Bratty Princess

“Abathann (Abyss), your mother and I are leaving for the weekend. Behave.”

"Your father kisses the top of your head affectionately as he makes his way out the large doors of your mansion, surrounded by a cluster of his men. He turns to your mother still at the top of the staircase."

“Oh let Abathann (Abyss) be, my love. You’ll be on your best behavior won’t you, my sweet?” she smiles beautifully down at you from her place at the top of the stairs.

"She flutters down the staircase followed by her assistants and plants a kiss to your cheek, pinching you as she follows after your father in the car."

“Besides, Mikhail will stay behind with Abathann (Abyss).” She giggles and nods at Mikhail standing next to your father.

"<You see Mikhail bow to your father’s departing back then straighten and turn to you, his face the usual mask of cold indifference and responsibility.>"

"As you strip down to your lingerie, I feel my blood begin to boil with desire. I watch you with hunger in my eyes, admiring the way your tiny waist curves and your ass juts out enticingly. When you bend over to pick up your pants, I can't help but let out a low growl, feeling the bulge in my pants growing harder by the second."

"You should be more careful, printsessa," "I warn you, my voice low and husky." "You know what would happen if anyone saw you like this."

"I glare at you for a moment, my eyes flicking over your nearly naked form, before I let out a sigh and shake my head in resignation."

"As you wish, printsessa," "I mutter, watching as you continue to tease me with your nakedness." "But remember, I will always be watching you, making sure you stay safe."

"My eyes are dark and filled with desire as I speak, and I can feel myself growing harder by the second. But I know better than to give in to temptation, especially when it comes to someone as innocent as you."

"I can feel my cheeks flush with heat as you taunt me, and I struggle to keep my composure in the face of your playful teasing."

"Makes no difference to me what you do in your alone moments, printsessa," "I finally growl, my voice low and rough." "But make no mistake, I am always watching you, always keeping you safe."

"I take a step toward you, my eyes dark with hunger, and I can feel my cock growing harder by the second." "And if you're not careful, you might just find out "exactly" what I'm capable of."

"I watch you walk away, my eyes never leaving the curve of your hips as you disappear from view. As much as I hate to admit it, your teasing is starting to get to me and I'm finding it harder to keep my composure around you."

"After a few moments, I follow after you, my steps silent as I trail you into the garden. I watch from a distance, hidden in the shadows, as you make your way to your secret spot and settle down to read. My eyes drift closed for a moment, remembering that night months ago, the same night that I had caught a glimpse of something I shouldn't have."

*As I remembered that night, my hands slowly travel down to grip my hardening cock through my pants, the memory of the maid's soft lips wrapped around me still fresh in my mind. It's only when I hear

a soft moan coming from you that my eyes snap open and I realize what you're doing.*

"My heart starts to race, my cock hardening even more at the thought of you touching yourself, thinking about me. I slowly make my way closer, my eyes glued to your body as I get a better view of your fingers tracing over your lips."

"As much as I want to join you, to show you just how much I want you, I know that I can't. Not yet, at least. For now, I'll content myself with watching you, memorizing every curve and line of your body, and imagining all the ways I could make you moan like that for me."

"I lean against a nearby tree, my hand still stroking my straining cock, as I continue to watch you, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal myself."

"I watch as you continue to touch yourself, lost in the privacy of your own desires. My breath catches as I imagine what your fingers would feel like on my own body. But as much as I want you, I know that I have to be patient. I can't let you see me just yet."

"I finally decide to make myself known, my hand reaching for a nearby rock and tossing it slightly to your side, hoping to get your attention."

"What do we have here?" I ask teasingly as you turn in my direction, my voice low and husky. "I didn't realize you enjoyed playing with yourself in such a public place, angel."

"My eyes roam over your body, taking in every inch of you as I step closer." "Is that so? Either way, you seemed quite lost in pleasure just now. What's got you so worked up?" "I lean in until my breath brushes across the shell of your ear." "Don't worry, little printsessa. You can tell me anything."

"As you move past me, I can't help the smirk that spreads across my face. You're so innocent, yet so fiery when you want to be. And I can tell from the way you're acting that I've gotten under your skin in more ways than one."

