Real Princesses Carry Whips.

My hands came up of their own accord to cup her face, gripping her- not tenderly, but with the desperate urgency of a man who knew his control wasn’t going to last. I forced her backwards until my knuckles touched the wall, then pressed a little further, enjoying the pressure. 

 

She’s going to take everything from you.

 

The thought made my heart quicken. I kissed her harder, making her moan into my mouth. Her fingers tightened in my hair, her other hand pulling me closer by my belt until I could feel her against every inch of me. I gasped as she bit my lip and the sudden spark of anger made me growl. I drew away, breathing hard, pain making me brave- and slammed her against the wall. The dark satisfaction I got from hearing the gasp it elicited was short-lived. The fleeting look of surprise that had coloured her beautiful features vanished- melting into something dark, and predatory.  Nothing in the scene had changed; I was still holding her wrists above her head, using my body weight to keep her pinned to the wall. We were both breathing hard, staring at one another, beyond words. I was still the physically stronger party.

But I was being devoured. 

 

With every passing second I was losing more of myself in her eyes- blue and huge in her pale, narrow face. The kind of iridescent blue-grey that when you’re close enough, you can see constellations in. And fuck, I was more than close enough. Her pupils reminded me of black holes, or the blank stare of a shark. I had missed it in the bar but they had a peculiar, almost imperceptible slant, lending her an almost feline grace.

 

You’re going to let her take everything from you. 

 

“Careful, darling…” She stretched out the syllables; almost purring around the half-smile playing about her lips. The dark glint of amusement in her eyes finished the warning- or was it a challenge?- for me. I swallowed, fighting a growing insecurity. What the hell was happening? I was a thirty year old man, I’d fucked my way through enough women to know what I was doing. I thought I could have this little girl screaming with my fingers in five minutes, begging for my cock in ten. I’d planned to pin her to the mattress and take her like a bitch whilst her screams permeated the thin hotels walls. 

 

The reality, however, was that I was entertaining her. 

 

My hands shook around her delicate wrists; I felt my face flush with embarrassment and I glared heatedly at her, a large part of me wanting to smack the smug, knowing expression off her face. 

 

“Don’t call me darling, you condescending little bitch”- I began, my words sharp with an anger more biting than I’d felt in years.  

 

My voice cut off as the woman underneath me whipped one of her wrists from my slackened grip, and  wrapped her fingers around my throat. My head snapped backwards, yielding to the pressure of her hand- light enough that I could breathe, but enough to put a pressure on my windpipe that demanded my absolute attention. Stunned, I shut up immediately. 

 

For moment, neither of us said anything. She had suspended time with the same quiet, unflinching confidence with which she was holding my athletic, over six foot frame with a single slender hand. My frozen body went into overdrive. My palm burned where it gripped her arm. In the deafening silence I became aware of the closeness of our bodies; the way one thigh curved around mine, the hardness of her stomach muscles contrasting with the hardness of what was obviously a metal piercing. How the cut of her dress revealed just enough of her breasts to make my mouth water- and how, if I had any control over my head, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from kissing them. Kissing her.  

 

I clenched my teeth in a last, desperate effort to hide the effect she had on me. Her infuriating smile was fast dissolving any will power I had. She looked at me expectantly, raising an eyebrow when I didn’t react. Unbidden, my grip loosened; my arms dropping to my sides. Under her gaze I felt like a teenager. But god, that eyebrow… 

 

“That’s better.” She murmured. I could barely hear her over the sound of blood roaring through my ears.

She was barely more than a teenager. So why did her approval send such a jolt of pleasure through my body? 

 

Whether it was the restriction of air or something else, I didn’t know, but I felt dizzy. I felt the pressure around my throat increase slightly as her body leant against mine. I yielded meekly and let her guide me backwards. When my calves encountered the bed I sat with numb obedience. 

 

She stood before me and I stared up at her, feeling more powerfulness than I had since I’d been a fumbling virgin. My hands reached for her, eager to touch the tight black dress that had tormented me all through dinner, aching to run my hands over the curve of her hip, her delectable ass- every inch I could possibly touch. She lightly smacked my hands away before I got anywhere near, however; her expression playful, but retaining the danger I’d glimpsed earlier. The way she held herself above me left no doubt that she was planning something. After everything that had happened in the evening, I was more inclined to believe that she had planned everything in advance. 

 

“Hands off, darling…”  she said, and I found myself nodding mutely. The sensual murmur of her voice complimented the soft lighting and the quietly assured luxury of the hotel room. I spent my life in these kinds of suites, paid for on the business. Ignoring the same conference calls. Drinking the same alcohol from the minibar. Fucking the same generic blondes. 

 

Stepping back silently, the woman in front of me held my eyes as she took hold of the hem of her dress, and slowly teased it up her thighs. I caught sight of the patterned tops of her suspenders, held up by silk clips, and swallowed hard. The ache that had been growing in the pit of my stomach started to spread over my body. My cock twitched, growing harder as the dress was pulled up further- exposing the garter belt and underwear beneath. The smooth, taut skin of her stomach looked white against the black silk and the blood-red stone of her piercing. Backlight by the bed lamps her ribs were indented against her flawless skin. I counted them as they were revealed, only realising I’d forgotten to breathe when I started to gasp. 

 

“Holy fuck, baby.” I breathed as she dropped the dress to the floor, tipping her hip slightly as she watched my expression with silent humour. She knew exactly how incredible her body was, how the sight of it made me weak. I wanted to slide off the bed and plant kisses all over her stomach. For the first time in my life, I was a foot away from a girl who could put me on my knees and every fibre of my being ached to do it. 

 

“Touch”. The single word held such authority, and I was so eager to oblige that I did so immediately, with more enthusiasm than my lingering pride was comfortable with. I was no longer listening to it, anyway. 

 

My knees hit the carpet as my mouth found her stomach, my hands cupping her ass to steady her as I relished the taste of her skin. Underneath my hands I felt her arch her back, and her fingers threaded into my hair, holding me to her. 

 

I knew minutes had passed where I lost myself but it felt like seconds later that she was tugging my hair, tilting my head up to look at her. Our eyes locked and I began to sink into the stars of hers again. 

 

“You want me, darling.” She told me. I nodded. “How much?”

“So, so much…” I swallowed, running my hands over her hips again, savouring the sensation of touching her. 

 

Holding my head again- sending a jolt through my body- she bent and kissed me softly, and whispered, “Show me how much.” 

 

I started to unfasten the suspenders clips but my fingers, numb from adrenaline, fumbled over them until she swatted my hands away with a dissatisfied frown. Her irritation made me feel inadequate and I ducked my head before I could stop myself, confused at the anxiety puncturing my arousal. I ached to turn her disappointment into pleasure. 

 

“I want to show you, baby.” I whisper hoarsely. “Let me …let me please you.” 

 

Her slender fingers ran over her skin, drifting over her stomach to the clips. I watched her flick them open easily, confidently where I had struggled. Trembling slightly but beyond caring, I teased the underwear down her legs and pulled her towards me. The sound of surprised pleasure she made as she felt my tongue was delicious; the way she bucked against my mouth, gripping the back of my neck to hold me fast, made me harder than I’d ever been in my life. I cupped her ass, pulling her closer as I savoured the taste. I wanted to make her scream louder than she ever had. 

 

So why was I shaking?