The One You Wanna See

Prince: Horny Pony in the empty room?

I felt his hands drift down my body; the touch felt familiar. Could it be the soft hands of the Crown Prince playing a game with me? Of course it is, I say to myself ready to play.

"So your highness why do I have the distinct feeling that you are the one running your hands over me.

"Why do you ask? Is my touch turning you on?" he asked.

Of course yes, I whispered to myself in excitement, wanting to look him in the eye.

I smiled.

"Good thing Prince is not here," I said to myself, because how would I explain my receiving a massage from the Crown Prince.

Giggling, I turned around only to be shocked to see him, Prince; he merely smirked, his eyes looked angry. How in the world did he get here so fast and why is he here?

"Pprince, hmm darling oh."

Shh, that will not be necessary" he quipped.

"But let me explain?"

"No need to explain, you like the thrill of another man, maybe we should ask him to join us sometime, you would like that wouldn't you Athena?"

"No, I don't," I said.

"Too late for that, you already admitted. Why? Is my offer is not enough?" He asked staring me down as I hurriedly sat up, gripped my robe and tucked my exposed breasts.

"Now you are tucking my toys away, hmm my dear you are predictable. Prince said playing with his cuffs.

I avert my eyes from him. I remain calm and speechless, but deep down within me I felt guilty.

He moves closer and stands in front of me.

"So tell me, my dear, what attracted you to him? Go on Admit it; he turned you on?"

"Nothing attracted me, I called you; you are my highness."

"Hmm that's new, oh Athena I just so happen to know that the crown prince is in the building."

He laughed, apparently he was amused by my guilt. " you are not a good liar. Not that I can blame you, I happen to know no one can lie to me. I cannot be played; you try playing me you play yourself."

He brushes the hair out of my face.

I would be a liar if I said I didn't enjoy the attention of the Crown Prince and my husband, Prince. But now I feared I might lose Prince if I act on impulse with any other man.

I knew he expected the woman in his life to be loyal; I am not going to jeopardize all I had with him.

"So do you want him to f'ck you?" He asked his gaze direct; it seemed to bore a hole in me.

"Noooo," I yelled back.

"Hmm, well it is not going to happen, you are the mother of my child, and I cannot have you out there, we are right for each other, you for me!"

I nod in agreement; I learned not to argue. I had to be patient with my tongue, or our marriage might end. I tried to lighten the mood.

"You have the hands of a man who is blessed," I said taking his hand and kissing it. I loved him with my whole soul. But deep down inside I still liked the fact that powerful men desired me. It made me feel incredibly self-confident. But Prince had the power over me, and he knew it. I wondered if it turned him on to know that other men desired me.

Prince silently stepped back and lowered his body onto the loveseat in the room. He beckoned me to come to him.

Like a woman in a trance, I did as he requested.