The Princess Slave

Viktor’s POV

I stared into her teary eyes and sighed.

“Yes, but don’t think I won’t punish you for trying to hide something from me again,” I said. She nodded her head and stepped away. I was angry with her for certain.. but I knew they were hiding something, and with her bruising, I knew it had something to do with that.

When I called for Beatrice, I saw the hesitation in her eyes before she told me. I wanted to rip Violette up and punish her, but I knew it would be of no use. There are a lot of things I can tolerate, but lying is not one of them.. I just couldn’t bring myself to punish her, as her mate is already doing that.

“You may leave if you wish,” I said. If she wasn’t feeling up to walking down the hall, I suppose I wouldn’t be against her sleeping in the floor. It’s not like it was just bare concrete, there’s a fluffy rug and a pillow down there, and I gave her my comforter to cover up with. So.. it’s not entirely uncomfortable.

“If I wish?” She asked. She looked back at the floor, confusion in her soft features.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“It’s the middle of the night,” I said. She sighed and took a moment to herself before looking me back into my eyes.

“I wish to go.” She said. For some reason, I felt something when she said that. I didn’t know what exactly, but it wasn’t a good feeling. I don’t understand why, but I would’ve been okay if she’d stayed. I kind of expected her to.

“Then leave,” I said. She stood there silently, just blankly staring at me. The room was dark but with us both being non-human, we could see each other quite well. The moonlight coming through the window made her eyes shine, bringing goosebumps to my skin.

“What’s the matter with you?” I asked. Was she leaving or not?

“Do you want me to leave?” She asked. I didn’t answer. I didn’t know what to say. Finally, I came up with an answer.

“Just go, Violette,” I said. I could feel my face heat up in anger the longer she stood there and did nothing.

“Yes, Master.” She said. She turned around facing the door and slowly walked to it. Goddess, what is with this girl?

“Violette.” I snapped. She turned her head and looked at me out of the corner of her eye warily.

“Yes, master?” She asked low, nervous voice.

“Bathe when you get to your chambers. My scent is all over you.” I said. I our scents mixed together made an odd sensation rise in my chest. I kind of enjoyed it, but I didn’t want my scent being mixed with her servant friends that I knew were staying in her room.

“Yes, master. I will.” She said. She opened the door and quickly stepped out. I stared at the door for a moment, my mind racing as I thought about earlier today. She enjoyed her punishment. When her arousal filled my nose, my mind went completely blank.

I believe it was her heat acting up, and I noticed how her scent was less.. distracting after it was over. Like I’d somehow calmed her heat. I was angry with myself.. angry for giving in, angry for breaking her in.. angry.. for finishing inside her.

I growled as I pulled my blanket off the floor and threw it on the bed. Goddess, her scent is overwhelming on the blanket. I stood up and walked to my office, visions of her bent over my desk, moaning and whining coming into my mind.

“F**k, Viktor,” I growled at myself. I came inside her. Something I swore to only do to my mate, yet I couldn’t control it. I was so into myself.. so into the moment that the thought never even crossed my mind. I’d betrayed my mate in ways I never thought I would.

I heard a light muffled sound outside the door and sighed. She hasn’t left.

I stalked over to the door and as I grew closer I could hear mumbles outside.

“My king-“ Loren began to mind link me but stopped as soon as I opened the door. I spotted Loren reaching for the door and Minerva holding Violette by her slave collar, Loren stared worriedly at me.

“What are you doing Minerva?” I asked. She looked at me with a proud smile on her face

“I caught the slave sneaking out of your room, my King.” She said victoriously.

“Let her go, she wasn’t sneaking out,” I said.

“W-what do you mean? She’s covered in your scent, I thought she was trying to kill you or steal or something.” Minerva said. Loren rolled his eyes and scoffed, earning himself a glare from Minerva.

“You think she’d be able to.. huh?” I asked as I deadpanned. I grabbed her hand and pulled her off of Violette.

“Don’t touch her again,” I growled. Minerva’s eyes widened and she shook her head.

“She’s a slave, Viktor,” Minerva said.

“My slave,” I growled. She took a step back and looked between Violette and me.

“You broke her in, didn’t you?” Minerva asked. She narrowed her eyes to slits and stared at me.

“That’s none of your business. If I catch you acting like this again, touching her.. or even so much as breathing in her direction you will regret it. I will not tolerate your blatant disrespect. If I tell you to leave her alone, you’d better do it. She’s my slave, not yours, not the castle slave. Mine.” I growled.

“But Vik-“ I stopped her with a hard slap to her face.

“Do not backtalk me, Minerva,” I said. She gripped her reddened cheek and turned to Violette, a hateful look washed over her face.

“Violette, go to your chambers,” I demanded. She kept her head low and her eyes on the ground.

“Yes, Master.” She replied in a whisper.

“I can’t believe you..” Minerva began. I grabbed her wrist tightly and pulled her into the room.

“Goddess it smells just like that bitch in here. What are you doing? Why was she in here so late?” Minerva asked. I squeezed her wrist tightly as I pulled her to my desk.

“Minerva, you may be a very close friend of mine.. I’ve cared deeply for you and have trusted you in life for years. I don’t know what has gotten into you, but you will not disrespect me and question me. I am YOUR king, you are my subject. I gave you a title, I made you who you are. Now for your actions have no choice but to punish you.” I said.

I reached into the desk, spotting the whip I’d used only on Violette. Beside it, was an unused whip almost identical to the other. I grabbed the unused whip, Minerva’s face going pale almost instantly.

“What.. you can’t be serious! Viktor, you said were very close friends.. why would you whip me?” She asked as if she’d done nothing wrong.

“Don’t act stupid now, Minerva. That will only make this worse.” I growled.

“Lean over the desk and lift your dress,” I said. She hesitated and I pushed her down, she quickly caught herself with her hands on the desk. I lifted her dress and pulled down her panties.

“You will get 10 whips for your actions,” I said. She didn’t even say a word.

I pulled the whip back and slashed it against her a*s, she cried in pain, throwing her hand back to cover herself.

“Move your hand or I’ll whip them too,” I growled. She shook her head and I pulled the whip back once again, this time striking her hands. She pulled them back and she cried, I could smell her fear in the room, her anger. Something Violette never did. She was never afraid when I whipped her.

How is it that a slave can take her punishment better than Minerva? This strong woman who was beaten by my cousin constantly. Hurt in many different ways by his guards when they stormed my castle and took over my throne.

She’s not Violette.

It repeated in my mind with every whipping that broke and bruised her skin and every cry of pain that filled my chambers.