SAMANTHA
With shame, I knelt on the floor, sucking, using my lips against the tip of the dildo.
I knelt on the cold floor with the other women. My grey dress was modest compared to their lace and silk, but I still felt exposed. Vulnerable. Wrong.
My heart was pounding.
I never thought there would be a time when I would have to do this to please a man. To kneel. To perform. To pretend that sucking dick in public was something seductive. So, I've been reduced from a future Luna to this. A dick-sucking slave.
"Just get through it," I told myself.
I lifted the dildo to my mouth. The mint taste coated my tongue. I moved the lips up and down. Back and forth. And I sucked some of the balls.
Daisy's voice cut through the haze. "Prince Jayce, Finnian, and Darlington. Welcome. To what do I owe this pleasure?"
The room shifted.
All the girls who had been brushing diligently suddenly became shy. They straightened their backs. Tucked their hair behind their ears. Pushed out their chests.
Murmurs rippled through the rows.
"Wow, all three royal heirs are here," someone whispered.
"They look so handsome up close. Oh my goddess."
"We are so lucky to be blessed by their presence."
I did not look up. I kept my eyes on my dildo. I was on my knees and on the floor, trying everything possible in me to avoid their gaze.
But I could feel them.
Three sets of eyes. Three auras. Three presences pressing against my skin like heat from a fire.
Look, Cece urged.
No.
Look at them.
I said no.
I kept brushing.
Leslie's voice drifted from somewhere to my left. She was whispering, but her voice carried. It always carried.
"It seems I am a very lucky lady," she said. "My moment is approaching."
I did not look at her either.
But my heart was beating out of control.
I finally lifted my eyes—just for a second—just a glance.
Jayce stood at the front of the room. His arms were crossed over his chest. His face was hard. Irritated. His aura radiated anger like heat from a furnace.
Finnian stood beside him. His expression was blank, cold and unreadable. His aura was calm. Too calm. Like the surface of a frozen lake.
And Darlington. He stood slightly behind his brothers with those extra soft eyes of his. He looked so gentle. He looked at the women like he was watching children play.
But their eyes lingered on me.
All three of them.
I could feel it.
"They are watching us," Cece said. Her voice was excited.
I know.
"Make a show for them. Show them what we can do."
No.
"Show them!"
I am not desperate, Cece.
I am not saying you are desperate. I am saying we should give them something to remember.
They already remember me. That is the problem.
I lowered my head. I tried to make myself smaller and Invisible.
Maybe if I did not look at them, they would not look at me.
Maybe if I just kept sucking, they would get bored and leave. Maybe. It would be more dangerous for me to not do a thing. Then, if be singled out by Daisy and Jayce would ask for me to be punished. I couldn't risk that.
Daisy's voice rang out again. "Your Majesties, now that you are all here, would you love me to offer you a seat to record their practice? If you like them enough, you can take one to your quarters."
The room erupted.
Every girl burst out in excitement. Their happiness was noticeable. They whispered and giggled and preened. Leslie tossed her hair over her shoulder. The woman beside her adjusted the strap of her bikini, slightly showing her pink nipples to catch the princes attention.
A cold sweat broke out on my forehead.
"Leave," I begged silently. "Please leave. Please just go."
I hoped the princes would leave immediately. I hoped they would shake their heads and walk out and forget they had ever come.
But Jayce's eyes were still on me.
Staring like an eagle.
Staring like I was prey.
I felt like he was about to unleash disaster.
Then he spoke.
His voice was loud, mixed with cunningness and clear mischievous.
"Okay then. Offer me a seat. Let me watch your practice. Let us see if they have made any progress."
A bell rang so loud in my mind.
Danger danger danger!! Was all I could smell.
Jayce walked into the room.
Finnian followed and Darlington was behind Finnian.
Three chairs were brought to the front of the room. The princes sat. Jayce in the center, Finnian on his left and Darlington on his right.
They looked down at us like kings surveying their kingdom.
Daisy clapped her hands. "Back to work, ladies! Show their Majesties what you have learned!"
The women around me resumed brushing. But everything had changed. Their movements were sharper now. More deliberate. They arched their backs and pouted their lips and made sure their bodies were on display.
I kept my head down.
I kept sucking with my hands shaking fervently.
Do not look at them, I told myself. Do not give them a reason to notice you.
They already notice you, Cece said.
Then do not give them a reason to come closer.
Jayce's voice cut through the room. "The one in grey. In the back."
My blood turned to ice.
No no no no no.
"Yes, Your Majesty?" Daisy said.
"That one. She is not trying very hard."
Daisy's eyes found me. Her face hardened.
"Miss Williams," she said. "His Majesty is correct. You are not trying. Put more effort into your practice or you will be punished."
I forced my hand to move faster. My jaw ached. My gums burned.
Jayce laughed, his voice filled with cruel intent.
And I knew, with a certainty that made my stomach drop, that this was only the beginning.