Inside the suite fit for royalty, she gasps at the historic furniture, preserving the original spirit, but still ensuring today’s comfort. She runs toward the bed, hopping on it.
Her entire face lights up, and I pluck out my phone to snap a photo of her. I have two albums stored. One with dirty pictures and the one to preserve moments like this one when I capture her in a state of utter delight, making me feel like a better man than I am.
Jumping off it, she touches everything with finesse, before she halts in front of the window and looks at the gardens.
“You can’t top this...” she breathes out, entranced.
That’s a challenge I am eager to accept.
“Hmm, we’ll see.”
She rewards my confident statement with another bright smile before she rushes to change.
She wears a puffy pink dress and sandals. The golden jewelry decorates her neck, ears, and wrist. She looks stunning. A royalty of her own. But I’d find her exquisite even if she were a shopping bag.
She sashays to me as if walking on pure confidence. “This place deserves the best.”
“You being here makes it worthy.”
She tilts her head, a flirtatious gleam sparkling in her eyes. “Do you want to get in my panties?”
I cock my head, shoving my hands in my pants not to maul her. “Why? Would you stop me otherwise?”
“Would you take me even if I say no…”
This is a dangerous game. I don’t know who’s pushing whom to cross limits. I want to fulfill all her fantasies, so I say, “Run, hide, but I’ll still fuck you once I catch you. Cry no, while I fuck all the yesses from your mouth.”
“Mika…?” she asks, sounding unsure.
I cut the distance between us and lift her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Talk to me. I need your words, baby girl.”
A line digs between her brows. “Is this normal? That I want you to fuck me as if I have no choice…”
“Don’t question what’s normal.” I cup her face, needing to erase whatever plagues her. “Do you feel safe with me?”
Her face scrunches up. “I only feel safe with you. Don’t ask me that again.”
“That means you feel safe exploring that kink with me. You lived it once where you had no control. Now, you want to take back your power, change the outcome. It’s your scenario. See the difference?”
She nods, and I kiss the top of her head.
“You don’t think it’s sick?” she whispers.
I press my groin against her belly. “Does this feel sick?”
A peal of giggles rolls out of her. “No.”
“Good. Now let’s go put some food in your belly first.”
Thefirstcatches her attention. Her eyes widen into two liquid pools of desire.
Keeping her on edge makes me a bastard. I am perfectly aware of that, but I love to see her squirm, not knowing when it will happen. The moment I snap, and take her.
After lunch, we spent the next hours having a tour of the palace, sipping from glasses of champagne.
We’re now in the famous Hall of Mirrors. She stares amazed at the grand Baroque gallery. Impressive crystal chandeliers drip from the ceiling, with 357 mirrors surrounding us. The mirroredwalls reflect the gilded sculptures and intricate ceiling frescoes, making the room appear endless.
Her awed gasp echoes around us as she twirls around, trying to capture the impressions. I watch her enraptured––not caring if this could be the only glimpse of this place I’ll ever have. I wouldn’t lose the moment to watch her. Her reactions fascinate me more than anything else.
