The Alpha Prince's Purchased Maid
Chapter 238: Erotic Show

Chapter 238: Erotic Show

“Ahh...Prince...” I moaned and murmured as my eyes widened in shock.

His hands skillfully slipped under the coat that I had on. I knew that I should look away from the mirror and the illicit scene that I saw unfolding there, but I just couldn’t look away. His hand disappeared under my clothes and then I felt the heat of his hand cupping my breasts through the very thin fabric of the dress that I had on.

“Prince...Leonard...” I whimpered.

“Call me Leo. How many times do I need to tell you that?” he reminded me with a hint of disapproval in his tone.

I could tell that he wasn’t really mad at me and that he would probably forgive me even if he was when I started moaning his name.

“Leo...Leo...Ahhh” I moaned his name over and over again as his hands worked to pleasure my breasts.

I wanted him to take off my clothes so that he could touch me directly; however, I also didn’t want him to stop pumping my breasts. My nipples were already rock hard, and the tight sensation made them feel slightly painful. My body was eager for its release as another gush of wetness spurted out in between my thighs.

“Should I help take your clothes off?” he whispered into my ear.

“Ahh...” I moaned because it felt like I could no longer form any words.

The prince chuckled merrily as his hands moved to tug on my coat, slipping it from my shoulders and down my arms. My body moved instinctively to rid myself of the coat that I had on. The unneeded piece of garment slid and fell to the floor and was completely forgotten when the prince’s hands moved to cup and grope my breasts.

“You don’t seem to have much on,” he said although he didn’t seem displeased.

“It was chosen for me...Ahh. They say...that this is normal...” I managed to reply to him while still moaning.

“What else did they tell you?” he inquired as his hands continued moving to massage my breasts.

“That...umm...the most important part isn’t how you put it on...but how you take it off ...” I replied without meeting his eyes.

At my words, the prince let out an entertained laugh that seemed to lighten the mood for a very brief moment before he composed himself again. He smiled at me in the mirror before turning to place a brief kiss on my cheek.

“Let me tell you something a little different,” he said as if starting his own little lecture.

“What is it?” I asked as his words piqued my interest.

“It can be a lot more interesting to keep it on. Just like this...” he replied.

I bit my lower lip to prevent myself from crying out when his skillful hands slipped easily between the fabric pieces covering my chest. The heat of his hand against my naked flesh made me cry out his name as my chest thrusted forward, wantonly pushing my breasts into the palms of his hands. His hands squeezed my breasts firmly before moving to massage them repeatedly while I moaned from the undeniable pleasure. My nipples rubbing against his hand sent jolts of pleasure rushing through my body.

The pieces of fabric that were loosely tied together at my waist slowly loosened as my body writhed on the prince’s lap. I looked in the mirror as the fabric slid down my shoulders and arms until my breasts were fully exposed. When our eyes met in the mirror, I quickly realized that I wasn’t the only one watching what was going on. The prince caught me staring at his face and his lips curved into a slightly mischievous smile before his gaze slowly dropped to focus on where his hands were pleasuring my womanly mounds.

My eyes naturally followed his gaze and I gasped both at the sensation and at the sight of his large hands boldly squeezing and pumping my breasts. I cried out again when his hands twisted my soft flesh. I watched as my breasts changed shape to fit into the mold of his hands.

“Keep on watching, Mila...don’t look away...” the prince instructed firmly.

His fingers moved to capture my swollen and hardened nipples before tugging a little roughly on them. My body writhed from the mix of slight pain and extreme pleasure, and I cried out again. Prince Leonard pinched my nipples a few times before twirling them in circular motions between his fingertips.

“Should we move closer to the mirror? I want you to see how swollen your nipples are...” he asked although it didn’t seem to be a question.

I didn’t know what I wanted anymore as my mind struggled to deal with the merciless waves of pleasure that sought to conquer my body. The prince moved us forward closer to the mirror and the view of our bodies became even clearer.

“Look at your face, Mila. This is how you look when I touch you and when you yearn for me,” he whispered seductively into my ear.

I didn’t want to look so I closed my eyes and turned away. It was just too embarrassing to see for myself how much I was reacting to the prince and the pleasure that he was giving me. My breath was labored, and the sound of my panting mixed with my moans echoed all around us.

“Don’t close your eyes, Mila...” the prince warned with clear disapproval in his tone.

I squeezed my eyes even more tightly closed as I collected my courage before slowly opening my eyes just as the prince had instructed. Our eyes met in the mirror, another moan escaped my lips when my eyes landed on the erotic sight of the prince’s hands fondling my bare breasts and playing with my erect nipples. It felt too good, and I couldn’t stop all the lewd noises that I was making. My core throbbed as heat and wetness gathered in between my legs.

I want him to touch me there...

“You’re moving your hips...” the prince whispered before he chuckled knowingly close to my ear.

--To be continued...