34. Don't touch me.

Arthur's gaze wandered over Winifred's form, starting with her breasts, chest, hips, and then back to her breasts. His fingers wandered over the neckline and rested on her collarbone, outlining it in a suggestive manner. She shuddered lightly.

“You're overstepping your boundaries, prince. I should not be punished for standing up for myself, its common knowledge after all.” She said, standing her ground.

He grinned. “Sugar, I might have been quite lenient with you but you need to know who I am. I am Arthur O'brien, the first son of the Alpha king Alexander O'brien of the Lycan kingdom. I have bought you and you are now part of my property, which I intend to take the greatest of care with, I have the right to do anything I want with you, whether or not you want it and you will not talk to me without respect henceforth!” He snapped as he pulled her forward towards him and his hands moved inside her dress, pulling it upwards.

As the undergarment rode above her waist, he saw that her small nipples were colored like small roses and he cupped them. They were beautifully shaped and he loved it.

To say Winifred was shocked at his boldness in touching her would be an understatement, it was like someone else had come into the man in front of her. “Stop! Don’t touch me!” She said as she jerked away from him, dropping the dress back down.

“Sugar, you cannot change what is bound to happen between us. You will satisfy my needs whether or not you like it and trust me when I say I will enjoy your body very much,” he said, smiling.

Winifred was enraged and she regretted ever even falling for the intimacy they had previously that same day. She was suddenly grateful for the interruption that occurred as it had stopped what she might have regretted for a long time, it was now that she realized what a jerk he actually was. You deceive yourself. The day I become your whore, I will either kill myself or find a way to escape you. “Test me if you dare.” She said, speaking to him boldly, it only thrilled Arthur beyond compare.

She wasn’t afraid of him and she was majestic, she was also bold and so beautiful. Arthur found himself getting even more drawn to her, he picked her up lightly and took her to his bed. He knelt between her slim thighs and again moved the fabric up to her waist. Her pussy glistened in the light and he knew she wanted him.

"Are you saying you really don't want this thing between us? Do you really not feel it at all? Not even a little?" He asked, taking in her beauty. It was a natural act for a man and woman to come together. Men had needs and women serviced them. It was supposed to be a simple thing, and he really hoped it was once. He hoped that the strong attraction he was feeling would be gone as soon as he has his way with her. It had to be sexual, just sexual.

Winifred was getting breathless again and she was getting angry at herself this time. She was indeed acting like a whore if she was this responsive to just his touch. "I don't feel anything, I just want to get out of here. I don't belong here, I'm not a slave, I'm most especially not your whore or whatever you call it. I have a right to my own body. I'd rather do any other thing than warm your bed till you get tired and sell me to another!" She let out, earning a sigh from Arthur.

“So you'd rather do something else. Do you want to work in the kitchens then? Or perhaps you want to become a low slave? This would be huge work, you would clean, wash and you can be sent around by everyone instead of just me."

As he spoke, his fingers moved into her tight, slick pussy and she arched into him as she couldn’t help herself. Her head was swimming. She was spinning out of control and the emotions were tumbling onto her. No one had ever touched her like this and she was on fire, with pinpricks hitting behind her eyes. She knew it would be easy to give into him, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t give into him or show any weakness. “Send me to wherever, I’d rather be a dirty slave that works day and night than be your whore,” she told him coldly and breathlessly, trying to stem the emotions she felt.

Arthur went still and his body tensed. She is a little falcon with talons and an iron will, he thought. The fact that she'd prefer to slave away and overwork rather than just warm his bed annoyed him to a fault.

“So be it then!" he said. He looked down at her and then moved away from her. He went towards his door, unlocked it and then called out to a maid outside his room by clapping his hands twice. Martha, the nice maid Winifred knew came running in. Take Winifred to the slave's quarters, tell Florence that she is no longer my sex slave, just my slave. Tell her to assign a duty to her and have her trained too." He said.

Martha immediately walked away beckoning on Winifred who instantly followed suite.

Arthur watched as she left, he wanted her. His cock was still stretched and lengthened, ready for the tight passage that she had been ready to give him, he craved her so much it almost hurt. And not long after they had left, Elena sauntered into the room, stripping away her clothes as she walked.

Arthur was not in any way surprised, even though she was a lady from a noble household that wasn't supposed to sleep with a man until after marriage, they had both actually had it with each other several times curtesy of Elena herself. She had always felt like she needed to do it to keep her man and Arthur didn't see the need to turn her down, she was also beautiful.

She was slender with small breasts and hips, long black hair and a pouted lip. She had almost black nipples on her breasts and she loved to bend over and take his cock up in a dog style.

“My prince."Elena called out as she reached him, she began to rub her hands all over his hard on in a sultry manner but Arthur wasn't feeling it like before.

He didn't want her, neither did his cock.

"Elena, stop." He let out, putting his hands in between them to stop the contact. "I'm really not in the mood for this, please. Maybe next time."

Elena was pissed, "Not in the mood just because of her, is it not? You never turned me down before, why is a whore changing you?"

"It’s not about her, Elena. I... I... just think we should tone it down till we get married first, that's how it should be normally. What would your parents think if they knew of this, its a dishonor to them." Arthur said.

Elena scoffed, "After how many times, my prince? We are getting married soon anyways, I don't even think they'll care."

Arthur was getting irritated at her and so he snapped, "Ugh! Elena, PLEASE! Just let me be!"

When Elena saw that he was not going to change his mind anytime soon, she wore her clothes back and stormed out for the second time that day earning an eye roll from Arthur.

He then walked into his bathroom, took off his clothes and stepped into his bathtub. He thought of a beautiful round ass with long legs and golden hair falling down the back. He thought about how he would wrap the golden hair around his hand as he jerked her head up and how her pussy would drip and cling tightly to his cock. When the memory of her became too much for his body to handle, he started to pull at his cock.

He heard her words in his head: "I don’t want to… Not for you. Not for someone like you, not for anyone in this place or this world… Not for someone who is part of the suffer I'm going through, not for someone who has held me here against my will, someone who buys females for his pleasure. Definitely not you."

She might have been emotional and teary about it but Arthur started to jerk off to her. He beat it, pulled it, tugged it, until he was spraying cum all over the bathroom wall, thinking about her golden hair and her vanilla smell. Bracing his hands on the wall that wears his cum and breathing deep, he clenched his eyes closed. He needed to get her out of his mind and having her was the only way to.

He needed to have her and very soon.