Once A Princess, Now A Slave

29- Caught

Kelsie's POV

"Yes, I like him!" I answered.

I immediately regretted what I said. I am expecting a confused, or even angry expression or his usual cold stares whenever I do or say something he doesn't like. But instead, his left eyebrow arched and a small upward curve appeared on his lips.

"Really?" he asked.

"Really," I replied.

I can feel him withdrawing from me. I did not mve. I looked side by side, thinking I could guess what he was about to do, since all I could see was black due to my shirt covering my eyes.

It didn't take long before I felt him above me again. I can feel his controlled weight on me. He leans forward until I can feel his breath brushing against my neck. He planted a sensual kiss on it as his lips crawled up to my jaw and up to the sides of my cheek.

"All I want is to know why the hell he was enveloped in your arms while it took me years before I can even touch the tip of your finger, but all you do is lie," he said in a low tone.

The small strands of my hair stands. I can feel the danger in his tone, and I am not liking it.

"I-I'm not lying!" I replied. My covered eyes doesn't help at all.

"Really?" he asked in the same mocking tone. I bite my lower lip. I felt his hands on top of both of my mounds."Then why is your heart pounding loudly?" he rhetorically asked.

My mind wasn't focusing on his question. All I can think about is his hands on my upper privates. The thought of my almost n***d body laid down in front of him makes me feel hot.

"Come on, Kelsie. You know I know you..." he whispered huskily.

I felt his hand running on my inner thigh until it reached my cave. Before I can react, he pulled down my panties.

"Connor..." I moaned his name when the cold breeze of the wind from his room office brushed against my womanhood. What makes me frustrated is he did not completely remove my panties. He pulled it down and let it stay on my knees!

His finger made it on my folds. My head fall back and my back arches.

"Ohh!" I moaned when he started inserting a finger. Slowly at first, until he made a rhythm.

My lips parted and formed an 'o' shape. His rhythm and pace are constant that itmade me more frustrated. I can alreadyhear the sound of my soaking womanhood as he inserted his finger in and out of me.

"P-Please, faster!" I commanded.

My hands that are tied above my head instinctively reached for his head as he used his fingers to spread my folds. In the middle of pleasuring me, he stopped.

"Ugh!" I moaned in frustration.

I felt him positioning himself above me. He caught my tied wristsand place them back above my head.

"Do not put them down," he huskily ordered.

I nod.

I once again felt his finger back to my lower privates while his face leveled into mine. He planted a long aggressive kiss while his finger found its way back into my insides.

"I'll add another finger," he says.

I nod my head, giving him a permission to do so.

"Ahhh!" I groan.

"Keep it louder. I love hearing your moans," he replied.

His words turned me on. His order isn't that hard to follow since his fingers are expertly doing their job down there.

"Ohh! Connor!" I moaned when his pace went faster and his knuckles are the only one stopping him from going deeper.

My moans gets louder. I can feel something building up inside me. After a few more thrust, I felt my legs shaking as my insides released the hot fluids of my juice.

"Good girl..." he whispered.

I feel so exhausted. I catch my breath while I let him untie my wrists and put back my brassiere. My eyes welcomed the binding light on his room. He pulled down my shirt and fixed it. He then reached for my underwear and pulled them up. I helped him by lifting my hips tout my panties back on its place.

Afterward, a long silence enveloped us. The scene earlier suddenly flashed back. I bite my lower lip and I can feel my cheeks burning.

"Sh*t!" I whispered to myself.

'That was f*cking embarrassing!'

"You moan good. I love hearing them next time," he said while grinning while I frowned at what he said.

He stands on his feet and lend an open palm in front of me. My eyes dropped on it and up to his face.

"Come on, let me help you up."

I shoot a brow up. "You just finger f*cked me. I can still stand on my own," I rolled my eyes at him.

One side of his lips rise for a smirk. he withdraw his hand and shrugged. "Okay, then. I just wanted to make sure you can still stand after having your org*sm-- Aww!" he yelped.

