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  Jack nearly exploded just sliding into her. She was so tight, but accommodating. He nearly wept with the pleasure of it. He lay down over her. He wanted to cover himself in her ample bosom as he completely submerged himself in her.

  She wrapped her arms around him as he came down to her body. She could smell the sweat in his hair, and feel the dampness of their bodies as they lay together. He started to move in her. Pump a rhythm into her. She held onto him and let it consume her.

  He rocked into her, as she dug into his back. He was lost in her. He searched out her mouth. He found it and dived in. He ravaged her mouth, darting his tongue in and out. He could feel his climax building. He buried his face into her sweet smelling neck and plunged deep into her.

  Snowden cried out as he came. She could feel his seed spew into her in short hot spurts. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his damp forehead. She never knew sex could be so wonderful. Or a man to be so giving.

  After Jack was spent, he rolled off Snowden and onto the mossy bed beside her. He felt her nuzzle into his side. He lifted his arm and pulled her close. They nuzzled together until they fell asleep.

  As the sun was setting, they woke, found their clothes and dressed. Jack walked Snowden back into the forest to her humble shack where she lived with seven dwarfs.

  Light shone from inside the dwelling.

  Jack smiled. “I am surprised they are not waiting outside for you. The last time I came to call, Grumpy nearly clubbed me over the head with his hammer.”

  “They worry is all. But they know I’m a grown woman and do as I please.” She laughed. “Besides, I threatened them with pain if they did not comply with my wishes.”

  Jack laughed. He took her hand and pressed his lips to it. “You are quite a woman, I’d say.”

  She blushed. “Jack, now that we’ve consummated our relationship, when will I be moving to the castle?”

  Jack choked. “Um, we will have to wait, my love. There is much to do first.”

  “Can I come to meet the King and Queen then? Surely, they are interested in meeting me.”

  Jack smiled and quickly grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him. He pressed a kiss to her frowning mouth. She softened.

  “Of course, my dear. When I come for you next week, we will talk about making plans.”

  He released her and bowed to her. “Now I must bid you a fond farewell.

  Good night, my sweet angel.”

  She watched him walk back into the woods. She watched until she could no longer see him in the thick foliage. She could feel the first swell of bitter tears in her eyes.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Prince Charming whistled happily along the path back onto the castle’s gardens. He wound his way through the sculpted bushes and into the courtyard. An armored guard perked up at the sound of his approach.

  “Who goes there?”

  “Prince Charming.”

  The guard bowed. “I’m sorry, your Majesty. I did not know you were out in the gardens.”

  “Nor does anyone else. And we shall keep it that way, won’t we, Edgar?”

  The guard perked up at the sound of his given name. “Certainly not from my lips, your Majesty.”

  Jack smiled and patted Edgar on the shoulder. He liked his servants, enjoyed them even. They rewarded him richly with just the utterance of their given names. Jack knew the power of the name. He used it often to get his way. As did he compliments and gifts. They did not call him Prince Charming for nothing. His real given name was Prince Edward “Jack”

  Constance III. Only the bourgeois called him Prince Edward. He was Prince Edward to the kingdom but Prince Charming to the people he meant to rule one day.

  The palace was quiet as he entered. The only sound was the soft footsteps of the servants lighting the torches in the passageways. A soft glow emanated through the great hall. He would make his way to his rooms and retire for the evening. Snowden White had worn him out. It had been a tiring chase, but well worth the fatigue. She had been everything he hoped her to be. She was an eager lover. She would be a pleasure to teach and train.

  He made it to the base of the grand staircase.

  “Edward? Where have you been?”

  Jack turned to see his mother nervously wringing her dainty hands. He smiled and bent to kiss her well-pampered cheek.

  “Mother. You look radiant this evening. Have you been out strolling in the moonlight? The night air does your skin wonders.”

  She blushed like a girl at her son’s comments. He was the charmer, just like his father. “No, I have not. Or I surely would have seen you coming from the woods.”

