Taming the dragon - A slave to the prince

18.

He gets in the water and I start gathering everything I can find to help him. I place the towels on top of a small bench on the side of the pool and get on my knees again behind him. 

'What are you doing?'

'I'm going to wash you, I thought-'

'Get in the water, I'm sure this bath is big enough for the two of us.' He really calls this a bath? A very big bath allright. I get up and start going down the stairs into the water. It's just a perfect temperature, not too hot to burn your skin but still hot enough to relax from the moment you touch it.

The further I go in, the more I feel my body relaxing. Even my back doesn't hurt. I let my body sink into the giant tub. I feel content. Tristan approaches me 'Open your legs.' . Startled by his command I start panicking. I know I was shameless a few moments ago and though my body is longing for him, I don't know if I'm ready yet. I want to be his lover but... My virginity was taken several years ago from me and it was by force by a disgusting man with greasy hair and a bad smell. Even now, I still remember the smell of sweat as he forced himself inside me.

I sit up straight, bend them a little and open them even though I feel them shaking a bit. 

He comes closer and sits on his knees between my legs. He starts caressing them, to my butt and cups it with his both hands and before I know I'm on top of him again. He's still holding me by my hips, his thumbs drawing circles. He buries his face in the crease of my neck and start kissing it, barely touching the skin but still sending shivers down my spine. I feel my n*****s getting hard again just by touching his chest. I look down and see his ahum royal member in all his big, thick and fully erected glory. Being so close to him, feeling him, smelling him... I feel so at ease and aroused that the memory of my horror night is pushed away. He must have felt me staring.

'Do you like what you see?' 

'Oh uhm' I feel my cheeks heating up 'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare. It's just so... big.'

He starts laughing and my cheeks are now tomato red. 'You can stare all you want, after all it will be the only d**k you'll see from now on.' And he winks. 'You don't have to be afraid, he won't bite. Well maybe a little.' Smirk. 

I want to look away but I just can't. I want to touch it yet I don't.  I look down and I feel my eyes watering but I have to be honest. 'I'm not a virgin anymore.' I whisper. I feel his grip tightening a little more and his thumbs increasing the pressure. He looks into my eyes.

'Do you love him?'

'Huh?' His grip tightening again.

'Do you love the man you f****d?' His eyes turn dark.

'No my lord it isn't like that-'

'Tristan!'

'I'm sorry. Tristan! But I'm a slave, these cuffs are the proof. You are my master and a slave who calls the master by his name gets punished. I'm trying but I've been taken almost 10 years ago and that's how long the rules have been hammered into my brain. Don't touch the master, always address the master correct, do as the master says,... I'm really trying. And a slave isn't allowed to love as the purpose of the slave is to serve it's master. Not her or his but it's, for the master a slave isn't a human but a thing. And we are treated that way. Even the man that took my virginity treated me like I was a thing. He didn't respond to my screams and tears, asking him to stop. He just took what he paid for and after he was done I've been punished because he complained to the master because I didn't give him the treatment he deserved or wanted or was promised to him. So no! I didn't or don't love him! He's a disgusting old man that just gets a kick of f*****g young girls and then whines because they don't match his expectations.' 

His eyes turned even darker and I immediately regret my outburst. I bow my head to look down. My small tears forming circles in the water.

'Do you think you can love me?' He almost whispers.

I look up 'My l- I don't understand?'

'Everyone longs to be loved Rana, I thought I didn't but after meeting you...' He took a hand of my hip and uses it to make me look up, into his ever deep blue eyes. 'I feel things I've never felt, I want things I thought I didn't, I do things that I'd never thought I do... Even a monster like me needs to feel loved apparently, needs to be touched, needs to-' Now he is the one to look down. I repeat his action and cup his face with my hands so he can look at me.

'I don't think you're a monster, you have been nothing but kind to me. Whatever you did or will do that will make people call you that way... I won't judge. I've seen real monsters and I had to call them master.' I hug him and I feel his surprise by my sudden move but eventually he hugs me back.

'You are many things Rana, but never boring.' He lets out a sigh and in his embrace I feel safe.

When someone knocks on the door he still doesn't let me go. 'Come in!'

I don't see who came in but I think it's the man from earlier by judging his voice. 'My prince, your presence is requested by his majesty the king and her majesty the queen to join them for dinner.' 

He grunts and I hear the man leaving and closing the door. 

'I don't have choice. Come on.' He gets me of his lap very gently, stands up and holds out his hand to help me. I rush to the bench to grab the towels and start to dry him when he gets out the tub. He raises an eyebrow.

'Let me care for you, at least in a way I know I can.' He nods. 'Where can I find your clothes?'

'In the closet over there. I know my mother wants me to wear some decent clothes so less soldier, more prince.'

'Got it.' I walk to the closet and to my surprise there aren't many clothes in there. Mostly leather pants or parts of armor and even a few weapons but only a handful of decent shirts. Nevertheless all the clothes seem tailor made and with the greatest precision. I take a deep blue shirt to match his eyes and one of the dark brown pant along with a dark brown cloak. After helping him getting dressed my body is dry as well.

'I will have someone bring you some food, stay here until I get back. There's a dress you can wear on the bed. I hope it fits.' I nod. He starts walking to the door, opens it but turns around. 'And when I'm back we'll finish what we've started.' His big smile makes my knees weak. 

With a smirk he closes the door.