No Perfect Princess

by Angel Payne

  That gave me a little smile. Oh, the ways I could define “punishment”…

  Thoughts that fled as soon as I beheld her again.

  “Fuck. Me.” It escaped on a grate as I walked in. Stopped. Took another step. Stopped again.

  I didn’t know whether to grin or groan.

  The sun spilled into her bedroom through a high window in the corner, casting brilliant light across the bottom third of her enormous bed. She was on all fours in the center of that beam, taking perfect advantage of nature’s spotlight. Her hair seemed streaked with gold, her skin infused with crushed pearls.

  But her beauty was only the first source of my astonishment.

  How the hell had she accomplished this—in two minutes?

  And why are you fixating on logistics—when she looks like this?

  That tiny leopard print thong. That matching nothing of a bra. Those black thigh highs. The black patent pumps, heels so high and skinny they were only good for one purpose—and it wasn’t strutting.

  And the final, fierce tug on my cock?

  She topped off the outfit with little fur kitty ears.

  Holy shit, they were cute. I assumed the things were attached to a headband, now lost in the voluptuous mane of her hair, making me wonder how hard she’d have to be fucked until they fell off.

  Logistics again?

  Not so shockingly, my dick forgave me for this one.

  She lifted her head a little. “Meow?” Ohhh, damn. Her voice was already husky and low. I felt every note in the center of both balls.

  “Christ, woman,” I bit. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

  “Why?” She pouted a little. Minx. “Are you allergic to kitties?”

  “Hmmm. Clever.” I whipped my shirt over my head, enjoying the reaction she tried to cover. Her eyes never left mine as I walked to the side of her bed. With slow purpose, I pulled out my wallet and set it on the nightstand—removing the condom from inside and leaving that on top.

  That’s right, princess kitty. Stare at that rubber and think about it sheathed inside your hot…pussy.

  I unbuttoned the top of my pants but thought better of taking them down myself. It seemed my little kitty needed some busy work. When frustration grooved her face, I knew I’d made the right call. I kicked off my shoes and pulled off my socks, savoring the coolness of the polished floor beneath my feet. The woman had jacked my body temperature into overheat mode.

  “So, kitty…do you know any tricks?”

  She smiled and purred, all Eartha Kitt coy, then murmured, “Come closer and I’ll show you.”

  I shook my head. “Kitties don’t speak.” I couldn’t help but chuckle when she realized the tables—the cat box?—had been flipped on her yet again. I leaned over to press a gentle finger to her scrunched nose. “Kitties don’t pout, either.”

  She burst into a sharp hiss—before lashing out with a hand curled up like a claw. Crazily, her playacting move caught a lucky break, resulting in a long scratch on the inside of my forearm. The sting spiked my adrenalin—and arousal. Kitty wanted to play fierce? I could do that. With her wrist grabbed in my hand, I hunkered in, nose-to-nose with her.

  “Naughty, naughty kitty. Now you have to be punished.”

  “Mmmm,” she whimpered. “Meow?”

  “Too late for nice kitty. Let’s go.” I maintained my grip while sitting on the edge of her bed. Didn’t stop her from attempting the play nice again, so fucking adorable as she “licked” her wrist, then rubbed it behind her costume ear, but I refused to cave. With one yank, I pulled her face down, across my lap.

  And dealt with instant retaliation from my cock.

  Holy. Hell.

  Just looking at the perfect swells of her ass like this, completely at my mercy, turned my senses again to the surreal. Was I really going to do this? I’d never spanked a woman—not in a formal production like this, at least—though Margaux had always taken delight in my little foreplay smacks. We were both about to learn what all the fuss was about—if I could get on with things. Staring at the spheres below my hand, bisected by that trail of wicked lace, was enough to make me jizz already. Plus column or minus column? I went for plus. The idea of watching that flesh bloom beneath my discipline? Plus column. Her obeying me regarding anything? Definitely one more plus.

  She trembled a little as I rubbed both globes. The reaction was so pure, unadulterated. She was scared and thrilled at the same time. She wanted this, but wanted to deny that she did.

