Crowned Compass ✓

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 8

(slight warnings)

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I held the paper close to my heart and looked over at the window. I didn't see Adonis.

"Sir Adonis?" I called and got out of the bed.

I looked around in my large closet before going to the bathroom to see him standing inside of the tub.

He looked over at me, unphased, then noticed the paper placed to my chest.

"Did you write this?" I asked him.

He nodded and got out, walking over to me to grab a towel.

"You should work on your handwriting, it is awful."

He nodded again and started drying himself.

Was he not embarrassed? Where was his emotion? This man was like a machine.

Was he even capable of feeling?

I placed the paper on the counter and pulled the straps of my gown off my shoulders, letting it hit the ground.

He looked over at me and his limp manhood began to grow.

When I saw his erection, I titled my head, "You are capable of feeling..."

I had never seen a penis before.

I walked closer to him and he took a step back.

"Are you afraid, Sir Adonis?" I asked as I took one of his hands.

He shook his head.

"Do you want to touch me?"

He nodded.

I placed his hand on my breast and his thumb caressed my nipple. Before I could release a moan, I backed away, shaking out of my thoughts.

"It is forbidden of me to be tended to like this, I am truly sorry."

What has gotten into me?

First a mental breakdown and now this?

Adonis took my hand and trailed my fingers down to his shaft.

I jerked my hand away, "I can't Sir Adonis. I am sorry for starting this."

He blinked innocently.

Did he believe that was what he was supposed to do?

"Clothe yourself," I commanded him, "after you handle that," I pointed at his erection.

He nodded and started to stroke himself in front of me. Before I could see more, I quickly put on my gown and left.

My heart was beating out of my chest.

Was he a child inside? Was he not trained of these common rules?!

I jumped when I saw my door open.

"Princess? Is everything alright?"

I put a hand to my heart, "Y-yes. I am fine."

Gloria carried a small table over to my bed, "Made your favorite breakfast today, I thought you'd need it."

I nodded, "Thank you."

"Hmm.." she placed a hand on my cheek, "well you're not warm..."

"I am fine," I smiled.

She bowed, "If you say so, your highness."

She turned to walk away, but I stopped her.

"Am I allowed to leave my room? It is the next day."