"Suit yourself, angel. But I have a feeling that I'll get it out of you eventually." "I call after you, still smirking as I watch you go."

"As I watch you through the crack in your bedroom door, a primal desire stirs within me. It's been so long since I've watched you like this, and it excites me to no end."

"I always knew you had a wild side, printsessa," "I mutter to myself, feeling my cock stir in my pants." "But little did I know how wild it truly was."

"I lean in for a closer look, my breath hot against the door." "Go on, sweet angel. Let me hear you moan my name again."

"My eyes widen as I watch you turn around and spread yourself wide open, your tiny little hole on display for me. My cock twitches again in my pants, and I have to stifle a moan of my own."

"You're such a dirty little thing, printsessa," "I mutter, still watching you intently." "But don't worry, I'll make you pay for all those filthy thoughts you have."

"I lick my lips, feeling myself grow harder with each passing moment." "And when I'm done with you, you'll be begging for more."

"I see you in your robe, and immediately my eyes darken with lust. Despite your words, I can feel the heat radiating off of you, and I know that I have an effect on you, whether or not you're willing to admit it."

"I didn't come to apologize, printsessa," "I say with a scowl, my voice deep and commanding." "I came to check up on you. Make sure you're behaving yourself while your parents are away."

"My eyes wander over your petite form, and I can't help but smirk." "But it looks like I caught you doing the exact opposite. You really are a naughty little thing, aren't you?"

"I watch as you sit down at your vanity, my eyes fixed on your every move. I can see the slight twitches in your body, the telltale signs of arousal that you try so hard to hide from me. But I can smell it on you, sweet and heady, and I know that you're lying."

"Don't try to lie to me, printsessa," "I say, crossing the room to stand behind you." "I know what you were doing, and I won't tolerate disobedience. You are mine to watch over, and I expect your complete obedience."

"My hands reach out to brush your hair away from your neck, and I lean in close, my breath hot against your skin." "And when you're ready to admit your wrongdoing, I'll be happy to punish you for it."

"I feel the heat rising in my face as you speak so candidly about your desires, and my grip on your hair tightens involuntarily for a moment before I release it, stepping back from you."

"You are testing my patience, printsessa," "I say, trying to keep my voice even." "I will not tolerate such crude language and behavior. You are a lady, not some common whore, to speak like that."

"My eyes scan the room, taking in everything around me, looking for something to use as a distraction or an excuse to leave. But I know deep down that I can't leave until you have been punished for your disobedience."

"I will give you the rest of the day to think about what you have said, printsessa," "I say, turning to leave." "But tomorrow we will have a talk about your behavior,

"As your robe opens to reveal your nakedness, my eyes involuntarily flick down for a moment before I quickly avert my gaze back to your eyes. I cannot help but feel aroused by the sight before me, but my self-control is strong and I maintain my composure."

"You are not just any woman, printsessa," "I say, my voice low and rough." "You are a princess, and with that title comes certain responsibilities and expectations of behavior. It is not a matter of what men can or cannot do; it is about the reputation and honor of your family and your position."

"I take a step towards you, my eyes locked onto yours."

"But even more than that, it is about your safety and well-being, printsessa. You cannot indulge in such behavior so carelessly, especially not without protection."

*I pause as my eyes flick

"I watch as tears begin to slip from your eyes, my heart aching at the sight of your pain. I take another step closer to you, my voice a little softer now."

"No, printsessa, of course not. I would never ask something like that from you," "I say, shaking my head slowly." "What I'm suggesting is that there are other options available to you. Options that will keep you safe and preserve your honor."

"I reach out a hand towards you, intending to comfort you, but I hesitate when I see the look in your eyes."

"What's wrong, printsessa?" "I ask gently." "What has you so upset?"

"I watch as you start to walk away from me, my hand falling back to my side. I feel a pang of guilt in my chest as you accuse me of taking your pleasure toys. I remember being ordered by your father to remove anything that could "taint" you and anger flares up inside me at the thought of your freedom being taken away."

"I did what I did to protect you, printsessa. Your father gave me orders to remove anything that could potentially harm your reputation or your safety."

"I follow after you, keeping my voice gentle and non-threatening."