  “It’s okay, princess. We’ll do this together.” I said it as command instead of consolation, affirming I’d made the right call as I pulled her back up against me. Her face was flushed, her gaze a shade of dreamy spring green, her lips parted a little. I fixated on them, knowing I had to have more. I dug my fingers into her hair, compelling her face to mine. This time when I kissed her, a thought embedded itself in my brain.

  This is for keeps, Margaux. This is for forever.

  It was the truth. She was my forever. The fire of my heart. The sun of my future. The woman of my dreams. I’d spend the rest of my days proving it to her…showing her she would always be safe with me. Safe because of me. I would always be there for her, and for us. I needed her soul to know it as thoroughly as her mind and heart did.

  So I went for broke.

  My lips started gently but didn’t stay that way for long. I plunged my tongue in against hers, twirling around it, tasting and teasing in and out, then back for more.

  When I finally pulled back, I had to channel my inner Hercules for the will to press her back over my knees, directing her to drop her head toward the floor. Though she mewled as if in protest, there wasn’t a single wiggle or squirm from the creamy flesh now filling my hungry vision again. She wasn’t restrained in any way. If she really wanted to tell me to fuck off while she sashayed this gorgeous ass out the door, she could.

  Time to take things to the next level.

  I growled, low and menacing, while caressing her ass again. I’d roughened my voice and now did the same with my strokes, digging fingers in a little at the end of each swipe. “You scratched me, little brat. How many swats do you think that’s worth?”

  I left her to be creative about the answer—and was damn glad I did. “Meow?” she rasped from near the floor. “Meow, meow?” She pawed at my foot. “Meow, meow?”

  “Five, eh? Okay, we’ll do ten and call it forgiven.”

  She stiffened—for about three seconds. Instantly, her shoulders slumped and her body went slack again.

  Ohhhh yeah, did she want this.

  And I so wanted to give it to her.

  “Well. You learn quickly for a naughty kitty. Too bad I still have to punish you.”

  Now she squirmed—though hardly in protest. Damn, I was going to enjoy this—and had a strong feeling she would, too.

  Smack. Smack.

  “Ohhh! Meow!”

  I dropped my gaze, letting it feast fully on her ass. “Holy shit. This already looks so good, sugar girl.”

  Smack. Smack.

  “Mmmmmm!”

  “Fuck. Fuck. You’re perfect. These sexy little globes are so firm and round…and now blooming so perfectly for me.”

  Smack. Smack.

  “I could do this for hours. Touch you all day and night, Margaux. Do you feel what you’re doing to me? Do you feel my cock, surging for you? Sweet, sexy creature. And now I can say you belong to me.”

  I rubbed her roughly, pressing the warmth of the blows in but coaxing fresh blood to the surface of her skin, warming her for the rest of the count. She was limp and relaxed, damn near purring like the kitty she pretended to be. So I switched things up a little, raising my hand a little higher, raining the last four spanks in hard succession.

  She yelped and nearly fell off my legs. I caught her and started caressing again. “Easy, beautiful. That wasn’t so bad, was it?” My cock surged when she answered with another mewl, soft and sexy and lusty. “And now for the good part, kitty. Spread y
our legs for me.”

  “Meow?”

  “Ssshhh. Trust me.” I slid my hand between her legs, starting at her knees. As I worked my way higher, her legs parted wider. Inches before arriving at her core, I could feel the warm, wet oven of her arousal.

  “Mmmmm.” She wriggled a little, battling to entice me farther.

  “Well, what’s going on here?” I dipped two fingers under her soaked thong. The sweetness of her pussy was too damn tempting to pass up. As I pressed them in, I was rewarded with a moan as lush as any favorite melody. Though I pumped slowly, Margaux squirmed with mounting urgency. To tame her, I had to wrap my free arm around her waist.

  “Kitty.” I drew out both halves in censure. “I stop if you can’t be still. Understood?”

  “Meow,” she grumbled.

  “Such a good kitty.”

  I pumped my fingers in again, faster now. Despite her little fume, she didn’t squirm anymore. Instead, she contained her lust by flexing her thighs and clenching her ass—twisting the winch on my torture rack now.

  “Time for a change,” I growled, pulling her back up. “On your back, sweet kitty. Every good pussy needs to be properly tasted.”