  He raised his eyebrows. He didn’t realize his mother knew of his outings. “I like to walk in the woods. It rests my mind.”

  “It’s not your mind I am worried about, dear Prince. Be sure to remember that you meet your betrothed in a few days time. It would not be prudent to have rumors about your indiscretions flying around the kingdom before you are wed. After you are wed, you may have as many indiscretions as your body desires. No one would be able to challenge you then.”

  “You need not worry, my Queen. I am very discreet. As I am sure you are also.”

  She nodded her head and continued on her way through the palace. Jack watched her leave then bounded up the stairs to his rooms.

  He pushed open the ornate doors and entered his lavishly decorated bedchamber. He closed the doors and lit a candle on the table.

  “You’re late.”

  Jack turned abruptly toward his bed. A grin spread across his face nearly splitting it in half. This night could not get any better.

  “I did not realize you would be coming tonight.”

  “You should learn to always expect me, dear sir.”

  She rose from the bed and walked to him. The candlelight played over her body. She was dressed in a sheer dressing gown. Her long silky hair draped over one shoulder. Her rosy nipples jutted out from her pert breasts.

  He could clearly make out the golden vee of hair between her long shapely legs.

  “You are right. I’m sorry.”

  She stood before him. A slender hand on the flare of her hip. She brought up her other hand. She held a horse riding crop. She slapped it down smartly on the table.

  “I’m sorry what?”

  Jack bowed his head. “I’m sorry, Mistress.”

  She smiled. “That’s better. Next time I will not be so forgiving, and you will feel the sting of this crop across your flesh.”

  Jack shuddered with desire at the thought of his pain. Mistress had been coming to his bedchambers for a month, but this was the first time she brought an instrument to dole out her delicious punishments.

  He remembered the first time he had seen her. It was at a grand ball that his parents had put on so he could choose a bride. All of the wealthy and well to do had been invited. Jack had miserably scanned the meager offerings of ladies in the crowd, when his eyes rested upon a vision in blue.

  She stood at the top of the stairs in a glorious blue gown, her hair swept up, and dainty glass slippers on her feet. They had danced all night without conversation. There was nothing to be said.

  At the stroke of midnight, she had disappeared. Jack retired to his bedchambers that night to find her comfortably tucked under his silky sheets. She had spanked him with the strength of her long hand that night.

  “Can I get Mistress a drink?”

  “Yes. I’ve been waiting here for far too long.”

  Jack went to his serving table. He poured amber liquor into two glasses.

  He came back and handed her one.

  “You were not seen?”

  She narrowed her eyes at him. “Of course not. What do you take me for? I’m not one of your stupid servant girls.”

  “Of course. I’m sorry, Mistress.”

  Jack took his drink and sat down on the bed. He had better watch his mouth. Mistress did not like to be reminded of her other life. He knew she came from riches, but instead h
ad endured a life of service for her stepmother and two stepsisters. Her father had died when she was just a child. Her stepmother quickly took over his house, his fortunes, and his daughter.

  “Are you hungry? I will call a servant to bring whatever you wish.”

  She pounded back her drink and placed the glass firmly on the table. “I am hungry for only one thing.”

  Jack swallowed. He knew he was done for. She looked like she’d eat him up whole.

  “Yes, Mistress. Whatever you want.”

  “I want you to get undressed and lay on the bed with your arms out. I don’t want you touching yourself indecently.”

  Jack did as he was told. He stripped off his clothes and lay on the silk covered bed. He could still smell Snow White on his flesh. He wondered if his Mistress could.

  Mistress watched as Jack undressed. His body never failed to please her. He was lean but strong. His skin was smooth and well washed. And his cock. His cock was thick and long. He was just the right size for her.

  For her lust.

