go and pressed two fingers inside of me. Yes, that was much better.
“Layne, you are so beautiful. Like you define the word. And you don’t know how much I want to fuck you with my cock right now. I want to push inside of you and deep dick you until you can’t walk for days. That’s what I want. But it might fuck up your pretty little dress. I don’t want to do that. Your fuckable, pretty little ass is all wrapped up in that doll dress. So you’re going to come on my fingers.” He smiled up at me with a hard gleam in his eyes that was somehow both scary and adoring. “Because I said so.”
His words were like striking a match. Fire burned within me. A sense of power surged through my body, and the room became fragrant with the scent of sex and flowers. “Holy shit,” Cypress hissed. He paused for only a brief moment, making me cry out in frustration. I wanted to come. I wanted to forget everything for a blissful moment.
Cracking open my eyes, I looked at him, gasping when I saw a myriad of thorny roses blooming in my bedroom. It was like they were growing out of the marble tile. He worked me faster, making more and more sprout around us. What was once an elegant suite was turning into a wild garden—and I loved it.
“Come for me, Princess,” he demanded once more.
I climbed that crest of pleasure and jumped off the cliff, grinding against him as cries escaped my lips. More vines wrapped around my body, teasing every cell with its growth as I came down from my high.
“Oh my gods,” I said while sitting up. There wasn’t a single inch of space in this room that didn’t have a flower on it. It was bright, earthy, and vibrant. Even Cypress was covered in vines and weeds. A single pink flower I didn’t know the name of grew on his shoulder.
“We might need to start doing this outdoors, Princess,” he chuckled, obviously proud of himself for making me grow an entire fucking garden with a single orgasm.
“Are you okay?” My voice shook. I mean obviously he was not okay. He was covered in greenery. And if my eyes didn’t deceive me, he was hard as hell.
He tugged on his fancy clothing. “I’ve never been better in my life.” Standing up, he brushed his clothes free before plucking the pink flower off his shoulder and handing it to me. “The Brownies who clean up in this castle are going to be so confused about where all of this came from.”
I leaned back on my elbows. “You’re...not taking care of yourself. Come over here.”
He shook his head. “No. Later. I’m going to enjoy the edge of pain being this hard. It’ll remind me how sweet your pussy tastes, and even though everyone will look at you tonight, only I have been between your thighs.”
I shook my head. “Who are you? What happened to the version of you I’ve spent the last week with?”
“Oh, you’re still my job, Layne. Make no mistake. You always will be.”
What did he mean by that?
He pressed his finger to his lips before winking at me. “Enjoy your drink, Princess. I’ll see you tonight.”
With those quick parting words, he slipped out of my open window and scaled the wall outside. I scrambled after him to watch and gasped when his boots hit the hard ground.
“Princess?” I heard Lilac call. I blanched and tried to fix my hair, though I knew it was hopeless. The moment my attendant opened the door, my cheeks flamed with embarrassment.
We silently stared at one another for what felt like ages. She took in the vines, plants, and shrubs now growing out of my mattress, then observed my wild hair full of leaves and the brazen look I just knew was dancing within my blue eyes. Lilac took a deep breath.
“I got your stiff drink, Princess. Perhaps while you enjoy it, I can fix your hair? And find you a dress not covered in dirt?”
I stifled a snort. “That would be lovely.”
I couldn’t imagine the gossip that was being shared about me. That was fine. I was raised in a prison. I didn’t imagine they’d think very much of me anyway.
And it only mattered what I thought. I’d had to rely on myself my whole life. That hadn’t changed just because I’d finally come to this strange place that I was supposed to call