  As she maneuvered to obey, I caught the sides of her thong, letting them slide down her thighs. Over my shoulder they went, followed by my jeans and underwear. Thank fuck. My cock was about to declare mutiny from that prison.

  But now, nirvana was spread in front of me. How had I gotten this woman’s freak on so many times and not made contact with this heaven yet? A mystery not worth solving in the bliss of now. I hooked my arms up under her thighs and pulled her to me, all but diving into her pussy at the same time.

  “God! Michael!”

  “Same rule,” I ordered. “You squirm too much, I stop.”

  “Are you fucking serious?”

  “I don’t joke about your pussy.” I chuckled as she flopped back, appearing as if she had to take the hardest exam ever given. “You can do it, kitty. I know you can.”

  My breaths brushed her well-trimmed strip. “Not helping.”

  “Just think about how hard you’re going to come.”

  “Not. Helping. Ohhhhh!”

  She screamed as I sucked in again.

  Best. Meal. Ever.

  I wanted to do it for the rest of the night. No; for the rest of my life. I quickly learned all her delicious nuances; what made her crazy and made her moan; what drove her to the brink—and how I could pull back once there, just enough to make her insane. I slid my fingers in and toyed with her from the inside too, curling up against the sensitive spot inside that made her hips buck off the bed, and her lips burst my name like a plea to a pagan god.

  “More, beautiful?”

  “Yes. No. I don’t know!” Her fists twisted into the sheets. “Holy hell, Michael. Fuck me or finish me. I’m going to explode. Please, please, do something!”

  “But we have all day.”

  “No! We don’t!”

  “You’re so breathtaking.”

  “You’re such a scoundrel.”

  I chuckled before dipping in again. Licking her. Sucking her. Biting her clit. Finger-fucking her tunnel. Then again and again and again, until she screamed out her orgasm, drenching my tongue in the tart nectar of her fulfillment.

  “Fuck. Jesus. Fuck. Dammit. Michael. Fuck. Christ.”

  My girl’s version of sweet post-coital nothings. It was as uniquely her as the ambrosia on my lips, and it made me grin like—well, Captain America. I rose up to kiss her, plunging deep so she’d taste her own elixir, hoping it’d get her as high as I was. No way was I letting her come down from the trip, either—not until my cock visited her heaven, too.

  I scooped the condom off the nightstand. The moment I took to suit up was the opening Margaux needed for a little payback of her own. By the time I looked up again, she’d popped back up to her hands and knees, swerving her rosy-red ass in blatant enticement.

  “Hell. Yes.”

  I scrambled over, quickly lining myself up behind her, fingering through her wetness again. Her clit was swollen and wet from all the attention I had given it. Just one glance at the distended nub, and my cock strained at the confines of the rubber.

  “You. Lady doctor. Birth control. ASAP,” I snarled. “I want to fuck you without these as soon as possible. But for now,”—I spread my fingers against her scalp and twisted her head to the side—“put your head on the mattress like this. Your shoulders flat, too. Yeah. Oh yeah, kitty.” With her backside raised like this, I could stretch her pussy, staring into the tight depths she was ready to welcome me with. “Now reach back like you’re grabbing the soles of your feet. Holy fuck, that’s good.”

  I was really tempted to give her a few more spanks just for fun but my dick had bigger, better plans. I prayed they didn’t include getting inside her and finishing off in three pumps.

  I lined up at her entrance and closed my eyes, thinking about anything and everything other than how amazing this woman’s body felt around my engorged cock. She was so warm. So tight. So right.

  Time for the big guns.

  ABCs. Backwards. Now!

  Z, Y, X…

  So wet.

  W, V, U…

  So good.

  Fuck it. She defied distractions.

  I rubbed her ass, kneading the flesh, still so red and warm from my swats. “Sexy kitten,” I grated. “So, so good. You ready to try for another one? Try for me. Reach between your legs and rub your clit.”

  “Wha?” she mumbled. “M-Michael. I—I don’t know—”

  “Do it!”

  Smack. My fresh handprint bloomed red on her ass. Temporary diversion. So temporary—especially as her slender fingers moved up through her glistening folds. When she gathered moisture from where we were joined and worked it over her clit, it was like live-action porn. Fuck, no. Better.

