“Who’s in control, my lovely sub? Who’s the boss?” He stroked her lightly.
Jaimie panted and whimpered as he continued to tease her, with one finger at her clit and two brushing the slick opening to her pussy.
“Answer me.”
“You are.”
“That’s right. I’m in control.” He slid his fingers inside her. “And I’m going to bring you to the edge over and over and not let you come.”
Jaimie’s hips pumped against his fingers as they thrust in and out of her. His finger on her clit pressed then released, a steady beat that tore guttural moans from her.
“Please,” she begged, fighting to keep her body from splintering apart.
“Not yet, my naughty slut.” He stepped back, pulled her around to face him. “Lift your leg.” He tapped her left leg, lifted, and set it on the back of the bench.
Staring into his gleaming eyes, Jaimie panted, her body on fire, eager to see what he had planned. When he got down onto his knees, she whimpered. He had the sexiest mouth and the slickest tongue, and he knew how to pleasure her with both. His dark head against her blond curls pleased her more than it should. God, if only this man were truly her prince. She had the feeling he had set the bar impossibly high for any other man.
“You’d better hold on, princess,” he warned, glancing up at her.
Jaimie drew in a deep breath as his fingers parted her, sliding up her wet lips, opening her for his hungry gaze.
“You are so wet, so pink. Like strawberry ice cream. Do you like ice cream, Cinderella?”
His breath on her flesh was driving her crazy. “Yes!”
“Are you a licker?” He licked her pussy. “Or a biter?”
Jaimie gasped when he nipped her on one soft fold. “What?” How did he expect her to think, let alone talk when his face was pressed against her pussy?
He pulled back. “Do you lick your ice cream cone, swirling your tongue around the treat, or do you start at the top and bite into the ice cream?”
“I—I lick.”
“Good because I’m going to lick you and taste you.”
At the touch of his tongue lazily licking her up her slit and down, Jaimie forgot about being in the open, didn’t care if anyone happened upon them. She wanted what this man would and could give her. Each swirl of his tongue ramped up her need, but it wasn’t enough.
Feeling him edging close to her slit, she tensed. One hand held the back of the bench, the fingers of her other hand were tangled in his hair. Each time she thought his tongue was going to slide across her clit, he stopped and reversed directions.
“Noooo!” She bucked her hips forward, trying to get him to take her completely.
“I think you are melting, my sweet princess” His tongue slid around the entrance to her pussy, lapping up her juices. His fingers shifted, his thumbs brushing the sides of her clit as he pushed her lips apart further, exposing her aching nub.
“Please, Sir.”
“Please Sir, what?”
“Lick me—” A low scream escaped when the end of his tongue touched the tip of her clit.
“Like this?” Again, he touched her, his tongue swirling around and over her.
“Yes!” She was ready for the assault of his tongue to her clit, but he pulled back and stood.
“Not going to be that easy, princess.”
Jaimie wanted to cry. She wanted to scream and beg. He closed in, tipped her chin up, and kissed her, hard and deep. She tasted her essence on him and clung to him as he devoured her mouth. His tongue dominated hers, and his lips drew her tongue into his mouth.
She realized that they really hadn’t kissed during their time together. His kiss was possessive, demanding, and left no doubt as to who was in charge. His hands gripped her head, his fingers tangled in her hair, pulling lightly. She leaned into him, her arms holding him tight, her fingers weaving in and out of his hair and over the elastic of his mask.
With a harsh moan, he tore off her mask and pulled back. “Take off my mask, Cinderella. I want to see you when I make you scream. I want you to see me, see what you do to me.”
Holding her breath, Jaimie slid the mask up and off. And there he was. Her handsome prince with the most gorgeous face she’d ever seen. Thick, long black lashes framed those teal eyes. His nose and firm jaw with a deep cleft, smooth, honey-tanned skin made him the best-looking male she’d ever seen.
“You truly are a prince,” she said, running her fingers across each feature. “I love your eyes.” Right now, they were smoky with desire, and the intensity of his stare promised a ride to heaven.
