“Give me ten minutes to clean up.” I let her go and headed for the bedroom.
“Okay. I’ll feed Bisou and meet you in the bedroom for story time. I’ve got a really good one for you tonight.”
When I came out of the bathroom, she was waiting for me.
Wearing the ball gown. And the elbow-length gloves. And the tiara.
I was naked.
She stood near the foot of the bed. The lights were off, but she’d managed to find a few candles, which filled the room with low, flickering light. Her eyes traveled over my skin, lingering on my cock, which was already growing hard.
“Once upon a time, there was a princess trapped in a tower,” she said in a dreamlike, feminine voice. “Night after night, this unsullied maiden waited for her very own gentleman prince to come find her.”
“A gentleman prince, huh?” I moved closer to her.
She nodded. “She was certain her hero would be a prince—a tall, devastatingly handsome man with blue eyes and bulging biceps who rode up on a great white stallion.”
“A white stallion. Not a pickup truck?”
“He would climb the tower, fall to his knees, and ask for her hand. Then he would carry her down, and they would ride off into the sunset toward his castle on the hill.”
“I see.”
“Where they would, of course, live happily ever after.”
“Of course.” I peeled off one of her long gloves, tossed it aside. My cock was fully erect. “But you know that’s not who I am.”
“What?” Feigning shock, she put a hand over her heart. “Whatever do you mean, sir?”
“I didn’t ride up on a stallion. I don’t have any castle on a hill.” I peeled off the second glove and pulled it through my fist. “And I’m no gentleman prince.”
“Oh dear,” she pretended to fret, backing up until she hit the brick wall. “I’m quite afraid I’ve been found by the villain in my story. Sir, have you come to rescue me or . . . or sully me?”
“Both. Now turn around.”
She presented me with her back, and I thought of the evening two nights ago I’d unzipped her dress and run out of the room with a hard-on.
Tonight would go down differently.
Using one of her long satin gloves, I began to bind her wrists, which she obligingly held together for me.
“Struggle,” I whispered in her ear.
Trapped between me and the wall, she tried to wrench her arms free, but I was taller, stronger, and much more determined.
“Good girl.” I pressed up against her back, caging her in with my palms on the brick. The scent of her perfume filled my head. “Now I’m taking over this story, and the princess is going to do everything I say, or I’m leaving her in the tower forever.”
“No,” she said forcefully. “You’re cruel and vicious. I won’t let you have me.”
Even though I knew she was faking it, it was still hot as fuck. “You don’t have a choice, princess. Now turn around and get on your knees.”
She gasped. Then a whisper. “You’re good at this.”
“Do it,” I demanded, then backed up a little, giving her room.
She spun around and dropped to her knees, the dress forming a cloud around her. Her eyes peeked up at me. “What are you going to do to me?”
“Several things,” I told her, taking my cock in my hand and beginning to stroke it. “I’m going to fuck your mouth with my cock. I’m going to fuck your pussy with my tongue. And then I’m going to fuck you in that pretty dress you’re wearing.”
Her eyes nearly popped out of her head.
I decided right then and there I wasn’t holding back tonight. I’d say what I wanted, do what I wanted, take what I wanted—and I wouldn’t worry about how dirty it was. After all, she’d invited me to play this game.
But maybe I should give her a way out, just in case.
“If you want me to stop, what will you say?” I asked her, my hand continuing to move up and down my shaft.
“Mercy,” she whispered.
I noticed the way she couldn’t take her eyes off what I was doing. “Do you like watching me?”
“Yes. But it makes me want things I shouldn’t.”
“Like what?”
She licked her lips. “I want to taste you.”
I smirked. “You’re making this too easy on the bad guy, princess.”
“I can’t help it.” She met my eyes. “I want you. I can’t pretend I don’t.”