Page 10 of His Perfect Princess

Chapter 4

Rickard

She looked so fooking hot, kneeling there in front of me. I hadn’t intended to whip my cock out quite so early—or without any warning—but I couldn’t make myself wait any longer. I wasn’t going to take her virginity here—and any fool could see she was still a virgin—but that didn’t mean I couldn’t assure myself we were compatible.

“So far ye’ve done a wonderful job, Clarissa.” I kept my voice low, staring intently at her, although that didn’t matter since she couldn’t seem to drag her eyes away from my long cock. “Ye’ve followed every command without question.”

My palm was smooth as I dragged it from the tip of my cock down to the base of the shaft, but I imagined hers would be even softer.

Her mouth would be even better.

Exquisite.

My voice got rougher at that thought. “But now I want to ken how devoted ye are to me. Are you a good lass, who will do whatever I need her to do? Will ye be mine?”

She didn’t hesitate, but looked up and met my eyes. “Yes, sir.”

Her willing acquiescence sent a shiver through me, and I swear my cock got harder. Holy fook, but I wanted her to touch me.

More than that, though, I wanted to claim her; make her mine.

To put a ring on that finger and know she’d be mine forever.

“I want ye to pull up yer skirt and yer petticoat. Slowly,” I snapped, when she hurried to comply. “I want to see each inch of you revealed… Aye.”

It wasn’t a simple matter, to pull all that material from under her knees, and she had to rock back and forth awkwardly a few times to make it happen.

She was wearing stockings and a garter belt, innocent clothing which I’d seen many times on various women. But on her…

I stroked my cock faster, imagining chewing them off her.

Eventually, she lifted the mass of material in one arm, revealing a pair of white, virginal, fooking innocent bloomers.

I wanted them gone.

“Push down yer bloomers,” I commanded hoarsely, and she obeyed without hesitation.

Her curls were a few shades darker than the hair on her head.

Perfection.

I cleared my throat. “Now, touch yourself.”

Those beautiful violet eyes widened. “You want me to touch my…my lady parts, sir?”

I almost laughed at her innocence. But at the same time, that innocence was what made her so damn appealing. That innocence would be mine.

“Nay, Clarissa. I want ye to finger your cunny. And I want ye to say it.”

Holy shite, but she was beautiful when she blushed. Her perfect skin turned bright pink in a blush that crept up from her tits—thank God I’d opened her shirt enough to see their northern slopes—and into her cheeks.

And she hadn’t obeyed.

I guess she wasn’t used to hearing such a naughty word.

Ye’ll hear many more of them from me, my love.

Without stopping my easy strokes of my cock, I stepped towards her, and trailed one fingertip down her bright pink cheek. “I love the way ye look on yer knees, Clarissa. I love that ye blush when I say the word ‘cunny’. But I still expect ye to follow my commands.”

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