Scarlett tensed as she entered the ballroom at Sir’s side. Many of the royals had chosen to stay for the ball and the room was full to bursting. Tables had been arranged along the walls of the room and people were rushing to grab the remaining seats near the Queen. Sir guided her through the room, pulling her leash as he led her through the crowd.
“Prince Cade,” one of the men from before was suddenly directly in front of Sir. “I would be greatly honored if you and your submissive joined my group for conversation.”
“Prince Maxwell,” Sir said. “I would be glad to join you but unfortunately I already promised my cousin that I would sit with her.”
“She can join us as well. We would be honored to have both the Crown Prince and the esteemed Duchess at our table” The man paused as he looked between Scarlett and Sir. “I’ll admit: my group is very interested in seeing how she performs. Now that she can perform for you, that is.”
Scarlett saw Sir glance back t her and his shoulders tensed for a second. He nodded his head towards the man. The grin that slashed across the man’s face took Scarlett by surprise. She didn’t realize she had stepped back until Sir tightened her collar and pulled her closer to him. The man’s grin only grew in size at the action.
Scarlett cursed herself when she saw the vicious glee in his smile. She knew that she had to perform well today. Sir and the Queen had made it clear that this was a test for her, to see how she would hold up under scrutiny. Her latest letter from her Uncle, bragging about her cousins, only strengthened her resolve to stay here.
“Come,” Sir said as he began to follow the other man. A group of people were crowded around a table, a couple of empty seats left in the middle of the group. Sir sat down in one of the empty seats and Scarlett kneeled on the floor between his legs. She was under the table at this point, only able to properly see Sir and the feet of the other guests. Sir patted his thigh and she leaned forward to rest her head where he indicated. She could feel Sir’s bulge just barely brushing the top of her head where it rested.
“What services does she provide you?” One of the women leered at Sir as she spoke. Scarlett did not see another submissive on the ground, so she assumed that the other woman was by herself. When the woman peeked over the table to see Sir’s hand coiled around Scarlett’s leash, a flash of something went through her eyes. She retreated back to her seat quickly after that.
“Many services. Typically she serves my food, but she will also warm me if I request it. I prefer her mouth currently, it allows for me to continue my work without having to work around another body.” Heat raced up Scarlett’s face as she heard the way Sir was talking about her. His voice was flat, disinterested. It sounded just the same as if he was discussing the weather at dinner. “You know how it is.”
“Sure,” Prince Maxwell responded. “I prefer Rena bouncing on my cock. Feels amazing.” the man was slouched back in his seat, his bulge prominent as he spoke. “Once she gets back from the washroom, I plan on having her service me again.”
“Makes sense,” Sir’s cousin said as she walked over to the group. Her submissive was following closely. “You’ve got no papers to work on. Those of us who actually have to work understand how difficult that is to do when someone is sitting on your lap.”
Red bloomed on the man’s face and Scarlett watched his hands tense against the side of his seat. Scarlett felt Sir’s thigh tense as he watched the other man. He looked prepared to push himself up when his submissive came flouncing over to the group. She immediately perched herself on his lap, grounding him in the seat. The tenseness left Sir’s thigh as Prince Maxwell wrapped his arms around the woman’s waist and pulled her close.
“Do you intend to have her service you today?” Scarlett tilted her head against Sir’s thigh to watch him. His head turned towards one of the other people at the table and he smiled lightly.
“I am considering it. I’ve been a bit stressed lately and I could use some comfort.” Scarlett resisted the urge to move when Sir spoke. She tried to focus on the floor rather than the heat that was spreading across her body. The hardwood floor was cold against her knees and she regretted that there wasn’t a cushion nearby. She had become used to having something to go under her knees to lessen the pain of kneeling. Her dress today was too short to provide any real comfort.
“You - ah - mentioned that during lunch,” Maxwell moaned. Scarlett’s eyes went wide when she glanced over at the man. She couldn’t see his face from her position under the table, but it gave her a great view of something else. At some point he had managed to free his member and he currently had his submissive sheathed on it.
