Chapter 3

She couldn’t keep him waiting. He called her, and he just told her to come in. That sealed the deal. She opened the door and stepped inside. She found him waiting for her right next to the door. The moment she entered the room, he slammed the door behind her and locked it.

Veronica jumped in surprise and whirled around to face him. He regarded her with sharp eyes. “You’re a very obedient servant, Veronica. You came without delay. I like that in a woman.”

She gasped for breath, and her hand flew to her heart. “You startled me.”

He took a step toward her. “I’m ready for you now. I’ve had something to eat and drink, thanks to you. Thank you again for bringing my lunch up to me. I want you to know I noticed your service, and I appreciate it.”

Her eyes riveted to his face. What did he expect? Should she curtsy to him or something? Should she get down on her knees and say, “I live to serve you”?

He smacked her for speaking out of turn before, and she couldn’t get her voice to work, so in the end, she didn’t say anything.

“Are you ready to serve me, Veronica? Are you ready to receive my orders?”

She lowered her eyes. She couldn’t speak above a whisper. “Yes, sir.”

The color mounted to his cheeks when she said it. “Good girl. Now take your clothes off.”

Her eyes popped open. Take her clothes off? She couldn’t! Let him touch her and talk dirty to her—maybe. Take her clothes off? Why did she say she would comply with his orders? What did she think he would tell her to do?

Her hands shook when she tried to unbutton her shirt. He watched with a curious expression on his face. “What’s the matter, Veronica?”

She tried to say something, but she choked instead. She fumbled with her buttons. One by one, she got them undone and cast her shirt aside on the floor. She had to stand there panting before she mustered the courage to unzip her skirt.

She seethed in fevered torment under his exacting gaze. He viewed her body with a critical eye. Her breasts heaved inside her bra, and her pussy moistened her panties. “What are you waiting for, Veronica? I told you to take your clothes off.”

“Yes, sir.” She still couldn’t bring herself to lift her arms. She couldn’t take her bra and panties off with him staring at her like that. Maybe she couldn’t take them off at all. Maybe this was all a colossal mistake.

The intrigued smile evaporated from his face. He glared at her with cruel hostility. “I gave you an order, Veronica. Don’t tell me you’re going to stand there and defy me when I just praised you for being obedient. That’s not what you have in mind, is it, Veronica?”

“No, sir,” she peeped.

He crossed his arms over his chest and pursed his lips. “All right, Veronica. I can see you’re not used to this sort of thing, so I’ll make it easier for you.”

He grabbed her by the arm and jerked her around hard. She yelped in pain, and he almost yanked her off her feet. He dragged her over to the bed. He held her arm in one vise-like fist. With the other hand, he tore her bra and panties off with such ferocity that she screamed in startled terror.

There she stood in all her naked glory, but now, she didn’t have the luxury of displaying herself to him with the dignity of doing it by choice. She was disgraced. She was nothing to him.

He flung her down on her back on the bed. She scrambled to sit up. She curled up in a ball to hide her body. He strode across the room with his arms flexed. He balled his hands into fists, and when he turned around to face her, raging fury blazed across his face.

He bared his teeth at her, and his shoulders swelled to twice their normal size. He loomed over her, gigantic, volcanic, dominant.

Veronica whimpered under her breath. She stared at him in terror. What kind of monster was this, that she gave herself over to him of her own free will? She had to get out of that cabin at all costs, but he blocked the door.

She couldn’t exactly run down the companionway stark naked, could she, for all the staff to see? Maybe they would be busy and wouldn’t see her run by. She could get back to her quarters, put on some other clothes, and get off the ship before he caught her. She couldn’t get past him, though. That was the problem.

His breath grated through his bared teeth. “I gave you an order, Veronica, and you deliberately disobeyed me. I’ll have to punish you now, but I guess that’s what you wanted all along. I’ll have to teach you your place. Turn over.”

She couldn’t breathe. Her palms sweated, and cold chills ran up and down her legs. Punish her? That quiver of excitement she remembered when he smacked her ass tingled up her thighs. If only he would touch her, she could bear anything else.

“I said turn over, Veronica.” His voice cut the air.

She sat there stupefied. She couldn’t move. He shook his head with a sigh. His hair stuck in the sweat on his forehead. His eyes bored into her soul.

He grabbed his belt buckle and started unbuckling it. “Is this what you want? Is this what you’re asking for, you willful little thing? You want me to punish you? Have you been a bad girl? Did you touch yourself after I bent you over this morning? Is that why you want to be punished?”

“No, sir. I didn’t touch myself.”

He yanked the belt tongue out of the buckle. “Why did you disobey me? Are you a horny little vixen? Did you want me to fuck you this morning?”

She opened her mouth to say something, but a moan escaped her instead.

“Never mind, Veronica. It doesn’t matter why you did it. Turn around now.”

She turned around and knelt on the bed. She put her hands down on the bed, but that was too close to making herself an animal for him. She sat on her ankles and waited.

The belt zipped through his pant loops. He whipped it through the air and slapped it on his palm. He strode back and forth across the cabin with his head lowered between his shoulders. He glared at her from behind with the doubled-up belt dangling in one hand.

Faster than thought, he darted forward and snatched one of her ankles out from under her. With unimaginable strength, he jerked her legs back and knocked her forward on the bed. Her face hit the quilt and the downy softness stifled her frightened cry.

He dragged her back to the edge of the mattress and tossed her legs over the side. She clawed at the quilt for a handhold to stabilize herself, but he moved faster. He stepped back and swung his belt. It thudded down across her ass and left a wicked stripe.

