The Prince and His Slave (boyxboy)

Chapter Nine

Camille

As the prince fed me breakfast I looked at him shyly. He smirked at me and fed me a strawberry. I gave him a dirty look and took a huge bite of the berry.

He was so smug about forcing me to call him by his name. It would take some time getting use to, but if that's what he wanted me to call him, I would. I hadn't said his name on my own much since yesterday. He usually had to prompt me to say it and he thought it was pretty damn funny.

I turned my head away when I was full and he ate a few more bites before he set the tray aside.

He then pulled me to him, biting and licking my neck. He pushed me under him and started kissing me everywhere.

He spent a lot of time kissing my belly before he said something. "You've gained a little weight."

I frowned and looked down at him. He smiled at me and patted my slightly pudgy belly.

I gasped. "You're making me fat!" I tried to push him off me, but he held me down.

"You are not fat. You barely have a belly at all, it's flat. You're still a little waif," he told me and I turned my head away from him. "Your thighs don't even touch and I can see your hip bones." He grabbed onto my ankle and bent my knee. "Look at this. Look," he insisted and I finally turned to look at him. "I can practically wrap my whole hand around your ankle. So I like this little extra weight." He patted my belly. "It shows I'm taking care of you."

He dropped my ankle and I straightened my leg out again. "So," I began shyly, "you still like the way I look?"

He crawled up me, placing his hands on either side of my head. "Yes, my love. I like the way you look very much." He kissed my collarbone and traveled up my neck to my jaw.

"You better not make me any fatter though." I glared at him. "I will refuse to eat anything if I get bigger."

"Hmm." He raised an eyebrow at me. "You don't think I will feed you by force? You're mine to take care of and I would never let you starve yourself."

"Fine, Dorian," I said.

That made him grin ear to ear. He pecked me on the lips and moved off the bed. He went to the wardrobe and started getting dressed.

"What do you plan to do today, darling?" he asked as he started putting on his boots.

"I'm going to spend the day with Kell."

He smiled at me. "Lovely."

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A couple weeks went by and I mostly helped Neo take care of the puppies in the stables. Poppy was getting sick of them unfortunately. It was sad to see, but she started to want nothing to do with them. That meant we had to spend a lot of time feeding them, keeping them clean, and helping them walk.

It was all going well though and I loved Kell so much. I had never had something to call my own and now I had my own puppy! It was amazing to think about how much my life had changed when Dorian chose me to be his slave.

Dorian...Dorian.

Sometimes it was still strange to think that I didn't call him 'your highness' when it was just the two of us, or even in my head. It had taken a little while to get used to, but eventually it became natural. Every once in awhile though, I was in awe of how much my life had changed. I never imagined when I met Dorian that I would be close enough to him to simply call him by his name.

Today marked the first day I was going to take Kell out of the stables. The other puppies would get to go out on their own when they were old enough, but since Kell was mine I got to take him out.