She laughs. “On the contrary, it’s me who’ll do anythingyouask.”
A fire flares in me at the idea. “Promise?” I ask.
The amusement from her face is gone, her mouth falling softly open as she understands what I’m asking.
“I promise,” she says, running her hand up my chest. “What do you want me to do, my prince?”
Blood settles between my legs as she looks coquettishly up at me through her eyelashes.
“First, you need to take your hands off me.”
She pouts, and her mouth is too tempting. I lean down and capture her bottom lip between my teeth, gently teasing it. The surprised noise she makes only turns me on more, and by the time I release her, I’ve decided exactly how I want this to play out. I want this stubborn, deliciously headstrong woman to remember that in this one way, she’s mine to possess.
“Go stand over there,” I order. She looks at me curiously but smiles and obeys. When she’s there, her back against the wall, I let my voice drop lower.
“Now, take off your dress. Slowly.”
A pink flush dances across her cheeks, but she doesn’t hesitate to reach behind to unfasten her gown. She slips one arm out, followed by the other. Then, inch by inch, she lets the fabric slip down her body, until the dress is crumpled on the floor and she stands in just a thin slip. She kicks the dress aside and leans back against the wall, letting her hands slide across the silk fabric, up over her stomach and then her breasts.
“Is this what you want?” she asks, her voice rough. I lick my lips, distracted by the way her nipples are peaked under the thin fabric of the slip. I want to take them in my mouth.
“What I want is for you to obey me, like a good princess,” I say firmly.
Her eyes flare with arousal at my tone. “Yes, my prince.”
“Now,” I say, “I want you to touch yourself.”
She breathes in raggedly, leaning further back against the wall.
“Like this?” she asks. Gliding her hands down her thighs, she lifts the hem of the slip and slides her hand between her legs.
It’s a miracle I don’t lose all self-control right then, but I hold my desire on a tight leash, watching as she starts to stroke herself.
“I want you to touch yourself like you do when you’re alone at night and thinking of me. Fantasizing about me between your thighs,” I order.
Her strokes delve deeper inside and become more frantic, desperate to find the angle that will give her satisfaction. She releases a whimper.
“I do think about you,” she says breathlessly. “Because I need you, so bad. Fuck me, Leon.”
My cock strains against the fabric of my pants. I’m desperate to give her what she wants, but that’s not the game.
“That sounds a lot like you telling me what to do,” I tease, letting my eyes linger over her spread legs, the wet arousal slick and shiny on her fingers. The way her hand trembles. “Remember who’s in charge here?”
“You are,” she gasps. “Please.” Her fingers thrust harder, and she releases a feral sound, squeezing her eyes shut.
Gods, that noise, the sight of her fucking herself, begging for me, is too much. With a growl, I cross the room and lift her into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist, gripping the chest of drawers beside us as I yank my pants open with one hand and release my erection.
Her eyes meet mine as I position my cock between her legs. They’re so beautiful, two hazel fires igniting me with every glance. I see in that look everything she is that I find so irresistible—not just her body, or the pleasure she gives me, but the bravery in her heart, the fierceness in her soul. I could search to the ends of the earth and still not find anything like it.
Those bright eyes close when she sinks down, letting me fill her, joining us together. A raw groan vibrates through my chest as I revel in the perfect, clenching heat of her surrounding me, but her sigh is one of pure relief.
“Poor princess,” I say, kissing the edge of her jaw. “Did I make you wait for me too long? Was I too cruel to you?”
“So cruel,” she murmurs. “But you can make it up to me.”
With one hand still braced on the furniture, she grabs my shoulder with the other, her nails digging into my flesh nearly hard enough to draw blood. The pain just intensifies the pleasure, elevating it to something exquisite as I push her against the wall and thrust upward.
“Yes, Leon,” she pants, squeezing her legs tighter against my hips. “More. I need more of you.”