  “Shit,” I rasped. “Holy. Shit. Don’t stop.”

  She rubbed slow, large circles around it at first, but soon they were smaller and faster, concentrating right over her perfect cherry bud.

  “It’s coming on soon, sugar. I feel you quivering. I have a front row seat, too. So gorgeous. Do it. Come all over me. Cover me in your juices. I’ll be right behind you love, I promise.”

  “Michael! Ohhhh!”

  “What, princess? What do you need?”

  “More,” she insisted. “Deeper. Harder!”

  “Then get up. Get up and take more of my dick. I’m straining for you, Margaux. I’ll fuck your cunt as hard as you need it.”

  The minute snapping her neck was no longer a concern, I let loose. Bam-bam-bam. The bed frame smacked the wall, a brutal echo of my body against hers. I grabbed her hips, pulling her back to me, until even that didn’t work. With an arm around her waist, I slammed into her like the rocket my cock had turned into.

  Five, four, three…

  It was time.

  “Margaux. Now!”

  “Fuck! Yeesss! Goooddd! Michael!”

  The exact words I needed to hear. When she collapsed to her stomach I followed her down, rutting on her, emptying my seed as deep into her as I could get. I buried my face into the juncture of her neck and shoulder, sinking my teeth into her skin. I wanted to bite so much harder but there was a difference between passion and marking your woman like a fifteen year-old. Not that I felt a lot different than one. In a few minutes, I’d probably be ready to go again. As it was, my hips didn’t want to stop. I kept pumping, forcing myself to remember that the woman beneath me was probably crushed and needing air.

  Dammit.

  I pulled out and scrambled off the bed, not wanting to make a mess on her gazillion dollar bedding. I found the bathroom connected by her lavish closet and trashed the nasty, washing my hands before tucking back into bed behind my adorable little kitty.

  “Come here.” I pulled her close.

  She sighed. “Oh, God.”

  “What?”

  “You don’t want to spoon again, do you?
”

  I tugged harder. “Come here.” And gently nipped her neck again. “I’ll spoon you whenever I goddamn want to, woman.”

  “Fine, fine.”

  Her lips might have groused but another tremble claimed her. Shit-eating grin. I knew a frisson of happiness when I felt one. After a few minutes, I resumed the nips. Under her ear, down her neck, along her shoulder…she smelled so good. Tasted so good.

  Sure enough, my dick rose to half-mast again. If she wiggled right just a few more times, we’d be looking for a second condom.

  “I’m in love with you, Michael Pearson.”

  “So I’ve heard.”

  “I just want to keep saying it.”

  “Don’t let me stop you. Please, go right ahead. But for the record? I love you, too.” I braced up onto one elbow. I’d been wanting to ask her a question, and this seemed the right time to broach it. “So…do you ever want me to call you Mary?”

  “Not if you want to keep your balls.”

  “Okay, then.” I chuckled. “But now that I’ve been thinking about all of it in a new light, Killian and Claire’s nickname for you…it makes sense. ‘Mare-bear’, right?”

  She tensed but only a little. “Whoa. Nothing slips by you, does it, Pearson? Maybe you should be a private dick instead of a lawyer. Key word being ‘dick’.”

  “Do you need another spanking?”

  “Couldn’t hurt.” She wiggled that naughty ass into me. Shit.

  Change of subject. Now.

  I pulled at her shoulder, a wordless request for her to turn so I could fully see her face. “Okay, so talk to me. Did you…enjoy this? What we just did? What’re your thoughts?”

  “Thoughts?” She spat it like I’d asked her to discuss lancing a boil. “Fuck, Michael. You and all this ‘talking’.”

  I starched my jaw. “Not an answer.”

  “Ugh. Fine. It was hot as hell, okay? Good answer from the therapy couch?”

  I smirked. I’m a fucking stud. “That’s what I figured. I wanted to be sure.”

  “Here, let me beat you over the head with the obvious. So…errrmm…what did you think of my kitty outfit?”

  “I didn’t really like it. I mean, it was okay.”

  She jacked up. “What? ‘Okay’? Are you serious?”