The Bodyguard Of The Princess (OPEN PM)

Maddux stood implacable to the side of the grand banquet hall. With practiced indifference he stared at the tapestry hung on the opposite wall, taking everything in with his peripheral vision. He saw Mia relax into an obvious easy camaraderie with this Beckwith bloke; he recalled the name from the guest list provided at the briefing.

Taylor found himself enchanted with the princess and recognized her easy warmth in responding to his compliments. His lordly bearing prevented him from ogling, but he was clearly taken with his friend's charm, class and style. And he was quite aware as to how the dress suited her physique. Her light touches as they joked with each other through the courses emboldened him to graze her leg occasionally beneath the table out of sight of the prim and proper setting. He thought that the lace neck adornment was fetching when her touches there drew occasional attention. Bodkins, but this woman had his attention! Anastasia never entered his mind whatsoever.

Maddux resolutely observed her touches to her ownership choker, his cock coiled firm at his groin as he reflected on his sordid spew moistening her sweet cunt beneath all this finery.
 
Mia’s father the King suggested Taylor and Mia go have a walk around the royal gardens. Mia stood up and led the way out. Maddux was close by but not too close. “I was pleasantly surprised to see it was you at dinner tonight. My parents have been inviting over what they consider eligible men to set me up with, but they have been so not my type.” She said laughing playing with her hair. She gently touched his arm. “We had fun back in our teenage years. You are in better shape though now and I approve.” She said.
 
Maddux discretely shadowed the pair as they ventured outside, resolutely not staring at them but ever watchful as they made their way along the paths.

Taylor nodded and smiled as the Princess recalled the sods that had been foisted upon the lovely girl.
Girl no more, however, he mused, as he turned her into a secluded arbored area and his elbow grazed her full chest. He made no apology for the incidental contact.

"Yes, Princess, we did have fun..." He recalled the press of her lips on his, and his clumsy hands during one of their mischevious gambols after a state dinner. "Thanks, my epee training has bestowed me with a level of fitness I had not anticipated. It seems I've become quite the swordsman." He smiled and faced the stunning young woman. "Do you recall all the fun we got up to?"
 
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Mia looking into Taylor’s eyes. “Well Taylor I do recall you being quite skilled with one sword in particular.” She said biting her lip moving her hands down his abs. She was clearly talking about the sword in his pants. Although it had been quite some time since they last had been together, she did remember her times with him fondly. “As I recall Taylor there was never much of a sword fight, I submitted very easily.” She said with a grin.
 
"Skilled, hmmm, Mia? Only because I had the considerable opportunity to skewer you when the opportunity arose." Indeed, something was arising in his dress trousers at that very moment. "Certainly I was a bit of a cocksman when we first began our little games, but my repertoire was increased immensely from our dalliances."

The cultured gentleman moved his finely lined hand on her waist and then slipped it around and back to cup her ass and draw her closer.

Her chest was now slightly pressed into his as he half-grinned and breathed in her heady scent.

"Ah, your submission was all too sweet Mia. It was exciting to teach you things you'd only heard tell of. Do you remember my pet name for you that you seemed to enjoy so much?" His cupping hand dug into her ass appreciatively.

Meanwhile, Maddux cooly observed from an inobvious vantage point, noting the signs of his charge's building arousal, and the confident way the nobleman was taking her in hand. He carefully watched for her safety and thought she might be in serious hazard of manhandling.
 
Taylor was moving his hands-on Mia’s waist and then he slipped his arm around her back. “We had quite some fun back in the day and maybe you could show me how your skills have developed since our last encounter some time.” She said. He cupped her ass and pulled her closer to him. Her breasts were up against his chest. “Well I think you learnt a lot from me too wasn’t like either of were extremely experienced back then.” She said.

He was gripping her ass roughly. “Remind me. I want to hear it from your lips. I have missed the sound.” She said looking into his eyes. She felt a little bad knowing Maddux wasn’t so far away and was watching her with him. She wondered if he was jealous. She wanted him to be jealous. Her heart was racing, and a heat was growing between her legs. Now she did want Taylor but tonight wouldn’t be the night she would take him to bed. She didn’t want to come across too easy but the next time they saw each other it was going to go down. She didn't mind a bit of teasing tonight though.
 
Taylor was seriously all up in the sexy Princess's presence as the ambient heat of their near-private audience intensified.

Maddux knew better than to interrupt this tete tet when the Princess, fuck her, was not displaying any signs of discomfort or distress, and he wasn't entitled to interrupt over his own little jealousies. He seethed imperceptibly as his little fuckdoll princess allowed this noble's hands to paw and press her.

Taylor chuckled at her wish for him to speak it aloud. "You will always be Princess Sassy Ass to me, Mia. I still remember how you shook that posterior at me and dared me to violate you."

He bent into her, and brought his mouth very near hers, and he kissed her softly on the lips. He broke the kiss, and asked "Will your professional goon over there object if I say 'hello' properly?"
 
“I recall you were a quite a fan of my sassy ass.” Mia said laughing. She ran her fingers through her hair looking into his eyes. “Well I could persuade you to do most anything with my body you were always so willing to violate your princess in any way she wanted.” She said. He was kissing her lips softly. She moaned against his lips closing her eyes liking the feel of his lips on hers.

