When I came out of the bathroom, she was waiting for me.
Wearing the ball gown. And the elbow-length gloves. And the tiara.
I was naked.
She stood near the foot of the bed. The lights were off, but she’d managed to find a few candles, which filled the room with low, flickering light. Her eyes traveled over my skin, lingering on my cock, which was already growing hard.
“Once upon a time, there was a princess trapped in a tower,” she said in a dreamlike, feminine voice. “Night after night, this unsullied maiden waited for her very own gentleman prince to come find her.”
“A gentleman prince, huh?” I moved closer to her.
She nodded. “She was certain her hero would be a prince—a tall, devastatingly handsome man with blue eyes and bulging biceps who rode up on a great white stallion.”
“A white stallion. Not a pickup truck?”
“He would climb the tower, fall to his knees, and ask for her hand. Then he would carry her down, and they would ride off into the sunset toward his castle on the hill.”
“Where they would, of course, live happily ever after.”
“Of course.” I peeled off one of her long gloves, tossed it aside. My cock was fully erect. “But you know that’s not who I am.”
“What?” Feigning shock, she put a hand over her heart. “Whatever do you mean, sir?”
“I didn’t ride up on a stallion. I don’t have any castle on a hill.” I peeled off the second glove and pulled it through my fist. “And I’m no gentleman prince.”
“Oh dear,” she pretended to fret, backing up until she hit the brick wall. “I’m quite afraid I’ve been found by the villain in my story. Sir, have you come to rescue me or . . . or sully me?”
“Both. Now turn around.”
She presented me with her back, and I thought of the evening two nights ago I’d unzipped her dress and run out of the room with a hard-on.
Tonight would go down differently.
Using one of her long satin gloves, I began to bind her wrists, which she obligingly held together for me.
“Struggle,” I whispered in her ear.
Trapped between me and the wall, she tried to wrench her arms free, but I was taller, stronger, and much more determined.
“Good girl.” I pressed up against her back, caging her in with my palms on the brick. The scent of her perfume filled my head. “Now I’m taking over this story, and the princess is going to do everything I say, or I’m leaving her in the tower forever.”
“No,” she said forcefully. “You’re cruel and vicious. I won’t let you have me.”
Even though I knew she was faking it, it was still hot as fuck. “You don’t have a choice, princess. Now turn around and get on your knees.”
She gasped. Then a whisper. “You’re good at this.”
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