Working quickly, he slid a condom down his engorged shaft, then his hands returned to her breasts. He pinched and played with her nipples until she moaned, then his palms were on her ass. “Hold on, princess.” He lifted her.
Jaimie wrapped her legs around him and cried out as he slid into her in one smooth stroke. In. Out. Slow and steady. Each inhale and exhale was a soft pant, echoed by his raspy breaths. His fingers dug into her ass, lifting her, pulling her back onto his cock. His mouth claimed hers once more. His hips stilled as he consumed her in a kiss unlike any she’d ever had. It was as though some hidden passion had broken free.
Her pussy throbbed around his cock, buried deep. Feeling a bit faint, she realized she wasn’t breathing. He totally consumed her. She gasped for air, heard his sharp inhale. He dropped to his knees, laid her on her back and shifted over her, his mouth claiming hers again, then he blazed a path across her jaw, nipping and tasting all the way down her throat to each breast, teasing and taunting.
She wiggled her hips impatiently. His pubic bone pressed against her aching clit. “Fuck me,” she cried out.
As though in a daze, he lifted his head. What she saw in his eyes took her breath away, but before she could even process the raw desire and maybe something a bit more, he pulled her legs over his shoulders and leaned over her.
“Hard and fast.” He pulled out then drove into her.
Jaimie cried out. Her body was raw with need. Each stroke sent pleasure so intense it nearly hurt. “Yes. Harder.” God, she needed him. Only he could send her flying. She was moaning and gasping, his voice joining hers.
“Scream for me, princess. Tell me you want me.”
“I want you! I need you. God!” With one hard thrust, he sent her over. She screamed, pleased beyond belief when his loud yell joined hers.
Chapter Five
The sun was low over the horizon when Jaimie stepped out of the carriage that had picked her up from the cottage. She was excited and nervous. She’d never attended a ball before, and from what Lucy had told her, it was an honest-to-God ball, the real deal, not just a fancy party. The front door opened.
“Evening, miss,” Hastings greeted. “Are you enjoying yourself?”
Wishing she could act nonchalant, as though she rode in carriages and conversed with butlers every day, she could only nod shyly. “Yes. I’m enjoying myself very much.”
He smiled kindly. “Then the weekend is a success. Please follow Mary. She’ll take you to your room.” He bowed, then added, “Enjoy tonight’s ball.”
Following the maid in her simple gray dress with white trim up a curving staircase and down several corridors, Jaimie hoped someone would return to show her the way to the ballroom. The mansion was huge.
“Here you go, miss.”
Jaimie stepped into a large suite. To her surprise and delight, Lucy was sitting in one of the chairs. She jumped up and ran toward her. Jaimie hugged her friend, then they were giggling like schoolgirls.
Lucy stepped back and studied her friend. “Well? Are you having a good time?”
“Oh, my god, Luc!” She dropped dramatically into an overstuffed chair. “I cannot believe this.”
Grinning, Lucy sat across from her and leaned forward. “Are you having fun?”
“How could I not? The sex is fantastic. I never thought it could be this good.” That was the truth. She’d never been so well and
truly fucked since losing her virginity at sixteen to Robby Mathews. She grinned. “No need to ask if you’re having fun.” Jaimie felt her face flush. She still felt embarrassed at having seen Lucy in such an intimate act.
Lucy’s eyes were bright with mischief. “You were there?”
“You didn’t know?”
“I only knew that there would be people watching.” She shrugged. “It was one of my fantasies.” She leaned back with a sigh. “It really turned me on to hear everyone coming when I did.” She giggled. “You’re blushing.”
Wrinkling her nose, Jaime rolled her eyes. “Well, yeah, I’ve never—” She laughed. “I’ve never done any of this before.”
Lucy took Jaimie’s hands in hers. “You’re not mad at me, are you? You were so unsatisfied, especially after that jerk, Mike. I wanted to show you there are men out there who can please you.”
“God, Lucy, if I’m pleased any more, you might have to carry me away on a stretcher. My muscles are so sore from all this—activity.”