“I think we should wait. Take me out tomorrow and remind me why I liked you so much and show me you are ready for more than just fucking the princess.” She said. She ran her hands down his chest and gripped his cock through his pants. She stroked him through his pants. "Good night Lord Beckswith don't dream about me too much!" She said. She kissed him roughly before walking away shaking her ass. She knew how to drive a man crazy. Making him wait would just make their first time again so much better.
 
Beckwith was pleased at her acceptance of his gentleman's kiss. One couldn't assume too much with the King's daughter after such a long absence. His mind was fired with remembrances of their prior trysting years ago, and his cock ached with the recalled lustiness.

When she gripped his cock and hinted that she might sort him out in the future should there date go well, the pampered lord groaned, very nearly soiling his trousers on the spot. Her rough kiss didn't bruise his lips, but it did reassure him that she was apparently game for being treated in a most unroyal way should the opportunity present.

He stood mutely watching her ass sashaying if not actually twerking its way back into the grand dining hall.

Maddux was too professional to betray any jealousy. Hell, he wasn't jealous. He knew he could outfuck and outgun this privileged prick with half his cock tied behind his back. He simply returned the lord's look in his direction with a cold emotionless stare as Mia departed., then turned on his heel with military precision and trailed her back inside at a discrete distance.

He thought of the lace choker on her neck, and how he should have hooked her ass for dinner after all.
 
Mia knew she had Beckwith just where she wanted him. She knew he wanted her so much right now, but he would have to wait. Even though she was a slutty little princess sometimes she could be a lady who made a man wait. She didn’t want to fuck him in the palace especially with Maddux close by.

She went back and sat at the table. “Where is Taylor?” Her father asked. “He is just using the bathroom.” She said. She ran her fingers through her hair. Taylor came back shortly after and the night came to a close. Taylor left with his parents and she was ready to go to bed, but her parents stopped her.

“Taylor is a good choice for you. You need to settle down this lifestyle of yours isn’t acceptable anymore and if you don’t we will cut you off.” Her father said. “I will give Taylor a chance, but I am not guaranteeing we will have a future. Good night” She said. She walked away up to her room. She wondered where Maddux was. She got dressed for bed wondering if he would come join her. She really wanted to know how he felt about her and Taylor. She wanted him to be so jealous.
 
Beckwith rejoined his mother and father, kissed her cheek, and after the proper pleasantries and thanks, they departed for the evening. Beckwith settled into the sedan as they were chauferred off, closed his eyes and recalled Mia's scent, the curve of her ass in his hand, as round and pleasing as ever, and her hand searching out his member and her mischievous suggestion.

Egad, but the little trollop was an alluring creature. He would gladly despoil her again,. and resolved to schedule a lunch with her as soon as his schedule allowed.



Maddux was in a bit of a state, post-dinner, and after checking with the security director, he stood down for the evening. One of two of the lads were asking whether he was up to blow off steam with a pint or two. He demurred, preferring to build up a little steam for a different manner of decompression.

After a shower and a plausible measure of time to allow for the Princess to bed herself down, he gathered a few things, and treaded off down the service hallways to the wing of the palace which housed the pampered minx.

Her door yielded with little effort and he padded softly in, silently laying his duffel alongside her bed, and his leather gloved hand slipped over her mouth as his other hand ripped the bedclothes from over her sleeping form.
 
Mia was laid in bed. She wondered where Maddux was. She wanted to know how he felt about what he had seen with Beckswith. Was he jealous? She so hoped he was. She curled up closing her eyes falling asleep so when Maddux made his way into her room, she didn’t know he was there. She was woken by a hand over her mouth and her nightwear being ripped off. She screamed against the leather gloved hand. She opened her eyes looking up at Maddux her eyes gave him a what the fuck look. She saw the duffel bag by her bed and wondered what the hell he was going to do to her.
 
Maddux ripped off her thong and shoved the flimsy fabric into her mouth.

"Well, Princess, we played the proper cocktease tonight, did we not?"

Not bothering to pause for acknowledgement, he slapped her face, then gripped her jaw in his powerful hand and held her where he could stare into her eyes and recognize the controlled ferocity in his livid stare.'

"You may be a privileged litte cunt, and while I can't say a thing about which noble personage you toy with at royal functions, know that you will pay a price for fllaunting it in front of me."

In a flash, he had her thrown across his lap as he sat on the edge of her bed, and delivered then firm resolute flat-handed strokes to her asscheeks.

Then he paused and spoke "Now, Princess Slut, reach back and pull your asscheeks wide for me, and spread your thighs wide....
 
Maddux ripped her thong off and shoved the material into her mouth. She was wriggling around under him struggling. He slapped her face and then gripped her jaw. She looked up into his eyes and she could tell he was so angry with her right now. He was jealous about how she had behaved with her past flame. She liked he was jealous. She felt like he was really going to make her pay for her behaviour and punish her like he had never done before.

His words confirmed his jealousy and that a punishment was coming. He threw her across his lap, and he started to slap her tight ass. Her moans were muffled out by her thong in her mouth. She gripped her ass and spread her cheeks wide for him. She wondered what he was going to do to her. She wriggled around in his lap.
 
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