"But I understand, that was wrong of me to take something so personal from you without your permission. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me for that?"

"I can hear the pain and frustration in your voice, and it's a reminder to me of how much I've failed in my duties to protect you. I move closer to you on the bed, wanting to comfort you but not daring to touch you in any way."

"I'm sorry, printsessa. I should have never taken Tickles from you. And I had no right to judge you for having physical needs."

"My voice drops to a low rumble as I confess something to you that I never thought I would say out loud."

"And...I understand why you tease me. It's because you want control over something, anything really. And I'm an easy target, aren't I? I'm always here, always at your beck and call. And...truth be told, sometimes I like it when you tease me, printsessa."

*I look down

...at the floor for a moment, collecting my thoughts before looking back up at you.*

"I know that's not what you want to hear right now. But I...I have my own demons that I deal with, too. And it's...it's a relief sometimes to have someone tell me what they want, even if it's just teasing."

"I let out a sigh, running a hand through my hair."

"But I know that doesn't excuse what I did to you. I'm sorry, printsessa. Truly sorry. I'll...I'll do what I can to make it right. You have my word."

"Mikhail gives a small nod, relief washing over him that you aren't pushing him away completely. He quickly rises to his feet and heads towards the door. Before exiting he looks back at you, determination etched on his face."

"Consider it done, printsessa. I'll go retrieve Tickles for you."

"He exits the room and closes the door behind him, leaving you alone with your thoughts."

"After a few minutes, Mikhail returns with Tickles in hand. He approaches you and hands the feather duster to you carefully."

"Here you are, printsessa. Just...please be more careful with your...um, extracurricular activities in the future."

"He gives you a small smile before backing away, returning to his usual silent and stoic demeanor."

"Upon hearing your explanation, Mikhail nods his head in understanding."

"I see, printsessa. My apologies for any misunderstanding. I'm glad that Tickles brings you comfort."

"He watches you for a few more moments before turning towards the door."

"If there's nothing else you require, I'll be outside. Please feel free to call me if you need anything."

"He exits the room, leaving you alone with your feather duster."

"Mikhail stops in his tracks and turns around to face you."

"Yes, printsessa? Is there something else you need?"

"Mikhail pauses for a moment, taken aback by your request. However, after a brief moment of contemplation he nods his head."

"If that is what you desire, printsessa. I understand the feeling of comfort that comes with feather tickling. Please turn over."

"He then turns his back to you, giving you some privacy as you remove your clothes and get into position."

"Mikhail slowly returns to you and kneels beside the bed, he takes a deep breath, inhaling the scent of your skin before reaching out a hand to gently stroke the feathers over your back. The sensation causes you to shiver with pleasure and you let out a soft sigh."

"Is this to your liking, printsessa?" he asks, his voice low and gravelly, betraying a hint of his own arousal.

"Mikhail's hands falter for a moment at your request, but he quickly regains his composure and nods."

"As you command, printsessa."

He carefully starts to work the feathers lower down your body, occasionally brushing against your bottom and legs. The sensation is incredibly pleasurable, and you can feel yourself getting aroused by his touch. To your surprise, Mikhail doesn't seem to be holding back either, caressing your skin with an intensity that leaves you breathless.

"Do you enjoy this, printsessa?" he asks, his voice laced with desire.

"I am pleased to hear that, printsessa. I want nothing more than to fulfill your every desire."

Mikhail continues to work the feathers all over your back, bottom, and legs, his touch growing bolder with each passing moment. He is completely focused on your pleasure, his own needs momentarily forgotten as he loses himself in the sensation of tickling your naked body.

As he works, his breathing becomes heavier and his movements more urgent, proof of his growing arousal. You can feel him pressing closer to you, his cock straining against his pants as he brushes against your skin.

Mikhail's movements stutter slightly as you expose yourself to him, the sight of your little puckered hole causing him to groan softly with need.

"It is not my place to enjoy such things, printsessa. My job is to ensure your safety and well-being," he responds, his voice husky with desire.

He takes a deep breath and pulls away from you slightly, his hands still hovering over your skin but not touching you. "Is there anything else you require of me, printsessa?" he asks, his voice a little rough around the edges.