“Good thing we get to indulge in a nice, long massage.”
“Really?”
“Yep, get ready to be pampered.” She stood.
Jaimie followed her into the bedroom, then into the dressing area that was as big as the bedroom in her tiny apartment. Two tables were set up. “Wow.”
The next few hours were, in Jaimie’s mind, every bit as good as the sex. Lucy had not exaggerated. First, they’d soaked in a Jacuzzi large enough to hold four adults, and then had massages, their nails and hair done, and even make up applied. A light supper had been delivered to them as well.
Wearing an ice-blue confection of silk, satin, lace, and ruffles, she could only stare at the woman in the mirror. She not only looked like Cinderella, but she felt as though she were truly a princess. Her blonde hair had been artfully piled on top of her head with glittering combs and topped by an equally glittering tiara. She narrowed her eyes at her necklace, touched the stone, and hoped it was costume jewelry because the diamond and sapphire pendant, if real, had to be worth a fortune!
Across the room, Lucy was helped into a blood-red gown with a flowing, silk cape. “You look wonderful, Luc.”
Lucy twirled in front of the mirror. “And you really look like a princess, Jaimie.” She sighed. “I can’t believe this weekend is almost over.”
“Yeah, when the clock strikes twelve, it’s back to reality.” No more princes for her. She smiled at her reflection. She still had all night, and she planned to make the most of it.
“Your shoes, miss.”
Turning, she held out her hand, then gasped. “Glass?” The three-inch heels and soles felt like glass. The upper was a series of silver straps.
“But of course, miss. If you’ll sit, I’ll help you.”
Jaimie sat and let the maid fuss over her. When the sound of a gong sounded in the room, she glanced around. “What is that?”
Lucy joined her. “That my friend, means the ball is starting. Ready to go find our men?”
“You bet.” Jaimie donned her mask. She was more than ready to be reunited with her prince.
Hand in hand, they followed one of the maids down to the main staircase. There was a line of guests, all women, all in elaborate gowns. She spotted Little Bo Peep in a white ball gown and assumed her men were downstairs.
One at a time, each woman walked down the stairs. When they reached the bottom, they were announced. In front of her, Lucy picked up the hem of her gown and headed down. Hastings, in his deep, authoritative voice, called out, “Little Red Riding Hood.”
Lucy’s wolf, handsome as sin in a black tux stepped forward, hand out. Together, the striking couple headed for the ballroom.
Taking a deep breath, praying she wouldn’t trip, Jaimie picked up her skirts and headed down the wide, curving staircase. She nearly stumbled when she spotted her prince. He wore an elaborate tunic in a deep, royal blue. Both tunic and pants were trimmed with gold. A cloak, fastened around his neck, flowed behind him when he stepped forward. He truly looked like a prince. Her prince. His mask hid his beautiful eyes but not the pleased gleam in the teal depths. He held out his hand.
Jaimie took it, then sighed when he kissed her fingers.
“You are beautiful,” he breathed.
Staring at his full, sensual lips and catching a glimpse of his twinkling eyes, Jaimie curtsied. “Thank you. May I say you are a very handsome prince?”
“You may.” He turned and led her toward the music. “Ready to dance?”
“All night,” she whispered as he led her into a room glittering with light.
Stepping into the ballroom, Jaimie felt as though she’d stepped into another time and place. She blinked against the unexpected brightness. A glance up revealed four huge chandeliers. She gasped at the ornate, domed ceiling that reminded her of an old-world cathedral, complete with images of a life hundreds of years in the past when balls were a regular occurrence.
Her prince guided her further inside. “Shall we dance?”
Jaimie winced. “I’m not a very good dancer.” At least, not at this type of formal dancing. The music sounded like a waltz. Now, if the musicians broke out into a fast beat, she could move with the best.
“Follow my lead.”
Listening to his instructions, Jaimie found she could actually follow him without stepping on his toes too many times.
“Relax.”