  She looked down at him stretched out on the bed. Already his cock had stiffened. It was standing straight and tall like a little soldier boy. Mistress smiled as she trailed the riding crop over his body. She started at his face and made her way down to his swollen member. She trailed it up and down the length of him. He quivered with each stroke. She was sure she could bring him off with just this subtle stroking. She stopped moving the crop.

  She was not ready for him to get pleasure. She wanted hers first.

  Mistress untied her dressing gown and let it slide to the floor. She stepped out of it and kneeled on the bed. She straddled Jack. She slowly moved up his body inch by inch. She was soon straddling his face.

  Jack looked up into her open sex. She was already dripping wet. Her scent was strong and cloying. He knew what she wanted.

  “You will lick me until I am satisfied. If you do not obey, I will not hesitate to inflict pain on that which you hold most dear. Your cock.”

  She turned herself around so she was facing his hardened cock. She wanted to see it quiver with each stroke of his tongue on her own flesh. She wanted to watch it ache for release.

  Jack brought his hands up and spread her apart. She was dark red from lust. Her clit jutted out at him, like a miniature penis. He gently licked the length of her slit.

  Her hips gyrated as he lapped at her. She met him stroke for stroke.

  She loved the feel of his hot wet tongue in her. It gave her great pleasure for him to serve her.

  “Harder. Faster. You are disappointing me.” She ground her sex into his face. She could hear his muffled protests. She lifted herself up.

  “I will try harder, Mistress.”

  “See that you do, or I will be forced to discipline you.” She trailed the riding-crop over the head of his cock.

  Jack groaned at the contact. He could feel himself tighten. He was close to coming. But would hold it in. Mistress would be angry if he came first.

  He wriggled his tongue around her slit. He used his fingers to pry her wider. He stuck his tongue inside her as far as he could. He darted it in and out quickly. He moved his thumb over her clit. She moaned her delight.

  He continued his assault. Gaining momentum with each stroke, each rub.

  Mistress could feel her climax building. She moved her hips in time with his mouth. Her breath labored. Her belly tightened. Her legs quivered. She rammed herself down onto his tongue and face. She ground herself over him as the orgasm slammed into her. She cried out.

  Jack continued to lick at her cunt. He could barely breathe but knew he’d be punished if he stopped. He licked and sucked as she came. Her juices ran down his face. She tasted tart but pleasant.

  She stopped moving as her orgasm quieted. She could still feel Jack’s tongue in her. He had done a good job of pleasing her. He would be rewarded.

  She lifted herself off of his face. She unstraddled him, and kneeled beside him on the bed. She looked down at his face. It glistened with her come. She leaned down and pressed her lips to his. She tasted her own lust on his flesh. She licked his lips savoring the flavor.

  “You did well. I will reward you.”

  “Thank you, Mistress. I love to serve you.”

  She smiled down at him. She trailed a finger down his sternum to his belly. She circled his navel then traveled lower to his scrotum. She fondled his sack lightly, careful not to squeeze too hard. He moaned loudly. She trailed her finger up his shaft over the tip of his cock and down the other side. She did this repeatedly. Jack writhed on the bed at the feathery touch.

  Mistress leaned down and lightly trailed her tongue over the tip of his penis. She could taste him. She growled low in her throat as she took him into her hot mouth. She slid her mouth up and down on him. She gripped the base of him in her long hand. And continued to fondle his scrotum with her other hand.

  Jack nearly fainted from her contact. Mistress was always able to get him off quickly. She had immense skill at sucking him. She seemed to really love the act. He loved to watch her slide him completely into her mouth. He could feel the back of her throat. Could feel her hum, tickling the tip of his cock. This always made him come hard.

  Jack’s cock stiffened in her mouth. He was about to come. Mistress stilled her mouth, and squeezed with her hand. The hot come spewed into her mouth. She swallowed it down in two lusty gulps. Her ability to swallow his seed gave her another sense of power. The power to please.

  That power was just as entertaining as the one to demand pleasure. With an equal balance, Mistress felt loved.

