He pulls me closer, our bodies pressed together. Moving slowly, he starts to guide me, as if we’re dancing the tango. My head is light, heat pooling in my cheeks as he leads me effortlessly, like I’m a princess in his arms.
He moves me like I’m his. Like I’m worth something in his hands. And just like that, his seduction begins anew, drawing me deeper into his web.
“The king dances with you, holding you in his strong arms. As he pulls you closer, he tells you that you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.”
The hand that had been resting on my hip slides upward. He gently tangles his fingers in my hair, gripping it just enough to tilt my head back, lifting my chin as high as it will go. My eyes are still closed, but I can feel his dark eyes burning into me even through the blindfold.
He keeps moving, guiding me as he continues, “He tells you it’s a shame—a tragedy, even—that a woman of such extraordinary beauty has been kept in a cage. You deserve freedom, he tells you. The thrill of being kissed along the Seine in France. The wind playing with your hair in the Swiss mountains. The burning passion of making love on the sun-kissed beaches of Spain.”
He pauses, letting his words sink in, giving me time to paint the picture in my mind.
“And for the rest of the night, he doesn’t say a word. He just stares into your eyes. And that’s when you see something in the depths of his dark gaze, something you don’t recognize. Something that pulls you toward him like a magnet.”
My lips are parted, my breathing uneven. “What is it?”
I feel his wet kiss on the curve of my ear as he breathes, “Lust.”
I clutch him tighter, nails digging into his skin, swallowing hard. Every inch of me is on fire and the ache between my thighs is getting unbearable
He lifts his head from my shoulder. “And now, it’s night, and you’re in your room. You’re lying on your bed, with nothing on.”
As he says it, I realize he’s untying the sash of the robe, letting it slide off my shoulders. I’m so caught in the spell of his words that I don’t protest. When my legs brush against the sheets, I understand we’ve reached the bed again.
He lays me down so gently, like I’m something breakable. I can’t see him, but I feel him hovering over me, his presence heavy and consuming. He takes my hand, guiding my fingertips down the length of my body, tracing the heat of my skin with a reverence that makes my breath catch.
“You touch yourself for the first time…thinking only of him.”
As my hand moves to my breasts, my fingers slide inside my bra, and that’s when I realize he’d already unhooked it without me noticing. The bra is loose under my touch.
He keeps telling his story. “You cup your breasts, thinking of him.”
Without him needing to ask, I do exactly that, squeezing gently as a soft, helpless moan slips out.
He pulls the straps of my bra down my arms, sliding it completely off, but I no longer care. All I want is more. I want to drink deeper from this maddening pleasure.
He guides my hand lower, slipping it into my panties. My clit is throbbing wildly, radiating heat. I spread my legs as far as they will go. God… what is he doing to me?
“With thoughts of his hands on your skin, you massage yourself.”
He takes my two fingers and guides them, showing me exactly how to move—slow, tight circles right where I’m most sensitive. The pleasure is so intense it almost hurts, something I never knew a body could feel.
“Good girl. Just like that.”
My moans keep getting louder, filling the room. But not even the sound of my own voice can pull me out of the trance I’m in.
I feel the lace sliding down my hips, then my thighs. He’s taken my panties off. I’m still massaging myself when he does something that steals my breath entirely, his tongue brushes over my slit.
A sharp jolt shoots through me. I jerk away, but his hands clamp down on my hips, pinning me to the bed.
He moves up, his mouth right next to my ear. His voice comes out rough, strained. “Don’t be scared, Princess. Your king risked everything—getting caught, tortured, killed—just to have you. The most beautiful woman in the fucking world.”
His lips graze mine, soft and damp. My heart is pounding so hard I feel it everywhere. His lips feel warm…dangerous…impossible to resist.
I’ve never been kissed. And now I don’t want to fight it. God, I can’t.
He whispers again, his voice low and sinful, “You want your king, Princess? The man who risked everything…whose cock is aching for you?”
Tears well up in my eyes from the overwhelming pressure building inside me. He cradles my face with both hands, his touch rough as he strokes me with an intensity that borders on violence.
