiling as he watched her struggle.
    He could have spanked her much harder, for his own pleasure, and without really hurting her. But he thought the better of it. He had so many nights ahead of him for these delights.
    He lifted her up now so that she was standing in front of him.
    “Toss your hair back,” he commanded. Her tear-stained face was unspeakably beautiful, her lips trembling, her blue eyes gleaming with the dampness of the tears. She obeyed immediately.
    “I don’t think you were so very spoilt,” he said. “I find you very obedient and eager to please, and this makes me very happy.”
    He could see her relief.
    “Clasp your hands behind your neck,” he said, “under your hair. That’s it. Very good.” He lifted her chin again. “And you have a lovely modest habit of looking down. But now I want you to look directly at me.”
    She obeyed shyly, miserably. It seemed she felt her nakedness and her helplessness more fully now as she looked at him. Her lashes were matted and dark, and her blue eyes larger than he had thought.
    “Do you find me handsome?” he asked her. “Ah, but before you answer, I should like to know the truth from you, not what you think I should like to hear, or what would be best for you to say, you understand me?”
    “Yes, my Prince,” she whispered. She seemed calmer.
    He reached out, massaged her right breast lightly, and then stroked her downy underarms, feeling the little curve of the muscle there beneath the tiny wisp of golden hair, and then he stroked that full, moist hair between her legs so that she sighed and trembled.
    “Now,” he said, “answer my question, and describe what you see. Describe me as if you had only just met me and were confiding in your chambermaid.”
    Again she bit her lip, which he dearly loved, and then, her voice a little diminished by uncertainty, she said:
    “You are very handsome, my Prince, no one could deny that. And for one ... for one ...”
    “Go on,” he said. He drew her just a little closer so that her sex was against his knee, and putting his right arm about her, he cradled her breast in his left hand and let his lips touch her cheek.
    “And for one so young to be so commanding,” she said, “it’s not what one might expect.”
    “And tell me how does that show itself in me, other than my actions?”
    “Your manner, my Prince,” she said, her voice gaining a little strength. “The look of your eyes, such dark eyes ... your face. There are none of the doubts of youth in it.”
    He smiled and kissed her ear. He wondered why the wet little cleft between her legs was so very hot. His fingers could not keep from touching it. Twice already he’d had her today, and he would have her again, but he was thinking he should go about it more slowly.
    “Would you like it if I were older?” he whispered.
    “I had thought,” she said, “that it would be easier. To be commanded by one so very young,” she said, “is to feel one’s helplessness.”
    It seemed the tears had welled up and were spilling out of her eyes, so he pushed her gently back so he might see them.
    “My darling, I have awakened you from a century’s sleep, and restored you father’s Kingdom. You’re mine. And you won’t find me such a hard master. Only a very thorough master. When you think night and day and every moment only of pleasing me, things will be very easy for you.”
    And as she struggled not to look away, he could see again the relief in her face, and that she was in complete awe of him.
    “Now,” he said, pushing his left fingers between her legs, and drawing her close again so that she let out a little gasp before she could