“Talon—”
“Get on your knees for me, Princess. Right now.”
The command is so unexpected, so perfectly timed, that it shocks my racing thoughts into momentary silence.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
He steps back, and I can see the outline of him in the darkness, see the way he’s looking at me with absolute certainty.
My breath catches. “We’re at my father’s inaugural dinner?—”
“I don’t give a fuck where we are.” His hand moves to his belt, fingers resting on the buckle. “You need to get out of your head. You need something to focus on that isn’t the spiral, so I’m going to give you that. Now, crawl to me, Princess.”
“Someone could walk in?—”
“Door’s locked. And even if it wasn’t, I’d let them watch. Now, stop arguing and crawl to me before I drag you here myself.”
The authority in his voice, the absolute confidence that he knows exactly what I need right now, cuts through the last of my resistance.
I drop to my hands and knees on the plush carpet.
The carpet is soft under my palms as I crawl toward him, feeling the emerald silk of my dress pull tight across my thighswith each movement. The physical act of submission, of moving toward him on my hands and knees, forces me into my body and out of my spiraling mind.
“That’s it, look at you—the President’s daughter—crawling for me in her designer dress. Fucking perfect.”
Talon’s hand slides into my hair when I reach him. “Eyes on me, Mara. Nothing else matters right now except making me feel good. Can you do that for me?”
I nod, throat too tight for words.
“Use your words, Princess.”
“Yes, I can do that.”
“That’s my perfect girl.” His free hand works his zipper down, and even in the dim light, I can see he’s already hard. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to take my cock in that pretty mouth of yours, and you’re going to focus on nothing but the taste of me, the weight of me, the way I feel sliding down your throat. And every time your brain tries to spiral, tries to think about anything else, you’re going to refocus on me. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
The honorific slips out before I can stop it, and I feel him go impossibly harder in his hand.
“Fuck, I love when you call me that.” He guides himself to my lips. “Open.”
I part my lips, and he slides inside slowly, giving me time to adjust.
His hand tightens slightly in my hair. “That’s it. Just like that. Focus on me, Princess. Feel how hard I am for you. Taste me.”
I hollow my cheeks, taking him deeper, and the spiral in my head quiets another degree. Here, on my knees, with Talon’shand in my hair and his cock in my mouth, I don’t have to think about the questions or the lies.
“Breathe through your nose,” he instructs.
I moan around him, the vibration making him groan, and his praise washes over me like warm water.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this—on your knees for me, letting me use this perfect mouth. This is where you belong, Princess. Not out there, pretending to be someone you’re not. You belong right here, being exactly who you are.”