“I did. Now is as good a time as any, I guess.” Scarlett shifted away from Sir’s thighs when he tapped her lightly on her head. He shifted slightly, pulling his shirt up in order to get direct access to the fly of his pants. He fished out his cock, a long silicone cock that Sir had worked with Scarlett on over the past week. By the end of the week she had been able to take most of the cock down her throat with no help.
“How does she serve you when you ain’t got a cock?” Scarlett did not move from her position when a voice boomed from above the table.
“I’ve got a cock. I’ve got many of them actually.” Scarlett leaned forward unintentionally. She was sure that Sir could feel her breath against his fingers as he held his cock.
“Yeah, but that ain’t the same as having a real one. You can’t feel anything.”
“I assure you, I can feel the pleasure that she gives me. And, unlike some, I know how to last when my submissive has my cock down her throat.” Laughter erupted from above the table, but Scarlett paid it no mind. Sir moved his hand away from his cock and tucked it around Scarlett’s neck. He pressed against the back of her neck, pulling her closer until she could feel the toy against her lips.
“I-”
“Serve me,” Sir commanded, cutting off the other man. Scarlett didn’t hesitate as she leaned forward and took the head of Sir’s cock into her mouth. Sir wrapped her hair around his fingers as she proceeded to suckle on the tip of his cock. “You can have some fun, but I want the entire thing down your throat soon.”
Scarlett moaned lightly around Sir’s cock as she allowed more to slip past her lips. A gag slipped through her lips when the cock slipped too far, too quickly. She pulled her head back slightly, bobbing forward in the next moment to make it seem intentional. She couldn’t look up while serving Sir like this, but she could feel the heat of other people’s gazes on her. She was sure that her and Sir were the main attraction at the table currently.
“Good girl,” Sir moaned out as he tangled a hand in her hair. His nails scratched against the top of her scalp and she moaned around the cock in her mouth, her moan louder than it would have been had they not been the center of attention. She could hear feet shuffling around as people moved closer, could feel the way Sir tensed under her touch. She ran her hand up his thighs, tucking her hands under his legs to pull him further down her throat.
“And here I thought you weren’t having her serve you because she couldn’t.” Scarlett tensed at the mocking laugh that the man let out. She recognized the voice from earlier, when the man tried to get Sir to make her serve during lunch. She sucked harder at the voice, heat crawling up her chest at the dismissive way he talked about both of them.
“She can serve me just fine.” Sir’s voice was little more than a pant as he spoke. A different sort of heat built up in Scarlett’s stomach at the voice. Her stomach twisted as she pushed further, her lips meeting the base of Sir’s cock. “See.” She preened slightly, shoulders pushing back and chest arching, as Sir addressed the crowd. “She did just fine.”
Scarlett bobbed on Sir’s cock as he scratched at her scalp. Conversation went on around her but she tuned them out, her attention focused solely on Sir and his pleasure. At times he would hold her head still, fingers tight in her hair and her head pulled back. Her hands remained tucked under his thighs and she moaned as she felt his hips flex. He would slowly thrust his cock in and out of her mouth before pushing her down again, allowing her to warm him once more. When he remained still she suckled on him, pulling back at times to give little licks and sucks to the tip before taking him fully again.A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.
“Can she do anything but suck?” Scarlett ignored the voice above her and kept her lips wrapped tightly around Sir. She sucked, cheeks hollowing as she kept her mouth around him.
“She can,” Sir responded. “But why would I allow you all the pleasure of seeing her serve me?” The silence from above the table pulled Scarlett’s attention slightly. She could hear some feet shuffling before a brave voice spoke up.
“Because how else will we know she can take care of your needs? For all we know the only thing you’ve trained her in is sucking.” Scarlett was pulled out of her reverie when Sir snapped his fingers and then held his hand out, palm upward. She removed herself from his cock, waiting for him to pull his chair out before scooting out from under the table and standing in front of him.
Sir stared at her and she blushed under his scrutiny. She could now see the people gathered around the table, all of them with their eyes on her and Sir. Sir crooked his finger and she moved closer until she was standing between his legs. Sir motioned at the group standing around them before addressing her.
