But I believed him.
2
PRINCESS
SEAN
It wasn’t ideal to have a meeting with my colleague at a strip club, but it was private, cozy with perfect drinks and pretty women.
Especiallyher.
My hand ran through her silky, soft strands of golden hair. She was tense in the beginning, but after a few minutes, she had relaxed, being a good girl and kneeling for me.
I didn’t make strangers kneel for me, but it had been such a long time since I played with someone. The broken engagement still stung, and I hadn’t gone on dates my mom set up for me (even though I’m in my forties) or took anyone home for play.
But there was something innocent, yet carefree, about her.
I wanted to protect her.
Keep her all to myself.
That’s why I held myself back from tying her up when I first saw her move about in the club. Unaware of the lusty and leery gazes from both men and women. I wanted her—not to have sex with her—but like some spoiled child wanting an exotic pet.
She was pretty, and I wanted her to be my good pet.
“And what about the allegations…” Derek, my friend and law firm partner, let his sentence hang in the air. Together, we had built a practice that catered to an exclusive clientele—millionaires who could afford our premium services. That particular case involved a messy divorce. We were sifting through our client’s exchanges with her ex-partner, trying to determine if he had been unfaithful during their marriage.
The meeting lasted for half an hour more, and I could feel her shifting on her knees ever so slightly, making my dick twitch.
I was a sadist, but I wanted to make sure she was okay.
“I’ll see what I can find and get back to you soon,” Derek said, buttoning his suit and standing up. He eyed the girl on my side and shook his head at me. He was a sweet guy. He didn’t understand my taste, and that was fine. I watched him leave and set my iPad and files in my leather bag.
“You okay, Princess?” I asked her, her breaths even. I could see her cleavage and—fuck me, she wasn’t wearing a bra. My jaw clenched seeing her flushed skin and the light perspiration.
“I…” she blinked at me, her eyes glassy. She licked her pouty lips before replying, “I’m fine.”
She wasn’t fine.
“Can I place you on my lap?” I asked her and gathered her in my arms after she nodded. Settling her on my thigh, I tucked a lock of hair behind her ear so I could see her flustered face. “Now, tell me how are you feeling without lying to me.”
Her eyes were striking blue and nose dainty. Her lips moved. “I feel strange.” Her voice was whisper soft, and I wanted to hear it more.
“Strange how, sweet girl?” I asked, wishing she’d meet my eyes instead of staring at her lap. “Was it a good strange or a bad strange?”
Later. I would reprimand her later if she wished so.
Small frown gathered on her forehead as she tried to find words for what she felt. I wanted to rub her back, soothe her, and make her comfortable, but I didn’t want to overwhelm her by touching her more. Especially when the dress was held by thin straps at the back.
“I don’t know. It felt nice. I liked it somehow,” she rambled, her eyes finally lifting to my face. I held my breath when they landed on my lips and the thin glasses.
“That’s good.” I rubbed her knee with my thumb, just caressing her warm skin lightly, and smiled. “You did well, Princess.”
“Why do you call me that?” She asked, her eyes trailing from my hand cupped around her knee to my face.
“It suits you.” I hummed. “You’re pretty with a doll-like face, and you’re an obedient girl who likes to please people.”
A strange emotion passed through her eyes.
