The Slave of Wrath's Heart

Chapter 6

She awoke in the bedchamber realizing it was mid-morning as the room was full of light.  She was wrapped in a fur blanket.  She inspected the edge of it that was by her face.  Someone had covered her up during the night.  It could have only been the prince.

She sat up and looked around.  Only the two servants were in the room.  Kiera got up and turned around to grab the blanket to fold it back and put it on the bed where it came from.  When she grabbed it, she noticed that her chain wasn’t all the way under the bedframe.  With a good tug she might be able to free it.

The door opening caused her to flip around.  Eyes down she stood as the prince walked in.  He went over to his desk to look over more papers.  After a while he got up and brought a goblet of water over and handed it to Kiera.  She drank it all and handed it back without making eye contact.

By the sounds coming from behind her she guessed the prince was changing his clothes and putting different boots on.  Once he was done dressing, he walked to the servants and stopped.

“Watch her until I return,” he ordered with deep authority.

“Yes, Your Highness,” the two servants said in unison.

“And you, if you try to escape then it will be Lord Tydwin guarding you,” Prince Rafael glanced back at Kiera but she kept her head down.  And with that, he left.

Kiera stood there folding the blanket and pretending to straighten the other blanket on the bed as to not draw attention.  The two servants started up a quiet conversation of their own and did not notice Kiera as she pulled at her chain.

She had not forgotten what she heard from Rafael and Tydwin’s conversation yesterday, she heard the words, especially the words, ‘Dungeon’ and ‘Tomorrow’ and she needed to get out of here now that it was ‘tomorrow!’ 

“Hey! Stop that!”  shouted one of the servants as she yanked on the chain.

They quickly approached her but not in enough time.  Kiera yanked again on the chain and it coursed through the air with considerable force, striking one of the servants on the forehead.  

The man fell down as he put his hand to the gash in his head.  The other servant stared at her; a bit afraid at this point.  He stepped near the other servant to check him, not knowing what to do.

“Stop her!” the one said from the ground.

Kiera rushed to the door and out into the hallway.  She sprinted down several hallways until she found a column to hide behind.  She gathered her breath and looked around.  It did not seem that anyone was chasing her.

She wandered the halls from corner to corner.  She searched for a stairway until she finally found one.  It was a narrow spiral that led down but she didn’t know how far down.  Frantic, she started down it anyway.  She knew at any second the prince could return to his room and find her missing.  He could order all of the guards to hunt her down.

Speaking of guards, there was footsteps and clanging of metal above Kiera.  Someone else was coming down the stairwell.  It sounded like more than just one someone.  Kiera quickened her pace down the steps.  At the bottom was an open doorway.  She bolted through it and turned down a dark hall looking for a window or any way to the outside.  Out of breath, she kept running until something reached out and grabbed her, pulling her into an alcove of a doorway.

Kiera kicked and thrashed her hands as the person flipped her around and pinned her front up against a stone wall.  She hadn’t seen who grabbed her for it was too dark but when the person spun her around, she became terrified.  It felt familiar. 

“Enough!” a gruff voice shouted in her ear.

It was the prince and she could tell he was pissed.  Her heart was beating out of control.  She was caught.  The prince took her left hand and grabbed the front of her neck in a choke hold.

“All you had to do was stay put,” Rafael growled to Kiera.

Kiera struggled as much as she could against him.  He pressed her back into the wall with his body.  The bulge was back.  Choking, unable to breath, she wiggled her butt against his hardening package.  This time the prince grinded on her in return.

“Is that what you want?” he breathed into her ear, “You want to be punished?”

He released his hold on her and grabbed the end of her chain.  He jerked it hard that she almost lost her balance while trying to get her legs to follow behind the prince.

He led her straight back to his bedchamber.  The two servants opened the door to let him in.  One of them had a piece of linen wrapped around his head for a bandage.  He gave Kiera a nasty look as she walked by him. 

“Your Highness, I---” the other servant stuttered.

“Leave us!” boomed the prince.

“B-b-but—” the servant tried to speak.

“Out!  Now!”

The prince was still walking fast as he pulled Kiera to the other end of the room, to the desk.  Shaking with fear he stood her in front of it. 

“Bend down,” Rafael ordered.

Kiera looked down at the top of the desk.  The prince threw her arms out in front of her and forced her to bend over the desk with a firm grasp on the back of her head.

“I said bend down,” Rafael shouted.

Kiera said nothing.  She knew she should have acknowledged him but her heart was beating uncontrollably.

Rafael reached down to the end of her dress and gathered it up.  He brought it up and draped it over her back, leaving Kiera’s bare bottom exposed.  Her face flushed red with embarrassment and dread at what was about to happen.  Rafael’s hand came down hard on her butt cheek. 

The sound was loud and it stung.  Rafael smacked her ass again.  Kiera winced in pain.  Then, Rafael, put his hand over the welt and rubbed it softly.  Without noticing, Kiera let out a moan at the soothing touch. 

It was short lived followed by another crack, this time on the other cheek. 

“You will not disobey me again,” he growled from behind her as his hand connected with her ass again.

Kiera whimpered.

“Say it!” Rafael ordered sharply with another smack.

Both of Kiera’s cheeks had raised welts forming from Rafael’s hand.  Her stubbornness was prolonging the punishment.

“Smack!”

“Yes, Your Highness,” she relented.

Rafael brought his hand down between Kiera’s legs.  He drew his fingers along the outside of her lips of cunt and as he suspected she was dripping with arousal.

“Seems you enjoy being punished,” Rafael whispered leaning in her ear. 

He pulled her dress back down over her and walked away.

Kiera stayed there for a brief second collecting her thoughts.  Her butt hurt but she also felt a desire building as Rafael spanked her.  She had trouble believing but Rafael was right, she liked it and now, she craved even more.