Page 12 of Elevating Eve

Well, if it wasn’t before, the pulsing in his cock made it awfully clear it was now.

“Oh, fuck it,” he mumbled, fumbling with his belt. He wasn’t getting any work done anyway.

He closed his eyes when he finally wrapped a firm hand around his dick. Eve’s name tumbled from his lips as he squeezed, pumping his hand up and down the shaft.

The image of himself astride a charging steed popped back into his head, and this time he ran with it. The evil wizard was slain, and now he merely needed to climb to the top of the tower to claim his prize.

In his mind, the fantasy skipped ahead to the part where he opened the door to the highest room in the crumbling old castle.

Eve knelt in the center of the circular room, looking up at him with gratitude shining in her big brown eyes. “Thank you for rescuing me, noble prince.” Her smile held a world of delicious promises. “From this day forth, I’m yours to command. What do you wish of me?”

He let his gaze travel downward, taking in her ample breasts, barely contained by the green silk dress she wore. Down farther still to her trim waist, cinched tight by a belt of shimmering gold. Then to her hands, resting on her lap, pressed together in supplication.

His princess looked so fucking beautiful on her knees.

Strolling lazily into the room, he took his time circling her, drinking her in. “Rise, my lady,” he said at last, taking one of her small hands and helping her to her feet. “You say you’re mine to command?”

She blinked up at him coyly. “Yes, my prince.”

“And you swear to obey me in all things, no matter what I ask of you?”

“Yes, my prince,” she purred.

He lifted his free hand to her face, brushing his fingertips along her cheekbone. “Good girl.” Moving behind her, he began undoing the laces at the back of her dress, tugging them loose until the fabric slipped down her shoulders. “Bare yourself to me.”

With a shudder of excitement, Eve got to work removing her clothing one piece at a time. She started with the belt made of gold discs, each circle of metal imprinted with the image of a blazing sun. The rest of the clothing followed quickly behind, until she stood before him in nothing but her skin.

Jonathan circled around her again, even slower this time. He wanted to memorize every single inch of her with his eyes, then do it all over again with his hands and tongue.

“Do I please you?” she asked, looking up at him through her lashes.

“Mmm,” he answered, tracing down the length of her right arm with the tip of one finger, marveling in the softness of her skin. “Nothing has ever pleased me more.”

A rosy blush colored her cheeks as she looked down—the pose demure, but her smile revealing her pleasure at his words. “Before we go any further, I must confess something.” Despite the gravity of those words, the smile stayed firmly in place.

“Yes, princess?”

One small, pale hand drifted across her hip, inching toward her center. “I know I was meant to stay pure for my champion. But I’ve been waiting so long.”

Jonathan’s heart pounded in his chest as he covered her wanderinghand with his own, stopping its progress. “Has my little princess been a bit naughty?”

She looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes. “Only because of my longing for you. Please say you’ll forgive me?”

“Are you willing to earn my forgiveness?”

“I’ll do whatever you ask,” she answered, the words soft and smooth as velvet.

Jonathan’s lips spread into a slow smile. “That’s just what I wanted to hear.” Leading Eve over to the bed, he bent her over the thick mahogany footboard, pushing her forward until the intricate carvings in the wood pressed against her thighs. “You will submit to me.”

It was an order, not a question, but still she answered, “Yes, my prince.”

Placing a hand on her lower back, he slid it down over the curve of her ass. “You will accept the punishment I deem appropriate, without a fight.”

“Yes, my prince.” It came out in a breathless rush.

Lifting his hand high, he brought it down against her with a loudcrack.

Eve shouted in surprise, lurching forward as much as the unforgiving wood of the footboard would allow. “Please!” The single word came out as a high, keening wail.

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