Diamond’s Domain

Crown Prince Problems

Crown Prince Amedeo (POV)

Finally I am able to take the Crown. Dad has used every delay he could. I just have to pick a Queen. I know legend says I have a fated mate, however I have no intention on waiting. I will find a willing Queen and have my mistresses. I told Dad about plan and he kept going on about the prophecy, seriously Dad get with the modern times.

When I turned fourteen, I told Granddad about what Dad said. Granddad said don’t listen to that paranoid little prick. They are polar opposites. Mom says that Uncle is more like Granddad. I would not know, Dad banished his brother when I was two years old. The ancestors told him of the prophecy and Dad cleaned house. He threw anyone who even looked sideways out of the Palace.

I love it when Granddad comes to visit, it’s the only freedom I get.

A light knock, pulled me out of my musings.

“Just a minute” I called out from the bathroom. I guess Carmella chose to ignore my direction, when I opened the door she was stretched out on my bed.

I said wait I would be there in a minute. (I am trying to hold in my anger I don’t want to release my aura)

Oh, be serious Amedeo, it’s me. I knew you were getting ready. I came to say Happy Birthday, I cannot believe I was banned from your party.

She pouted at me. It’s not like I had any say in who was allowed on Palace grounds and who was not allowed. I definitely would have preferred to have Carmella at my birthday, than that mousy little Hatte. Her parents serve me well. Her father helps me sneak out every once in a while being head of my security. Her mother is the best at being discreet, she knows what happens in my room and bathroom, she says nothing and takes care of cleaning up my suite; personally even though she has a staff of over twenty maids to clean my quarters.

I heard Carmella start to crawl on her knees towards the end of the bed. I turned around to look directly at her, I am getting ready for an event Carmella.

She whined and pouted but I haven’t given my Prince his birthday present. The prophecy states I must be a virgin, for my “fated” mate. Thanks to Granddad, I found ways around that particular problem. Carmella is one of my favorite distractions.

She is barely wearing anything, I remember when I bought that specific teddy. I really liked that I could see everything and the booster under breast let me see all of her voluptuous globes.

I drop my towel and stalk slowly towards Carmella. Just what sort of present do you have for your Prince? You are not even kneeling at my feet. Why should I give you an audience?

Carmella and I have done this particular game many times before. She immediately jumped off of the bed and knelt down, placing her beautiful full wet lips right in line with my very hard member.

She bowed, lowering her eyes, and ask “Please forgive me my Prince, how can I make up for my lapse?”

Oh, I can think of several punishments, but which one should I give her this time? I stepped back and squatted down to her eye level. I grab her chin and pulled her face up to look at me. Her smile told me she knew what her punishment would be today.

I slipped my hand underneath the spaghetti straps on her shoulders. Tsk tsk these are unnecessary, would you not agree Carmella?

“Completely agree My Prince.”

Such a waste they do not even hold anything. I think we should get rid of other unnecessary and useless items, do you agree?

“Yes my Prince “

I slowly and expertly unwrap my birthday present. I know every single inch of this beautiful toy in front of me. I have been playing with this particular toy for four years. She was one of the first of many “gifts” from my dear Granddad.

Good! Now shall we get started with your punishment.

“My Prince, what should I do?”

Oh I think you will figure something out. I started lightly rubbing circles around the perky n*****s I am very well acquainted with. I make her suck my fingers and get them nice and wet. I went back to playing with her perky n*****s, harder, pinching, faster, getting ready to lick them, that’s when the weirdest thing ever happen.

I heard a voice in my head. He was commanding and cross, worse than my father had ever been, and Dad can bring the whole Domain to their knees with one snarl. This voice bellowed in my head.. YOU ARE NOT WORTHY. You call yourself a Crown Prince. You are no better than a commoner on the streets. Why should you be trusted with my PRECIOUS?

Oh, I get it now I have had the strangest conversations with Onyx my beast, about someone he calls Precious. Onyx, that was not funny, I am a little busy here.

Carmella was doing what she does best, she already smeared my pre c*m all over my tip. She was sucking so hard, was about to loose and then Onyx chose that exact moment, to pull that crap. I started to throw up our barrier when he barked back at me, Amadeo, it was not me. Huh???

Who was it then, I asked Onyx. He just trembled and curled up in my head, then he through up the block himself.

Carmella whined, “My Prince, do I no longer please you?”

What? I brought myself back to the task at hand, I looked down and saw her crying. What, why in the F**k is she crying.

Oh! I realized it then, I was no longer hard, nor did I want to see any part of her.

I grabbed a shirt from my dresser and threw it at her. Put it on and get out.

She actually stood there and stared at my shirt.

Onyx bud are you talking to me yet?

He replied “I shouldn’t, what do you want?”

I told him, I want her gone now!

Fine I’ll take care of her, he growled at me. I definitely deserved it so I let him huff and puff. We will talk later we are one entity, we can not shut each other out for long.

“ I SAID GET OUT” he ordered.

Even without letting any of our aura out he shook the pictures and paintings off the wall. He even broke an ancient vase.

Carmella sniffled and put my shirt on, then she literally crawled out of my room.

I refocused. Dude Onyx, I wanted her gone not the whole Palace coming to my suite. I heard the guards running. I quickly threw on a pair of jeans. I was turning to grab a shirt when Harrison, the head of my personal guard, practically ripped my door off.

He quickly assessed the situation and turned to me and bowed his head.

He said “Your Highness are you well?”

I told him yes, I am just trying to adjust to my new powers. He knew I was lying.

He dismissed the guards, then turned to me again and quietly stated “I have Ms Carmella, does she need to be taken to dungeon?”

I waved him off and said no just make sure she and all of her family leave the Palace immediately. You know the routine.

To his credit he bowed and only said “understood my Prince.”

He replaced my door the best he could and I could hear him very quietly whisper to his second what needed to be done.

I suppose I need to get properly dressed, I expect Dad will be here momentarily. Onyx piped up, “No need, I spoke to Dreyfus”

Thank you Onyx. I was really looking forward to meeting the Rooks.

“We are good, besides Dreyfus owes me a few favors. Go ahead and dress us. I want to meet these Rooks also. I have a strange feeling about them.”

He sat back and watched as I dressed in a nicer pair of jeans, my black riding boots, and a button up silk shirt. I left all jewelry sans my watch in my drawer.

Well, since you watched, growled and grimaced, did I finally get the outfit you wanted?

Onyx to his credit rolled his eyes and said “I do not know what you mean. I am very happy in my fur.”

Yeah, ok dude, whatever you say. Oh and Onyx no aura today.

“We will see..” he snapped back me then sat on his haunches, with a weird smirk.