  She slid his softened penis out of her mouth. She wiped her lips clean with the silk from his bed. She crawled up his body and pressed her mouth to his. She liked that he kissed her even after having his own seed in her mouth. Some men refused. But not Jack. Jack would do anything to please her.

  He moaned into her mouth. “I love you, Mistress.”

  She broke from his mouth and gazed down at him. It wasn’t the first time he spoke those words. She wanted to believe him. She wanted to believe that he loved her and her only. But she suspected that it wasn’t true.

  She could taste another woman’s desire on his cock. He had been with someone else before coming to her in his bedchamber. She had also heard the rumors whispered among the kingdom. Rumors of a sleeping princess, fairies, and dragons. Could be just stories told to children for entertainment, but she felt deep in heart that they were true.

  “Stay a little longer. I want to pleasure you again. Mistress can never have too much pleasure.”

  She smiled down at him. He was like an eager schoolboy arriving early to his class desperately wanting to please his teacher. “What will you do for my pleasure?”

  “Anything you want.”

  “I want you to stand up.”

  Jack pushed himself off the bed and stood before her.

  She let her eyes travel up and down his body. She could see his cock already beginning to twitch.

  “Now I want you to watch me.”

  She moved around on the bed so she was facing him. She leaned back on her back and spread her legs wide. She trailed a finger over her open slit.

  She rubbed it over her clit.

  Jack’s hand moved to his cock. He wrapped a hand around it.

  Mistress took hold of the crop and brought it down hard across his thigh. “I did not say you could touch yourself.”

  The bite of the crop made Jack cringe. But the hot sting made his cock stiff. He quickly removed his hand.

  “You may watch me diddle myself until I tell you to take me.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  She continued to rub at her clit. She brought up the riding-crop and rolled the edge over her sex. She loved the unyielding feeling of the polished wood. It was hard and cold against her intimate flesh. She turned it so the handle pressed against her. She rubbed it up and down her gash, until it pushed its way into her. She slid it in and out of her wet gushing hole.

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p; Jack’s cock hardened to steel as he watched her slide the crop into her body. He desperately wanted to touch her, to shove his own sex into her.

  But knew he would have to wait.

  Mistress could feel another orgasm mounting. She wanted to ride it out.

  She wanted to draw the pleasure out for as long as she could stand. She needed Jack’s cock to do that.

  “Now! Ram it in me now!”

  Jack jumped at her voice. He grabbed both of her legs and spread her wide. He rammed into her in one hard thrust. They cried out together at the intense sensation. Jack continued to slam into her. He went so deep his scrotum slapped against her buttocks. He could feel every velvety inch of her on his cock.

  Tears sprang to her eyes, as pain melted into pleasure. She cried out with every violent thrust of his cock. She could feel him in her belly, pounding at the gates of her womb. Her climax was explosive. She shut her eyes as it tore into her. She could see nothing until white light exploded in her brain. She thought she’d go blind from it.

  Jack came moments after her orgasm. Her vagina contracting around him tightly. He could feel shock after shock course through her. He felt every drop of his come seep into her. He had never felt so aware of his cock before. Every feeling intensified. Every feeling multiplied while he was inside her. And as he slipped out of her, his entire mind and body felt numb. He could no longer put coherent thought together. He collapsed face first onto the bed. He could no longer move.

  Mistress let her legs drop to the bed. She could not lift them any longer.

  She was sore and shaking from exertion. She finally could feel her heart beat, for she had thought it had stopped. She opened her eyes and turned toward Jack. He was face first on the bed, with his eyes closed. Slowly a smile crept across his sweaty face.

  “I think I have died and gone to heaven.”

  “Then I have met you there at the pearly gates.”

  Jack opened his eyes and looked at his Mistress. This was the first time she had expressed any feelings for him. He knew she loved him, but had never heard it from her lips. He knew it cost her plenty to open herself this way. He would not push her.