Jaime found that wasn’t so hard to do. Held by her prince, she laughed in sheer delight when he swung her around the ballroom, past the orchestra that occupied one end and tables laden with refreshments at the other end. Columns framed doorways set along both sides, allowing easy entrance and exit, and chairs were set in small, cozy groupings. “Wow! This is incredible.”
Beneath her heels, the wood floor gleamed, and around her, other couples swung past. The gowns the women wore were every bit as beautiful as hers, and the men in their tuxes were handsome indeed. No one wore leather or wielded their whips or wore skimpy, revealing skirts. Jaimie felt as though she’d been enchanted. Maybe the rich and famous actually enjoyed lavish parties like this, but for her, a night of dancing usually meant a dimly lit bar and gyrating hips bumping and grinding.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” The music had ended, and he led her toward one of the tables.
Jaimie grinned. “Hell, yes. How could I not?” She accepted a glass of wine and eyed her prince. “You are a great dancer.”
He gathered her close. “Just a great dancer?”
“You’re pretty good in the bedroom, too.”
He bent and nuzzled her ear. “Only pretty good?” His voice was a growl.
Giggling, enjoying the lighthearted flirting, Jaimie turned her head so his lips brushed hers. “We’ll add pretty incredible to the list.”
“Better. And when the clock strikes twelve, I’ll prove just how incredible I can be.” He leaned down, his lips close to her ear. “There’s a swing hanging from a tree right out back. I’m going to make you sit on it naked and swing you on and off my hard cock. Then we’re both going to sit on that nice wide bench, and I’ll fuck you while we sway with the wind.”
His low, knee-buckling baritone voice slid through her like honey dripping down the trunk of a tree. Jaimie flushed when he mentioned an intriguing position called the kneeling fox, which he promised would give her a fantastic G-spot orgasm followed by the melody maker, then some dirty dancing and ending with a lazy bout of loving in the spider position.
Were those positions even possible? Damn, she hoped they were. The musicians, who’d taken a break, started back up with a romantic tune full of weeping violins with ribbons of deep longing from the bass woven in.
“Shall we?” Her prince held out his hand, took her glass, and set it down, then escorted her back into the throng of dancing couples.
The slow dance allowed her to feel her prince. His arms held her close, his breath whispered across her face, and his heart beat seductively against her ear. Jaimie could dance l
ike this forever. But all too soon, the orchestra changed back to a waltz, and she spotted Lucy with her wolf whirling around the floor.
They looked as though they were professional ballroom dancers. Maybe Lucy could give her lessons so if she ever attended another party at Pleasure Manor, she’d be a better dancer. Although, if she couldn’t have the man holding her, she wasn’t sure she’d want to return. She had the feeling her experience was a once in a lifetime thing and would hate to be disappointed because she expected too much. No one could ever be as good as her prince. Deep in her heart, she admitted she was falling in love.
Which was foolish on her part. No strings sex. That was all this weekend offered. Besides, how could you fall in love with someone when you didn’t know their name or even what they truly did? She realized he knew a lot more about her than she knew of him.
So she tried to convince herself she’d fallen in love with an idea. A fantasy. It might not work, but that was how it was. She sighed. “I can’t believe the weekend is almost over.”
She wished they had longer, that she could spend more time with her prince and really get to know him. He’d proved he knew her very well, and the way her body responded to him told her it wasn’t just sex. There was something between them, but unless he revealed himself to her, she probably wouldn’t see him again. For all she knew, he could be married.
That made her frown.
“What’s wrong?”
She shook her head. “Nothing.”
“Tell me.”
Jaimie shrugged. “It just occurred to me that you could be married.”
Bryce gathered her close. “Widowed. Would it have mattered?”
“Yes. I guess I should have asked in the beginning.”
“There are couples who want to play out their fantasies, and yes, there are others who are married and looking for a bit more, but these events are not set up for them. So, what happens to Cinderella after the ball?”
“She goes back to being a pauper and looking for a job. What about you?” She was curious about what he did.
He grinned. “I guess I’ll become one of those rich CEO’s who plans to spend more time with his peons.
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