I glanced at her face and found her looking away from me. “Princess, look at me,” I said, keeping my voice gentle. I might have scared her.
When she turned to face me, I said, “I like your body. Alot. I got harder seeing your breasts in nothing but a plain bra. They are perfect.”
She pursed her lips like she didn’t believe me. That was okay. As long as she knew she was beautiful as she was, it was okay.
But I still wanted to make her feel sexy.
“Can I remove your bra?” I asked, leaning over and kissing her when she nodded. “Thank you, Princess.”
I pressed soft kisses on her neck and unhooked her bra before removing each strap. I swallowed at the sight of her hard peaks and flushed tits. My mouth was watering at the sight of them and I was sure she could feel me twitch against her thigh by the look on her red face.
“Don’t wear something revealing until this disappears,” I said to her and took the marker.
“W-what?” she asked, her voice barely audible.
I pressed the cold tip of the marker against her pale skin and moved it. She shivered and goosebumps appeared as I decorated her pretty tits and wrote ‘Daddy’s Princess.’ I kissed her nipple, biting it gently before pulling away to admire my artwork.
“Fucking hell, gorgeous,” I said, cupping my crotch to give some relief to my throbbing boner. “Do you mind if I take a picture of you?”
I wasn’t into exhibition, but right at that moment, I wanted to show everyone what a good girl my Princess was.
She nodded shakily, and I took out my phone to snap a picture of her. Ideally, I would have liked to take a photo on her phone for the added security, but it wasn’t charged and I wanted to commemorate this memory.
“Look how pretty you look,” I said, helping her up to see herself in the mirror.
23
THAT’S IT?
CHELSEA
Blood rushed my cheeks seeing his neat scrawl on my skin in pink. My right breast had the word ‘Daddy’s’ and the word ‘Princess’ on my left one. My nipples were hard and flushed more than my face. I swallowed, seeing the smoldering flame of desire in his eyes when he stood behind me.
Sean was hard, his bulge pressing against my lower back, and I would be lying if the sight of him eyeing the words he had written on my breasts didn’t turn me on. They looked pretty.
“I know it’s selfish of me,” he started, his hands resting on my waist and looking at me from the reflection of the mirror, “But I never want you to wash that off.”
My eyes widened at his confession. I knew it was insane, but I wished it would never wash off. Even if it meant giving up wearing cute dresses with low cleavage. I enjoyed seeing myself labeled ashisPrincess.
It made my skin hum with pleasure. Iwantedhim to bend me over my pink bed and fuck me.
The surrounding air seemed electrified, and I anticipated his next move. But Sean kissed my hair and hooked my bra, lowering the top. I frowned at him when he patted my hair. “Your mom’s waiting for you.”
That’s it?
He raised his brow, and I covered my mouth. I must have said that out loud.
“You want more, Princess?” He mused, his eyes glittering in the dark.
I looked away, biting my lip and stepped back, putting space between us. “H-how did you find me?” I asked, crossing my arms.
He didn’t know where my mom’s house was. I never told him about it or that I had left Los Angeles urgently.
He ran a hand through his hair, and I tried my best not to ogle at the sexy stretch of his shirt over his muscles or his handsome face.
“I paid your roommate and the manager at the club to find you.” Sean cocked his head, his hands in pockets. “He told me you left urgently with a suitcase, and she told me you took your cut from the auction and left.”
When I get back, I have to scold Rory.