Veronica screeched to high heaven, and fought to right herself. Every time she started get a purchase on that quilt, he knocked her flat with his belt. He swung it back and forth like a tennis player, leaving red stripes running up and down both cheeks.

Veronica screamed at the top of her lungs, but he paid no attention. He growled at her through clenched jaws. “Bad girl! You bad girl! I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. Oh, you steaming little slut. Is that what you want? Who’s your master? Huh? Can you feel that?”

She couldn’t feel a thing. She could only scream.

He brought the belt back the other way with a resounding thwack! He raised his voice to a roar. “I asked you a question, Veronica. You better learn to answer when I speak to you, or you'll really start to make me mad. I said can you feel that?” Thwack!

She screamed, “Yes, sir!” She would say anything, do anything, be anything. She gave herself to him to be his little pleasure toy on this cruise. She couldn't go back on that now.

Thwack! Thwack! “Is your pussy wet, Veronica?” Thwack!

“Yes, sir!”

“Did you play with yourself this morning?” Thwack!

“No, sir!”

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! “Don't you dare lie to me. I saw the way you closed your eyes and backed your ass up to me when I touched you. You went back to your room and rubbed that hard little clit of yours, didn't you?” Thwack! Thwack! “Didn't you?”

“No, sir! I swear it!”

His arm dropped to his side in exhaustion, and the belt hung limp. His chest and shoulders heaved with panting breathe. He glared at her rear end and listened to her sob into the bedclothes.

Veronica clenched the quilt in both white-knuckle fists. She buried her face in the bed to stifle the sobs she knew he didn't want to hear. At last that ordeal was over.

All at once, he summoned the strength to raise the belt and give her one last almighty strap across the ass. “Who's your master?”

She reared back and shrieked as much from surprise as from pain. The truth was her ass ceased hurting a long time ago. He could beat her a lot longer without inflicting any more pain on her. She sobbed and moaned and screamed as much from her own debasement as anything else. What had she become? She couldn’t do anything but what he told her to do. She couldn’t do anything but screech out, “You are.”

“I can’t hear you, Veronica. I asked you who is your master?” He lacked the strength to strike her again.

“You are! You’re my master.”

He flung the belt across the room and came up behind her. He stroked her bare rump, where the red stripes stood out crystal clear against her white skin. He grunted for every breath, and sweat dripped off his forehead.

His soft touch brought her deadened skin back to life, and her sobs changed to moans of desire. All her burning passion flared up again, and she arched her back to encourage him. “Such a sweet little ass. So, so soft and vulnerable. Did I hurt you, baby?”

“Yes, sir,” she moaned.

He fell on his knees next to the bed and laid both hands on her upturned cheeks. He purred into that verdant garden between her legs. The honeyed juice flowed from her slit and sprinkled her thighs. He whispered to it so softly she could barely hear him. “So sweet. Yes, so delicious.”

His tongue touched her raw flesh. He pushed her lips apart with his tongue and tasted the nectar on her petals. “Hmm, Veronica.”

He dove deep into her quavering tissues and drank deep from her fragrant fountain. He moaned and sighed. Veronica pushed back against his face. A cry of lusty desire wrenched from her lips. She had to have this.

The welts on her butt cheeks hurt when she pressed against him, but the pain only spurred her to fresh heights of pleasure. She ached for him in every pore. Would he bring her to her limit and then take her, here on his bed, at long last? Oh, if he only would, she would die happy.

He ate her pussy in greedy mouthfuls. He tormented her clitoris with his tongue and forked her lips aside with two fingers. All at once, he plunged those two fingers to the hilt in her glory hole.

Veronica writhed in agony. She hurled herself against those fingers in a desperate bid to impale herself on them. He withdrew them in an instant and twiddled her clit while he lapped her hole with his tongue.

Out of nowhere, Veronica became aware of something cold and hard against her sore butt cheek. Something chilled her between her cheeks, and she froze in startled surprise. What was he doing to her now? She tried to turn around, but he forced her down on the bed.

Cold wetness spread itself up and down between her butt cheeks. A queer sensation wriggled through her guts, a sensation she never experienced before. Her pussy twitched, and her muscles stretched to grab hold of something, anything, to draw into itself. Whatever it was moving against her ass thrilled her with the same disturbing energy as the beating he just gave her.

All at once, something cold and very hard nudged into her butthole. Veronica tensed every muscle against the rude intrusion. What was this? She revolted not so much against the penetration as the sickening excitement it brought out in her. How could something so wrong elicit such powerful reactions from her? What kind of animal was she, that she could enjoy this terrible treatment?

The thing wedged in hard against her ass. Her rising cries took on a life of their own. “No! No! No! Anything but that!”

He wouldn’t stop. He shoved the thing all the way in. It was too cold and hard to be any part of his body. She could almost wish it had been. No one ever forced this abomination on her. He would rob her of her very humanity, and she had to lie there like a dog and take it. She was his servant. She said so herself.

The forceful invasion stopped, but the thing lay buried in her guts. The Prince went back to licking and fingering and eating her pussy. He hummed to himself in satisfied desire. Was he touching himself back there? If only she could see his cock exposed, she could forgive herself this monstrous experience.

Veronica cast a furtive glance behind her, but she couldn’t see anything but his face buried between her legs. He happened to come up at that moment, and he caught her looking at him. His eyes blazed.

He gave her clitoris one last playful bite that made her yelp. Then he stood up. He ran the back of his hand across his chin and licked his lips. “You’re just as delicious as I dreamed. Turn over and sit down on the bed.”