I aggressively stand and hit hi in his shoulder. His grin only grew wider and a soft chuckle escaped his lips.

"B*stard!" I exclaimed. He caught my wrists and pulled me closer to him. I tried to get away from him but he easily snaked his arm around my waist and jailed my body into his. My mounds are pressing against his broad chest and my arms are on my side, unable to move.

"But this b*stard made you moan," he smirked. I lifted my chin and met his eyes just to throw him a glare. "I love hearing your moans," he added.

I roll my eyes at him and avoided my gaze. He planted a long kiss on my temples and rained every inch of my face with soft kisses.

"Connor, stop!" I said. Unconsciously, I did not notice myself smiling while trying to get away from him.

Our lovey-dovey were put into a halt when suddenly, three consecutive knocks were heardon the currently closed door.

I thought whoever it was behind the door would wait until they will be told to come in because that is a f*cking basic etiquette but then, not everyone have that manner.

The door slowly opened. It revealed Garnor with a familiar figure of a woman behind him.

"Alpha, I need to talk to you-- Ohh, sorry," Garnor's eyes went wide when he realized I am in the same room.

The girl beside her, my stepsister, pushed Garnor out of the way and stepped inside the room. I calmly withdrew from Connor and faced her. Connor's hand slipped down but stayed on my waist. I notice how her gaze dropped on it and back to my face with anger in her eyes.

I raised a brow at her, ignoring her confused and angry expression. Her chest is rising up and down while her cheeks are turning red.

Firstly, she's not Connor's girlfriend. Secondly, I and Connor are both single. Therefore, there's nothing wrong with what we did, but this girl in front of me is acting like I am the sluttiest person she has met in her whole life.

"What are you doing here?" she asked in a controlled tone.

I sigh languidly. I know her. Maybe right at this moment, her insides are already burning.

"What are YOU doing here?" I asked and flashed a fake smile.

Her expression turned colder. I thought this would be long but surprisingly, it isn't.

She gritted her teeth and narrowed her eyes at me. When she withdraw her gaze and shifted to Connor, her eyes turned soft. She let out a harsh sigh before speaking.

"I'll talk to you some other time, Connor..." she pauses and darted her gaze at me. "I have something to do first," she added without removing her eyes at me.

We look each other for a couple of minutes. I thought she's willing to do an eye contest battle, not until she withdraw. She smiled at Connor before turning her back at us and exit the room.

I raised a brow. Is she jealous. I wonder what made her withdraw that fast. I shrugged.

"Uhh... may I know what you are doing here, Princess? Because as far as I remember, you were supposed to be at your test for the Guardians," Garnor confusingly asked while pointing his thumb outside the room.

"I failed that test. I am here to talk to Connor about it," I replied lazily.

I instantly regret opening my mouth when I saw Garnor's lips smiling like an i***t.

"Talk, huh. I see. Alright," he replied while nodding his head with a smirk on his face. I saw how he looked meaningfully to Connor as his grin grew wider.

Connor shake his head and coldly looked at his friend.

"What brought you here?" he asked formally.

"Your father wants to talk to you," he said.

I immediately straighten my back and remove Connor's hand from me.

"He can just mind link me," Connor shrugged. He turns his back and went to his desk. I watch him sit languidly on his swivel chair as he looked straight at Garnor.

Garnor's smirk grew wider. "He told me your thoughts were full and he didn't want to interrupt you at whatever you were doing."

My brows furrowed, confused on what Garnor is saying. When I look at Connor, he just calmly answered him.

"Alright. I'll talk to him. Thank you."

"Okay, I'll go now." Garnor throw a glance at me and back to Connor. "You can now continue what you were doing, Alpha," he said in a mocking tone before shutting the door between us.

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Unedited. English is not my first language. My apologies for the grammar, sentence construction, and wrong spelling.

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Once A Princess, Now A Slave

By: Joanne Cristel

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