Chapter 129
“Please stop,” Emily asked with a firm tone, her face red, feeling like every woman in the dining hall might know what he was doing.
“Remove your hand from mine and continue eating,” Prince Deacon ordered her with a naughty smile on his face.
Emily does as he said and felt him gathering the skirt of her dress, pulling it up, his hands touching her pantalets and fiddling with his fingers until he felt the open-cut that lead to the open part of her pantalets until his hand touched the skin of her inner thigh.
“Please don’t do this, not here,” she pleaded as she felt his hand slip up all the way to her womanhood, touching her pubic hair, regretting it as he now sits with a full erection.
Emily could feel the tears build up in her eyes, feeling violated.
Prince Deacon watched her face, which was almost as red as the tomatoes on her plate. He was about to seek out her clitoris when he saw the first tear run down her face. He immediately retracted his hand, feeling ashamed of making her cry.
Emily continued to eat while the tears ran down her face as Prince Deacon forgot that she was compelled to listen to him and since he ordered her to finish eating, she had no choice, even though she wished she could retreat to an empty room. With shaking fingers, she lays down her knife and fork in the position that indicated that she did not enjoy her food. It was not that the food was not good, but once done; she did not even remember that she had roast chicken, baked potatoes, cinnamon-sprinkled pumpkin, and a mixed salad.
A footman came by and removed their plates, Prince Deaocn’s plate almost untouched. “Should I ask the chef to prepare you something else?”
“No need,” Prince Deacon said, waving his hand in the air at another footman standing nearby with a bottle of wine in his hands.
The footman started to pour some wine into Prince Deacon’s glass and when he wanted to pour wine into Emily’s glass, she politely declined, wondering if Prince Deacon will force her to drink wine. ‘Perhaps he wants me drunk so that he can have his way with me,’ she thought to herself, waiting for him to object.
Emily sat quietly, waiting for Prince Deacon to finish his wine, which was followed by another glass. Prince Deacon was just killing time, waiting for his erection to settle down so that they can leave the dining hall.
After dinner, Prince Deacon poured a bath for Emily and left the bathroom after helping her take off her dress but leaving her in her undergarments as he really could not handle seeing her naked as he feared he might just do something to her that he will regret later.
Prince Deacon heared a soft knock on the door.
“Come in,” he said.
“Good evening. I am just checking if Princess Emily needed any assistance getting ready for bed?” Madie asked, looking around.
“She is fine, but you can please make the bed that was brought in for her,” Prince Deacon said, pointing at the four-poster bed.
“You will not share your bed with her?” Madie asked, pleased as she walked over to make the second bed.
“Not until we are married,” Prince Deacon said.
“Since when do you care to be married before stripping a lady of her dignity?” Madie asked, smiling, referring to herself.
“Since my bride-to-be is stubborn,” Prince Deacon said, his eyes on the swell of Madie’s full breast.
“I am not stubborn and available whenever you might be fed up with your stubborn bride-to-be,” Madie said, tracing her finger across her cleavage.
Prince Deacon can feel his manhood stirring and shift uncomfortably in his chair.
Madie walked over to him and lifted her dress before sitting on top of him. Prince Deacon put his face to her breast and wrapped his arms around her waist.
Madie brought his face up to her lips and, after kissing her, Prince Duncan stopped her. “I can’t.”
Emily walked out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around her. “I need a nightgown.”
Emily was stunt at the scene in front of her. “Please continue. Don’t stop on my behalf.”
Prince Deacon took Madie by her waist and lifted her to her feet. “Go get her a nightgown.”
Blushing, Madie left to get Emily a nightgown.
Emily and Prince Deacon did not say a word while they waited for the nightdress.
Madie returned with a nightgown. “Here you go.”
Emily dropped her towel, making Prince Deacon gasp, feeling himself growing into his full size.
“On second thought, please get me an easy-fit dress in my closet, the deep blue one,” Emily requested.
After putting the dress over her nightgown with the help of Madie, Emily looked at Madie. “You should stay. I am going to visit the castle library for a while.”
Emily was about to leave with her hand on the doorknob.
“Where are you going?” Prince Deacon asked.
“I am giving you your privacy, or would you prefer me to watch?” Emily asked sarcastically.
Prince Deacon was so shocked by her words that it made him angry. ‘What does she think of me?’ he thought as he walked over to the door and shuted, it grabbing her by her wrists and walking her violently over to his chair. “Sit!”
Prince Deacon winged the chair around to face his bed, frightening Emily. Prince Deacon could feel her fear, but he ignoresd it.
Prince Deacon grabbed Madie and pulled her to stand in front of Emily before undoing her dress.
'He seems better at removing a lady's dress than some ladies-in-waiting,' Emily thought as she watched his hands swiftly undoing Madie's dress, slipping it over her head and dropping it to the side before shifting Madie's face to the side, kissing her in her neck, his eyes on Emily.
While kissing Madie in the neck, he turned her so that her front faced Emily while he stood behind her, his mouth in her neck, his hands undoing her undergarments, his eyes on Emily.
Madie’s undergarments landed on the floor and Prince Deacon turned her to the side, standing in front of her so that Emily could see the both of them. Prince Deacon wanted to make sure Emily saw exactly what he intends to do with her on their wedding night.
Emily forced herself to look at them, not willing to give Prince Deacon the satisfaction of defeating her.
Prince Deacon supported Madie’s back and put his mouth on her breast. Her back arched, but Madie trusted him to support her, his strength turning her on even more. Madie moaned, her hands in his hair. Emily does not know why, but she felt a hint of jealousy in her, finding herself wishing she were Madie.
Prince Deacon walked Madie to the bed and positioned her to lie with her head hanging down, facing Emily, her womanhood away. Prince Deacon deliberately laid her out like this, as he wanted to watch Emily while he had sex with Madie. Madie kept her eyes close, pretending Emily was not watching them.
With his eyes on Emily, he spread Madie’s legs open, making Emily wonder if he was really going to have sex with her.
Emily looked away, but Prince Deacon demanded her eyes back. “Keep your eyes on us, Emily.”
Emily, unwilling and defeated, looked at Prince Deacon, her cheeks flushed.
Prince Deacon wondered why she was flushed. ‘Is she turned on?’
Prince Deacon was planning to finish Madie off, making her scream in pleasure, but he knew that the only woman he wanted to please was his stubborn bride-to-be.
Prince Deacon forced his attention to Madie, spread open, ready for the taking. Prince Deacon took his shirt off, Emily's eyes on him.
'I wonder how it will feel to touch his chest?' Emily thought, biting her lip.
Prince Deacon noticed Emily and wondered what she was thinking. Because he took too long, Madie opened her eyes to see what was going on. Madie noticed that he took his shirt off and she sits up and undone his pants, revealing his manhood. A little gasp left Emily.
Prince Deacon smiled at her, satisfied with Emily's reaction. Emily wished she could look away.
Madie got up and pulled Prince Deacon to lie down. In full view of Emily, Madie slipped her mouth around his manhood. Prince Deacon looked at Emily and wondered if she knew what Madie was doing.
Prince Deacon looked at Emily's lips and realized that he wanted her lips on him.
"Get out," Prince Deacon said to Madie. Madie stopped and looked at him. "Why?"
"Because he says so," Emily said, picking Madie's clothes up and throwing them at her.
