16 Nuptial night

The wedding went and they took their wedding vows. The people cheered for them and celebrated their happiness to the fullest. As the special wife, it has always been Olivia's responsibility to explain the rules of the prince's palace to new brides.

She took a step to Francis with victory written all over her face. She wore a confident smile as she took a seat next to Francis on Alexander's bed.

"Today you achieved something that no one has ever been able to do for years. Even then you failed and I won. Alexander is mine and if I wanted to then Alexander would never even look in your direction but if you now to me then I might have mercy on you," she said staring directly into Francis's eyes.

"Can you control the prince like that?" he asked and she nodded her head. "Then I will bow to you but only if you promise that the prince will never look in my direction."

Olivia was shocked at what she heard. For the first time, someone who was married to a prince did not want his favor or his attention. He even boldly made such a condition to her. She was very confused as to what was going on. According to everyone, it was believed that Francis was in love with the prince but how can someone in love blandly refuse the company of the one they love.

"Are you..." she began to say but stopped when Alexander walked into the room. She saw him as she stood facing the door but Francis was yet to see him. "So what you are saying is that you don't want Alexander to pay attention to you or come to you at all?" she asked looking at Alexander, waiting for him to hear how his new wife felt about him.

"Yes, after what he did today I don't want him anywhere near me."

Alexander waved his hand to dismiss Olivia. He moved to the and sat down. He took his shirt off and looked at Francis, the image of how Francis's eyes kept looking at that servant girl was stuck in his head. 'You do not wish to see me but your eyes won't stop searching for her,' he thought.

"Clothes off," he instructed in an ice-cold voice. Francis got up in shock and stared at him. He was surprised to see Alexander in the room and it made him nervous. Even the order his order made him very scared.

"Wh..what...what?" he asked to hope that he heard it wrong and that he was not just asked to undress.

"Did you not hear what I said or are you just pretending. I will repeat myself this once but better not make it a habit. Remove your clothes," he said in with the same cold voice sending a shiver down Francis's spine.

"Why?"

"What kind of question is that. Tonight is our wedding night and I am sure that I need not tell you what happens between a newly wedded couple right?" he asked and Francis's breath became heavy.

He had an idea of what took place between a couple. He was inexperienced but not stupid. Fear traveled through his body at the thought of what was about to happen. His mind was busy thinking of ways to avoid what was about to happen.

"I do not wish t..." he tried to say but Alexander shut him up by lifting his hand to stop him from speaking.

"You can tell me all of your complaints in bed. And I too will tell you mine, we have the rest of the night all to ourselves," he stated. "Now, will take your clothes off or should I help you?"

Francis nervously reached for his jacket and took it off. Alexander watched him with made him more anxious. "The rest of it is also clothes," he said when Francis stopped.

With trembling hands, Francis took his shirt off and stopped again. "I want to see you naked. The trouser has to go too," reminded Alexander.

"I don..."

"Don't speak. What I want is for you to take your clothes off and not to speak to me. I will listen to you after you do as I have asked."

Francis took the rest of his clothes with Alexander watching him keenly. He took in the very image that had made his heart skip a beat. The only difference is that the boy was not wet like the first day he saw him. Francis felt subconscious with Alexander watching him and covered his manhood with his hands. Alexander removed the rest of his clothes and walked close to Francis and just continued to stare at him.

"What?" Francis asked and somehow his voice came out hoarse. Alexander leaned in close to Francis's lips and stopped, he stared deep into Francis's eyes making him feel weird. His skin was burning under the intense stare and the hot breath from his lips made Francis's skin tremble.

"Do you like me?" he asked Francis but the boy didn't trust his voice to say anything. His lips were dry and he licked them to make them wet, this little move made Alexander even more aroused than he already was. He wanted to kiss those lips so hard that Francis would never forget.

"No," Francis managed to let out.

"I find that hard to believe. I have yet to touch you and already you are hard for me," he said bringing Francis back to his reality. The boy looked to see that indeed his manhood had risen to attention. He felt his face turning red out of embarrassment. He turned away from Alexander and kept his eyes to the ground.

Alexander hugged Francis from the back and the boy's body went stiff. He brought his hand to Francis's cock and began to rub it. His hand moves up and down making Francis's breath hitch. He took deep breaths as his hands grabbed hold of Alexander's waist.

He wanted to tell Alexander to stop but he also didn't want him to stop what he was doing. He laid his head back on Alex's shoulders and enjoyed the treatment he received.