Lucy was right. I should have looked the other way when I saw her that first night at Desire. That was the mature thing to do, but I couldn’t stay away. And I wasn’t sorry in the least for discovering how incredible she was when she was fullysubmissive. But I was sorry that I hurt her. I couldn’t erase the image from my brain of how she broke before my eyes, then went nearly catatonic on our drive home. I did that to her, and I wasn’t sure I could ever forgive myself.
I gave Lucy her space until it became apparent she intended to act like a child, and I finally allowed myself to knock on her door. When she assumed it was Amy, I should have left her alone. The sound of her voice, so small and defeated, was enough to indicate she wasn’t ready, but I pushed anyway. Beating my head against the door was less painful than the silence engulfing us for the past six days.
Now, here I stood, after breaking down her bedroom door, angry as hell and more than a little turned on.
When I first heard the whisper-soft moan through the wood separating us, I convinced myself I was hearing things. It hadn’t made any sense. Then she turned it up a notch, and I knew exactly what she was doing. Lucy was trying to show that she was in charge.
I held myself in check for as long as humanly possible, rationalizing that she was faking it. Truth be told, she could have herself a promising career narrating dirty books. The straw that broke the camel’s back was when I heard her climax. I’d witnessed that breathtaking sight in person, and the screams coming from the other side of the door were real. If I strained my ears just enough, I could hear the unmistakable buzzing of a vibrator.
The next thing I knew, I was rearing back my leg and kicking right above the doorknob, splintering the wood as the door burst open. Lucy sat up in shock, taking a moment to register what she was looking at. There was no mistaking the moment when awareness dawned as she pulled the covers up to her chest—not before I caught sight of another silky creation barely concealing her erect nipples—and anger clouded her features.
“What the hell, Preston?” she screamed. “Good luck explaining your rage issues to the palace staff before they report you to my family for shattering my door and have you escorted out for good.”
Oh, so that’s how she wants to play it? Fine.
Striding forward, I reached the foot of her bed as she clung tighter to her covers. It didn’t help that I could still hear the muffled vibrations coming from beneath them as well.
I leaned over menacingly, placing my hands on the bed. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll just be forced to explain how dear, sweet Princess Lucy likes it rough. And I wouldn’t be lying, would I, sweetheart?”
Her gasp reached my ears as I held eye contact, but she didn’t back down. “It would be your word against mine.”
“You’re right, but your family is no stranger to your feisty personality. Who do you think they’re going to believe?”
Lucy knew I had her, but she still had that fire in her eyes as she spat, “Fuck you.”
Careful what you wish for, Princess.
She purposely pushed past the limits I set for her, and now she would have to deal with the consequences.
Standing up straight, I walked around the side of her bed, stalking slowly toward where she sat. I kept my tone calm and level, but there was no mistaking that I’d transitioned from Preston to her Dom—that happened the moment I broke down the door. She had no one to blame for that but herself. “Admit it. You’re just pissed that I know how to play your body better than any other man who has come before me. Or maybe you’re pissed that it was me all along, and you want to hate me. Well, hear me now, Princess. You can hate me all you want, but you and I both know your body fucking belongs to me. If I want to eat nothing but your pussy every day for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, I will. Do you understand me?”
Those big blue eyes stared up at me unblinking, digesting my words, but there was no mistaking the lust shining through them as her pupils dilated. That, combined with how her breathing changed, I knew she wanted—no, sheneeded—our dynamic to continue, even if she was pissed about how it had developed.
Only the sounds of our breathing filled the room, so I prompted, “I won’t ask again.”
Lucy’s face was expressive as she ran over each of my words carefully, trying to determine the question before she answered. Finally, she breathed out, “Yes, Sir.”
Fuck me sideways. That was all I needed to hear. She was ready to play, but unfortunately for her, she’d been a brat, and that needed to be addressed.
Pulling the heavy down comforter off the bed, I revealed the rest of Lucy’s body, clad in a navy-blue one-piece nightie instead of a shorts set as I had initially suspected, and the still buzzing proof of her act of defiance.
Grasping the handle of the vibrating wand, I held it up for inspection before asking, “Well, what have we here?”
Lucy didn’t cower under my harsh gaze, answering, “Wanda.”
“Wanda.” I chuckled. “Clever. And what were you and Wanda up to in here?”
Her dark eyelashes fanned her cheeks as she lowered her eyes, knowing she was in trouble. “Getting off, Sir.”
I tsked. “Naughty girl. You were given very few rules, yet you saw fit to break one. What do you have to say for yourself?”
Flashing those brilliant baby blues at me, I could see it in her eyes—she knew a punishment was imminent. She wasn’t wrong. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
Shaking my head, I gripped the vibrating wand tighter, allowing the shockwaves to move up my forearm. Glancing at it, I noted that the setting was only at the second highest of four.Damn, this thing could really pack a punch. Perfect for what I had in mind.
If Lucy wanted to be a little brat and come without permission, fine. The punishment would fit the crime. I smiled to myself. Forced orgasm was hands down my favorite form of punishment for a submissive. By the end of the evening, Lucy would be begging me to stop the overwhelming pleasure I pulled from her body over and over again. If she could still form coherent thoughts by that point, that was.
“How many days have you been in this room, Princess?” I questioned, already knowing the answer.