“They seem to think you are unable to serve me. To take care of my needs. I consider that an affront to not only me, but you as well. How would you like to prove them wrong?”
Scarlett’s eyes widened as she realized what Sir was saying. He was giving her the option to choose. Not because he truly took offense for her, but because she had only been truly trained to suck him thus far. Scarlett’s mind raced as she thought about the possibilities. She wasn’t ready to take Sir’s cock, no matter how much her stomach tightened at the thought. The crowd around her also made her hesitant to allow him to touch her, to derive his pleasure from claiming hers. She briefly considered allowing him to punish her, but her stomach rolled at the thought of having to strip, even slightly, in front of this many people. The area wasn’t set up for her to clean his boots. His boots…
“Sir?” Scarlett’s voice was soft as she tilted her head. Sir watched her, his brown eyes taking in the expression that she was sure was on her face. Her slightly wide eyes, her mouth partially open.
“You’ve chosen.”
Scarlett nodded but didn’t speak anymore. Instead she allowed her eyes to drift down his outfit until she was staring at his boots. Her legs quivered as she remained standing, something in her urging her to drop to her knees to make her intentions clear. Her stomach twisted as she waited for Sir to speak. For him to approve her request or deny it. For him to take control and lead the next part of this dance they found themselves in.
“Oh.” Sir’s voice was tinged with curiosity as he watched her gaze drop to his boots. He shifted his legs slightly and watched as her eyes trailed after his boots. “You wish to serve me on your knees.”
“Yes Sir.” Scarlett’s answer was gasped out as she spoke.
“Then serve me.” Sir didn’t have to motion before Scarlett was dropping to her knees. She carefully moved forward until she was kneeling right next to one of Sir’s boots. Her eyes focused only on the shiny boots before her. Her chest heaved slightly as she waited for Sir. He remained silent as she kneeled there, his eyes on her as he folded his hands in his lap. Scarlett tightened her fingers in her dress to prevent her from reaching out or moving forward.
“You may continue.” Scarlett didn’t hesitate to move as soon as Sir approved her actions. She moved forward until her knees were on either side of Sir’s boots and she leaned forward until her chest was pressed against his leg. He reached down and moved her hair away from her face, urging her face up until she was meeting his eyes. “Put on a show for me, why don’t you?”
Scarlett felt her stomach twist at Sir’s words and she nodded before lowering herself onto his boot. She bit down on her lower lip when she felt the first press of Sir’s boots against her core. The thin underwear she was wearing did very little to block the feeling of Sir’s boot against her core. Her heart was pounding as she pressed forward, pressing securely against his boots. She bit back a moan as she felt his laces press against her core, one small shove pressing the laces against her clit.
Her breasts were brushing against his leg as she slowly shifted herself forward. She felt her nipples hardened as she pressed forward. The feeling of Sir’s trousers brushing against her exposed breasts had her biting her tongue. The softness of his trousers teased her breasts and she leaned her head forward to rest it on Sir’s neck. She could faintly feel his cock from where she was leaning, the weight of it brushing against her head as she moved.
Scarlett was surprised by the feeling that overcome her body as she moved. She expected to feel embarrassed, to want to hide away. She didn’t expect to feel wetness build up in her body. She wasn’t expecting for her heart to begin thudding against her chest and for a blush to work its way down her body. She wasn’t expecting for the feeling of Sir’s fingers in her hair to cause her to thrust harder, move quicker. She tried to tamp down the feeling building in her, but there was no use. Each time that her hips rolled forward and back, she could feel her pleasure build more.
The feeling of Sir tugging on her hair brought her back down to the present, if only for a minute. He wore a small grin as he watched her hips continue their movement.
“Move away from my leg. Show our guests that wonderful blush as you continue.” Scarlett moved on instinct. She pulled herself back and forced herself to change positions. Her chest ached as she moved away from Sir’s boot. She tucked her legs under her and held her arms behind her back. She made sure to thrust her chest out forward. Once she was in position, she lowered herself again.
