“Come here, traitor.” His eyes are mocking as he motions for me to follow him.

“You like that they hate me, don’t you?” I ask him, a smile on my lips. We’ve been watching the news almost obsessively ever since we left Andrew’s office. All the reporters can talk about is the investigation into my treason.

Julian must have leaked it to the press, and even though it’s just a symbolic investigation and nothing will come of it, people are really angry. They’re letting citizens call in all the time, and although I can’t understand it all, I can hear the tone of their voices.

Polovia hates me, and I can’t blame them. They’re being told that a foreigner just married into their royal family, and she’s a traitor.

I’m afraid they’ll never forget this. Even when they find out that I’m not a traitor, they’re always going to have this in their minds. I almost think that Nolan is better off without me at this point.

But I still can’t resist him. I follow him back into the bedroom where he motions for me to sit down on the bed.

“I have a surprise for my princess,” he says to me.

I cock my head at him, a smile on my lips. “Now what did I do to deserve a present?”

He smirks at me. “You know what you did, traitor.” He presses me back, flat against the bed. I think he’s going to kiss me, but he doesn’t.

Instead, he takes one of my wrists and lifts it up above my head. He wraps something around it, and by the time I figure out what he’s doing, it’s too late.

He ties my right wrist to the headboard. It’s tight, but not too tight. I can feel my fingers, but I can’t get free.

“Nolan,” I say, eyes a little wide.

He grins and walks around the bed. He takes my other wrist and ties that to the other side of the bed.

My arms are spread and I’m completely unable to get away. I struggle a little bit, testing my bonds, but they’re expertly tied and I can’t slip out.

“Is this my surprise?” I ask him.

“This is your punishment.” He slowly unbuckles his belt and I watch him, head turned to one side. He slides his pants off and I can see his enormous hard cock straining against his boxer briefs.

“What are you going to do to me?” I ask him.

“Only what you want me to do.” He walks to the bottom of the bed and slowly slides my shorts up off my ass. He pulls my panties down and I cross my legs, feeling so exposed. I’ve never been tied up before, much less tied up without any clothes on.

“Are you pretending to be shy?” he asks, forcing my legs open. “I know you’re not.” He dips his fingers forward and slowly sides them along my slit.

“I’ve never been tied up before,” I admit to him. “I’m a little nervous.” And my heart is pounding so hard I can barely breathe.

“But you’re dripping wet.” He brings his fingers to his lips and licks them. “You’re nervous, but you’re excited.” He moves back again, making me take a sharp breath, and walks to the side of the bed. He gets down on his knees and looks at me.

“Do you think I’d hurt you, princess?” he asks.

“No,” I whisper.

“So why are you afraid?”

“I’m… excited,” I admit, feeling embarrassed.

He smirks and gently kisses my lips. “I know you are.” He stands up and pulls his boxer briefs off, revealing his thick, hard cock. He grips it in one fist and slowly strokes himself. “But you still have to be punished.”

“How are you going to punish me?”

He steps forward and grabs my hair, pulling my head back. He presses the tip of his cock against my lips until it slides into my mouth. I gag as he presses it deep down my throat.

“Fuck, girl,” he grunts. “This is your punishment.”

He slowly slides his cock back out and in, fucking my mouth. He controls my head by my hair and he fucks me like that, sliding his cock into my throat until I gag and pulling it back out, all the while grunting with pleasure.

He presses himself down my throat then reaches down between my legs. He keeps himself in my mouth as he starts to tease my clit. I roll my tongue around him as pleasure floods through my body.

I’ve never been treated this way before, like I’m some fuck object for him to play with. I fucking love it, and I love how forceful he’s being with his cock in my throat. It turns me on that he tied me up, and it drives me crazy that he’s taking advantage of it.

“I can do whatever I want to you right now,” he says, his cock still buried down my throat. “Are you going to let me have every inch of you?”

I nod my head, tears in my eyes. He pulls himself out of my mouth and I gasp. “You dirty asshole,” I say to him.

He laughs and presses his cock in my mouth. “If you can’t say anything nice, just shut up and suck my dick,” he says.

