TW: S/A
Violette POV
“You've filled out considerably.” Richard moaned as he ran his fingers over my cleavage.
“She does have a nice bust, doesn't she Sarah?” One of the women asked. I was completely dumbfounded.. how could any woman stand by and watch as another woman is treated as such? Yes, I may be a slave.. but I’m also a princess.
“I guess she does.” Queen Sarah didn't sound pleased with me at all.
“I mean just look at them.” he untied the string in my bust and pushed off the straps. I held the dress above my waist with my hands, hoping it wouldn't get that far. I looked the King dead in the eyes as King Richard turned me around and pushed my chest to the table and pressed his hard member against my bottom.
I clenched my eyes as he pushed up my dress. The feeling of his cold
