A man who I wanted, desperately, to make me come.
It was terrible, especially after the night before with his friends, and it made me feel so guilty, and dirty, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Actually, the harder I tried to get it out of my mind, the more it burrowed deeper, setting me ablaze inside with this pulsing need for him.
“I need to think about how I’m going to punish you for this.”
I shivered on the floor of my apartment, my back still to the closed door. All I could think about was what it’d be like to be punished by a man like that — a man with that kind of power, and dominance, and raw sexuality oozing from every single pore.
My body melted, the heat pulsing through me and the desire pooling between my legs. I panted, my hands drawing up my legs as they slowly spread. My skirt rode higher, and I thanked God that Emma was still at work as I pulled my pencil skirt up all the way. My fingers slid over the front of my absolutely soaked panties, feeling how sticky and wanting I was thinking of Prince Luke “punishing” me.
My fingers slid under the elastic, and I whimpered loudly as I felt my soft, dewy lips. I rolled a finger over my clit, moaning softly as I imagined the Prince commanding me to strip. To bare myself to him.
To bend over and submit to him.
I thought of his two friends too, and I only grew even more turned on. I imagined them watching as Prince Luke took his big cock out and slid it deep inside of my eager pussy.
I imagined them joining, and my cries began to fill the room.
It was so damn dirty, thinking of the three gorgeous, powerful, dominant men taking me like that, but I couldn’t stop, and I couldn’t back away from the fantasy. Two at once had been the most insanely hot sex I’d ever had — hotter than anything I’d ever imagined even.
Three?
Well, the idea of three princes making me theirs was so dirty, and wrong, and illicit that I moaned loudly as two fingers easily slid inside of my slick pussy. I moved my fingers faster and faster, imagining the three of them stripping down and surrounding me.
Touching me.
Tasting me.
Taking me.
My head dropped back against the door as I played with myself right there on the floor, my breath coming faster and faster and my whole body drowning in the filthy fantasy.
And then I thought of the tattoos, and I started to fall. I thought of the crown tattoos, and the club, and the “urban legend” of a place where this exact fantasy happened. Where three princes claimed a single woman, together.
And that’s just what I imagined. I pictured the three of them taking me all at once. Hands on my body, lips on my skin, and three big, throbbing, beautiful cocks filling me in every possible way.
My body shuddered, a cry caught in my throat, and my pussy clenched tight around my fingers as I went crashing over the edge. The orgasm rocked through me, leaving me a breathless, trembling, soaking wet mess on the apartment floor.
I was suddenly both absolutely terrified and absolutely hungering for what would happen when I saw Prince Luke again.
There was no one outside the Prince’s office doors the next day when I arrived. No grumpy Leon, no guards, nothing. Obviously, I’d been checked into the palace by security guards, and had passed all sorts of other palace residents and workers on the way here to the offices. But here, it was just me and the imposing wooden door.
I swallowed, nervously looking around. My fantasy after getting home the day before had been filthy. My dreams the night after had been far dirtier. In my dreams, the ways Prince Luke had punished me had me waking to soaked panties and a feverish brow.
Here, in the real world, I was suddenly far more nervous about what might be in store for me through these doors.
I took a deep breath, raised my fist, and knocked.
“Come.”
Come. Not “come in,” just come.
It felt like a promise.
The door swung open, and I stepped inside. I hadn’t been sure how to dress for that day. I mean, how do you dress when a gorgeous, dominant prince who happens to be your boss tells you you’re going to be punished the next day? What, should I have come in wearing sexy lingerie?
Nothing at all?
Instead, I’d come in with the usual office attire — another pencil skirt and blouse combo, with modest if not sexy heels, with my hair pulled up into a tight bun on my head.
Prince Luke sat behind his desk, leaning back in his chair with one hand stroking his chiseled jaw. His eyes burned fiercely into me as I stepped inside, standing there nervously with my hands toying with each other.
“Shut the door.”
I shivered as I turned, feeling his eyes all over my ass as I closed the doors to the room, and my fate. I turned back to see him positively throbbing with power behind his desk, his eyes all over me.
Slowly, he pushed his chair back from his desk, though he didn’t stand.
“Come here, Ms. Carlson.”
I swallowed, shivered nervously with a throb of raw excitement tingling through me as I stepped towards his desk.
“Around here,” he growled, beckoning.
I nodded, stepping around to the other side of his desk. He still hadn’t stood up, he just turned his chair to look at me.
“Have you ever been spanked, Ms. Carlson?”
My whole body shivered.
He couldn’t be serious, right? And what's more, I couldn’t seriously be about to step down this path, could I? Was I really about to do this, with my boss?
A freaking prince?
I knew I should have just walked away. Hell, run away, even if it meant finding another job. This was dangerous, and tempting, and that combination was a bad one.
I opened my mouth anyways, and there I went, stepping right over the edge and right into him.
“No, sir,” I whispered.
He grinned hungrily, his eyes stripping me bare.
“There’s a first time for everything,” he murmured, his eyes lingering over my body.
He looked up into my eyes, and crooked his finger.
“Come here, Ms. Carlson,” he growled. He pointed to his knee. “Right here.”
I bit my lip to hold the moan in as every single filthy fantasy from the night before came rushing back to replay in front of my eyes. I knew it was insane, but I found myself stepping forward, my pulse racing. My whole face flushed red as I draped myself over his muscled thighs, and I could hear him growl as his hand came to rest on the small of my back and the back of my knees.
“You were a filthy, naughty girl, weren’t you, Julia,” he purred, his voice making me literally whimper out loud as his hands stroked me. I was so insanely turned on, and so fucking wet I was sure he could feel it through my skirt and his suit pants.
This was absolutely insane. I was laying across a prince’s lap, about to get spanked.
…hardly a fairytale.