I moan as his fingers continue to tease my clit. I start to suck him, bobbing my head the best I can. It’s sloppy and dirty but he’s groaning and pleasure floods through me, unrelenting and incredible.

He pulls his cock back out and climbs on top of me. He pushes my shirt and bra up over my breasts and teases them with his mouth and lips. I moan as he slowly slides down my body and forces my legs wide open.

I watch him as he teases my pussy with his big cock, a smirk on his face. “I want to fill this pussy up, but I don’t think you deserve it,” he says. “Tell me how badly you want it. Convince me to fuck you.”

He presses two fingers inside of me instead and I moan. “Nolan,” I gasp. “I need to feel you, god, you feel so good. I need that big dick inside of me.”

“Keep going,” he says, stroking himself while he fucks me with his fingers.

“I love having you fuck my pussy, ripping me to pieces. I love when you slap my ass and pull my hair and take me like the man you are. God damn, Nolan, please, I need it so badly I can barely breathe.”

He grabs my hips and thrusts himself inside my pussy, making me gasp as pleasure and pain mingle inside me. He forces every inch of himself deep inside of me, and I’m so wet that I easily take him, despite his enormous size. He buries himself in my pussy and I gasp and moan as he slowly slides back out and starts to thrust into me.

“You dirty fucking traitor,” he says, starting to fuck me faster. It feels so good, made even more intense by the ropes that bind my wrists. “I want to fuck this traitor pussy, make you come like the dirty whore you are.”

“Please,” I moan. “I’m a traitor. I’m a whore. I deserve it.”

“That’s right, you do,” he says, roughly teasing my breasts as he starts to fuck me harder. I love the way his skin slaps against mine as his cock rails into my pussy. “You’re a filthy fucking traitor, and now you’re going to take my cock and admit to your crimes.”

I gasp and moan, moving my hips to his rhythm as he fucks me. He tears into my pussy, not holding back at all. It’s rough and not tender, but I love it. I love this little game. He reaches up and grabs my hair.

“Tell me what you’ve done,” he says. “Admit to your crimes.”

“I seduced the prince,” I moan. “I’m a dirty whore. I walked in on him changing because I wanted to see his big cock. And then I let him fuck me. I want his baby inside of me. I want to taste his come and swallow every drop of it.”

That practically makes him roar as he slams into me harder. “More, you filthy traitor whore. I want more, you dirty fucking girl.”

“I suck his big cock down on my knees and I let him come on my face because I’m so filthy. I can’t help it, he’s so fucking handsome, and it feels so good when the prince fucks my tight little pussy. God, I want to come so badly, Nolan,” I moan, eyes practically rolled back in my head.

“Come for me, Hazel,” he grunts, cock slamming into me. “Come for your prince.”

I gasp, hands curled around the rope, as the orgasm rips through my body. He doesn’t relent, he just keeps fucking me rough and deep, slamming into my tight pussy, ripping me to pieces. My whole body comes in spasms and twitches.

And as my orgasm finishes, he pulls his cock out from my pussy. In big, thick spurts, he comes all over my stomach and chest, covering my shirt and bra, ruining them, but he doesn’t care. He strokes himself in big, thick strokes as he comes all over me, covering me in his hot, sticky cum

When he finishes, he unties me and collapses next to me. I laugh and kiss him and he gets me a towel to clean up with. When I’m done, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me close.

He kisses me slow and doesn’t say a word, and I don’t need him to. I just want to stay in his arms forever. I’ll be whatever he wants me to be, a dirty whore if he wants, or a good princess if he wants. I’ll do what he asks, and I’ll make him happy, just as long as he keeps making me feel good, too.

After a couple of minutes, my phone starts to buzz. He grins down at me. “Go ahead, grab it.”

I shake my head. “I don’t want to.”

“Could be important. Check it.”

I sigh and grab my phone. It’s a video from a number that I don’t recognize. I open the message and it takes me a second to realize what it is.

“Nolan,” I say seriously. “Look at this.”

He slides up next to me and looks over my shoulder. “Is that what I think it is?”

I slowly nod and hit play. In the video, Renee smiles into the camera, takes a deep breath, and starts to tell us everything.