It was harder to keep pace now that she had to hold a specific position. She could feel her arms and legs already beginning to ache. The position wasn’t comfortable, but she was still able to feel Sir’s boot. She was able to move without losing her position, even if it was a slower pace. Her chest was bright red and she couldn’t make eye contact with any of the guests. Instead she kept her eyes focused on Sir. Those brown eyes were trained on her a she moved.
Soon she was gliding back and forth on his boot again. Her underwear were wet and she was hesitant to see the sort of mess that she would make after she pulled away from Sir. Her hips were thrusting erratically as she moved. She could no longer feel Sir’s laces pressing against her clit, but pleasure was still rocketing up her spine. Her skin was becoming clammy with sweat as she moved. She allowed herself to focus on only Sr and the pleasure that she was feeling from his boot.
“Is she ever going to cum?” One of the guests groused. Scarlett was abruptly pulled back to the present at the sound of his voice. Her hips stuttered as her brain took in the amount of people around her. The number of strangers that were watching her chase her pleasure wantonly against Sir’s boot. Her stomach sank at the realization. She was still wet, but she no longer felt the build up of pleasure. Instead she felt nauseous. Her stomach turned as she tried not to shrink away from the gazes of the people.
“Her pleasure does not come from her orgasm. It comes from debasing herself for my pleasure and amusement.” Sir kept eye contact with her as he spoke. She could see something glimmering in his brown eyes as he addressed the crowd. “She will not cum for you, but she will deny herself for me. Won’t you?”
Scarlett’s head was nodding before she realized what she was doing. The tightness in her stomach loosened somewhat. She was not going to be made to cum in front of all of these strangers. Not quite yet at least. Sir was letting her off for the day. Her brain fogged over as the thought lingered in her mind. Her hips were still moving, their actions instinctual as she chased a different sort of pleasure. Her body sank slightly, chest still pushed out but muscles relaxing.
Sir tugged lightly on her hair and he moved her back to lean against her leg again. A gentle hand on her head pressed her against Sir’s thigh. Scarlett sighed softly as she hid her face from the rest of the guests. Sir kept a possessive hand on her head, fingers tangled in her red locks.
“Good girl.” Sir’s voice washed over her. Her mind drifted as her focus on performing waned. She no longer cared about the crowd around her or the scene that she was sure she was making. She no longer cared about who may be watching her. She cared only for the feeling of Sir’s boot between her legs, the pleasure that it gave her. Her mind was focused on the scent of Sir, a mixture of leather and rain that had her breathing deeply to take more of it in. The sound of his voice as he murmured praises to her as she continued to move.
Scarlett felt the hand in her hair tighten and she released a gasp against Sir’s thigh. He shifted his foot slightly before tapping her thigh with his boot. Her hips stopped immediately.
“Good girl,” he muttered. Her brain was hazy as the compliment swept over her. A part of her stomach sank slightly, but the pleasure of serving Sir overrode that feeling.
“That''s all?”
“Yes.” Sir’s voice was final as he spoke. “She served me just as I asked her to. I never asked her to provide you with your pleasure. Only to provide me with mine. If your servants aren’t fulfilling your needs, I’m sure I can help you find someone else.”
Scarlett rested against Sir’s thigh as he spoke. Her breaths were coming out in puffs as Sir stroked her hair. She was still straddling Sir’s boots, hips no longer moving but rather resting as she caught her breath. Her mind slowly began to come back to her and she winced at the feeling of wetness against her thighs. Her legs stuck to Sir’s boots as she shifted slightly to pull herself away. Her cheeks darkened when she noticed the shininess of Sir’s boots. She risked a glance up at him and caught an amused smile playing on his lips.
“Now,” Sir said as he stood and held down a hand for Scarlett. “If you don’t mind, I need to take care of my submissive.” He pulled Scarlett up to stand beside him and wrapped an arm around her waist. She sunk into his side, her legs shaking as she tried to hold herself upright. Slowly he began to lead her out of the room, stopping only briefly for Sir to make his goodbyes.