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Her eyes light up with eagerness and I fight my smile. She loves this. She loves the graphic words, the straightforward actions, my bossiness in the bedroom. I understand that it makes the intensity between us easier for her. She can just follow my commands, give in to the pleasure, take what I say about how she makes me feel physically and not overthink anything, or guess, or wonder.
She comes forward and starts unbuttoning my shirt.
“Who do you belong to, Princess?"
I see her hesitate just a moment. She wants to say herself. She wants to push back. Or to tease. Or test me.
I reach up and cup her breast, flicking my thumb over the tip, then squeezing gently. "In this bedroom, when your body is on display, who do you belong to?"
She answers this time without hesitation. "You."
I slip my hand behind her neck and squeeze gently, bringing her close, so our lips are nearly touching. "That’s right. You're mine. And I don't want anything else in this beautiful head right now except me. How I touch you, how I make you feel, how I can consume your body with pleasure."
It might not be love, it might not be the same level of obsession, but I know how I make her feel physically. I know that how she feels with me can fill her mind with pleasure just as it does her body.
She nods. "Yes. Always you."
That's enough. For now.
I turn her so her back is against the door. This isn't going to be soft and sweet. This isn’t going to be making love. This is marking her, reminding her, claiming her.
"Open my pants. Take my cock out."
She reaches between us, and I feel the button then zipper on my pants give. She reaches past my boxers and strokes her small hand along my length. I grit my teeth.
I feel a clawing need. It's unlike the way I’ve felt with her before. In the past I've felt a nearly overwhelming desire, a lust that clamors for me to be with her. This is different. This isn't about my pleasure, so much as it is making her crazy. Reminding her that I am the only one who touches her like this. I'm the only one who can do this to her.
“I'm going to fill you up again. And you're going to sleep like that. Your thighs sticky and your pussy dripping with me."
She takes a shuddering breath. "Oh my god."
I lean in and kiss her neck then suck gently, then bite down not as gently. She gasps, then groans.
"I’m going to mark you, Abigail. You're mine, and no matter what else fills your head or your heart, no matter what else stirs your passions, or excites your mind, at night in this bed it’s me. On my desk, over the back of the couch, in the shower, wherever I want you, I will take you over and over and over. I will fill up your body and your thoughts, at least during these hours we have together."
"Torin—"
I sense that she wants to ask me what I'm talking about because there is obviously more meaning behind my words, but I cover her mouth with my hand. "No. You’ve said enough tonight. All I want to hear from you is yes, Torin, or my Prince. Or, sir, if you'd like. I'll even allow Your Highness. But yeses and my name or title. That's it."
Her eyes are wide and she's looking at me with surprise and a touch of confusion. But she's not afraid. She knows I will never hurt her.
I run my hand to the front of her throat and lower my mouth to the side of her neck again sucking hard enough to make a mark. I press her back against the door and keep one hand on her throat as I scoop up under her ass with my other hand. She’s light enough, but she also helps by lifting her legs so getting her weight shifted against the wood behind her and her thighs wrapped around my waist takes very little effort.
"The only word you need to stop me is no. If you don't stop me, I'm going to try to make that crown fall off your beautiful head,” I tell her gruffly.
I see the heat flash in her eyes.
"Yes, Your Highness." Then there’s a spark of mischief when she adds, “Please.”
A word I did not give her permission to use.
But she knows I fucking love it.
She's slick and hot and ready for me. I slide home immediately, filling her completely.
She moans, her head falling back against the door. Her crown slips a little but stays on her head.
And it’s such a goddamned turn on to fuck her with that thing on her head.
