s*x Slave

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Princess’s POV

It had been days since I spoke with Eddie and Ryan. Worried, I went to the window, hoping Uncle Joe hadn’t caught them.

“Eddie! Ryan!” I called.

“Hey!” they replied, rushing to their window. I smiled in relief.

“Are you okay? I was worried something bad happened,” I said, smiling.

“Nothing can happen to us, Princess. Sorry for not talking—been busy with Dad at the police station,” Eddie said.

“Police station? So soon?” I asked, thrilled.

“I’m here too,” Ryan said, rolling his eyes.

“Sorry, Ryan. How are you?” I asked, pouting.

“Getting better,” he sighed.

“Getting better?” I asked, confused.

“I kissed your uncle,” he said, grimacing.

“Why?” I asked.

“He captured me, but I played smart and kissed him,” Eddie said, stifling a laugh.

Ryan glared at him. “Sorry, Ryan,” I said sadly.

“It’s okay, but I’m done with this. Who knows what I’ll have to do next?” Ryan said, folding his arms.

“You’re the smartest, Ryan. Please stay involved,” Eddie said, holding his shoulders.

I nodded sadly. “Fine, I’m in for Princess, not Eddie,” Ryan said. I smiled.

“Thank you, dear,” I said happily.

“I missed you, Princess,” Eddie said, emotional.

“I missed you too,” I said shyly.

“Why not visit her at midnight for all this mushy stuff?” Ryan scoffed, making us giggle.

“I’ll visit at midnight,” Eddie said. I nodded, smiling.

Eddie’s POV

At midnight, I checked for onlookers before climbing to Princess’s window. She was asleep, covered by a duvet.

I entered quietly and sat beside her, brushing her scattered hair behind her ears. She stirred, and I pulled back.

As she stretched, she opened her eyes, smiling at me. I smiled back, gently rubbing her hands.

“Sorry, I fell asleep,” she said, sitting up, revealing she was unclothed. I smiled, staring at her lips, longing to kiss them.

She noticed. “Do it if you want, Eddie,” she said shyly.

I pulled her into my arms, kissing her deeply. Her bare breasts pressed against me as our tongues met.

Breathing heavily, she sat on my thighs, wearing only panties. She kissed me fiercely, her hands in my hair.

I felt her wet p***y against my d**k, which twitched. She moaned as it rubbed her. “Princess,” I said, stopping.

“Don’t stop, Eddie. I want this with you, not that bastard uncle,” she said, staring at my lips.

I nodded, kissing her neck to her curves. She moaned, biting her lip. I teased her n****e with my tongue, then kissed her belly and thighs.

She raised her hips, but I teased, kissing around her wet p***y. “Eddie, you’re punishing me,” she moaned, gripping the duvet.

I grinned, licking her through her panties, then removed them. Her p***y was beautiful despite her abuse. I flicked her c**t with my tongue, holding her as she swayed.

“Eddie,” she moaned, breathing hard. I licked her dry, then revealed my d**k. Shy, I saw her nod, pulling me to kiss her.

“Do it,” she whispered. I brushed my d**k against her, then entered gently. She felt tight. I thrust, feeling her tremble, driving her wild.

Uncle Joe’s POV

I paced my living room, thinking about the guy under Princess’s bed. His build seemed familiar, like someone from that boy’s house.

I needed answers. I dragged the boy to another warehouse, far from the street, tying his hands behind him.

“Uncle, what did I do?” he asked, scared.

“I’m finding out,” I said, noticing he wasn’t wearing my bracelet.

“Where’s the bracelet?” I asked, frowning.

“Sorry, I took it off to sleep and forgot to wear it,” he said, nodding.

I held up a wristwatch. “Whose is this?” His face showed shock.

“I don’t know,” he stammered. I grew suspicious.

“Do you have an older brother?” I asked, sitting before him.

“Brother? No, no,” he stammered.

“I saw a guy like you in your house,” I said.

“You’re mistaken,” he said, shaking his head.

“Don’t fool me!” I yelled, standing.

Searching him, I found his phone. It was locked. “Open it,” I ordered.

“That’s my privacy,” he protested.

“Now!” I said, showing a knife. He swallowed hard.

“My password’s complex. I need to type it. Untie me?” he asked, showing his hands.

“Fine,” I sighed, freeing his hands and handing him the phone.

“Be fast,” I yelled. Suddenly, he hit my torso and ran for the exit.

“Ryan!” I groaned, in pain. I hadn’t drugged him, a mistake.

I struggled to stand, chasing him. He was just a kid; I’d catch him.

Ryan’s POV

I ran as fast as I could. Opening my phone would’ve revealed Eddie and me on my wallpaper, or worse, my call history.

I knew the route and dialed Eddie, panting. He answered instantly.

“Eddie, I was captured by Uncle Joe, but I escaped,” I said, running.

“What? Where was Dad?”

“I was waiting outside, but he got me first,” I said, still running.

“Where are you?”

“Royal Palace,” I said, looking around.

“That’s close. Hide somewhere safe. I’m coming with Dad,” he said.

“Hurry, I hit his torso,” I said.

“I’ll be there,” he said, hanging up.

I ran, seeing Joe closing in. I increased my pace, feeling weak. “Eddie, please come,” I prayed.

At a turn, I hid behind a building’s wall, covering my mouth to stay silent. My heart pounded as Joe’s footsteps neared.

He wasn’t running, just searching. His shadow approached. “God, I don’t want to die,” I prayed, sweating.

He stopped, looking around. As he turned away, my phone rang. I switched it off, but his shadow turned back.