“Are you going to be a good girl for me, princess?”
She whimpers softly, her face crumpling a little as she nods.
“Then bend overand lift that dress.”
She turns and leans forward across the bed. She reaches back, pulling the multiple layers of tulle over her bare butt. I allow myself to stand there admiring the perfection of her ass and legs, taut from a lifetime of dancing. The muscles rippling under soft, creamy skin. Her tight, puckered, inviting asshole. The silken, pink lips of her pussy nestled between her thighs.
She’swet.
“Open your mouth.”
Evelina shivers, but does as she’s told. I slip the gold butt plug into her mouth.
“Get it nice and wet, princess.”
She whimpers as she eagerly sucks on the toy, coating it with her spit. It’s wet and glistening when I slip it from her lips and then crouch behind her.
Evelina’s spine snaps straight and a guttural, choked cry wrenches from her throat when I kiss her tight back hole and swirl my tongue around her ring.
“Vaughn…” she moans softly.
I press the plug against her slick hole and push. Evelina gasps sharply, her ass tensing. It’s atinybutt plug. But still.
That’s one tight little hole.
“Relax, princess,” I murmur, kissing one globe of her ass. “Let it in.”
She breathes deeply, visibly unclenching a little. I push again, and this time, the small plug slips inside. Evelina chokes out a gasp, her legs shaking as the plug adjusts inside her, the pink gem twinkling between her cheeks.
“Good girl.”
I have her step into the lacy panties, then I pull them up tight.
I can still see the little gem winking behind the thin strip of her thong, and my cockachesin my tuxedo pants.
Evelina’s trembling as she stands. Her face is crimson as I take her arm to walk her out.
“Shit…” she chokes when she takes her first step. She glances at me out of the corner of her eye. “I…I can feel it when I walk,” she whispers quietly.
“Good,” I growl as I lower my lips to her ear. “It'll remind you what mycockis going to feel like when it takes its place.”
30
EVELINA
Juxtaposition.
It’s the only word that comes to mind as Vaughn, lookinggorgeousin his fitted tuxedo, waltzes me around the grand ballroom of Château de Villargent.
Waltzes. Like, to an actual string quartet.
On the one hand, this feels like a fairytale. I’m wearingthemost princess dress in existence, dancing around a French château ballroom in the arms of a dashing Prince Charming. Every step is like a dream. Every time his blue eyes glint into mine through the black masks we’re wearing over the top halves of our faces, I feel a tingly flutter ripple through my chest.
On the other hand, I’ve watched this “Prince Charming” literally rip a man’s throat out in front of me.
He’s tied me up. Spanked me and slapped my face. Fucked me like I'm a complete whore and his own personal slut. And just earlier this evening, he threatened to fuck me in the ass withoutany preamble if I didn’t do as he said and let him insert that…thing in my ass.
And I have lovedevery secondof it.
