Page 20 of Possessing the Prince

“Come.” I wait for her to climb up on the bed and remember that she has never visited my room in this house before. “Watch your step, Precious, the bed is up on a platform.”

“Oh! Very fancy, Prince T’ogbe.”

“Hmph. Well, I plan for it to be our bed once you move in. It has to be fancy to accommodate the standards you are accustomed to.”

She climbs into the bed and instinctively finds my lap. She tenses when she realizes I’m naked; she must have forgotten I never sleep with clothes. Before she can retreat, I wrap her entire body into a bear hug and think back to her words yesterday when I retrieved her from the airport. She said she can handle bears and tame the heart of a lion. With me, she has done both. If I never get to make love to Abena ever again, I am grateful to hold her and bring her a sense of peace.

“Senya?” She hesitates, unsure of herself and the situation. I want to put her at ease.

“All is well, Precious. Ask me for what you want.”

She exhales and plants kisses underneath my chin. I shiver but I do not bend. I do not know if she wants to have sex with me to escape the thoughts flooding her or if she really feels the need to physically connect with me because she misses my touch as much as I miss hers. Right now, I really don’t care. But she will have to ask for it. I told her when she refused to sex with me, that she eventually would bend to the unmistakable pull between us. I also told her that she would have to ask for it. I meant that.

“Ask me, Abena. What do you want? I will not deny you.”

She continues to plant kisses along my neck. She rises to her knees and positions herself between my legs and plants her hands on my bare chest. She has my complete undivided attention.

“Senya. You know what I want.”

“Yes, I do. I could smell your arousal the moment you entered my room.” I rub three fingers across the thin wet silk covering her dripping pussy. “Naughty girl, you didn’t wear any panties?” I tut and place my hand in the waistband of her shorts. “How wet will I find you, Precious?”

“Soaking,” she pants.

I thrust two fingers in and she gasps. She’s drenched. But I will not make love to her until she asks. I rest the heel of my hand on her clit and she rubs against it. I let her chase after her release for a moment, but just as she is approaching her climax, I jerk my hand away.

“No, no,” I admonish. “There will be no stealing of orgasms tonight: Any orgasm you have, I will give you. And you will ask for each and every one.” I kiss the corner of her mouth to seal my promise.

“Senya, please…”

“Please what, Precious? What do you want me to do? You have to ask.”

I place my hand back on her pussy and playfully tap her clit before pushing back into her soft pussy. It only takes a few seconds to bring her back to her breaking point. I take her in a kiss as her breathing quickens, and then as before, I snatch my hand away, leaving her wet and wanting.

“Fuck, Senya! Please. I can’t take it anymore. Take me, please.”

I take her mouth in another kiss and laugh against her swollen lips. “You want me to make love to you, Precious?”

She shakes her head and pulls away, grabbing my dick. “No, I want you to fuck me. Hard. I need you.”

Damn.Well, if she wants to get fucked tonight, that is exactly what she will get.

It will be my undeniable pleasure.

Midnight

Senya

“Strip for me, M’akomam’ t?fe.” The dominance in my voice surprises me as much as my use of Twi. I rarely speak it outside of official events. But, she is indeedmy sweetheart,and I am too far gone to take that back now.

Abena quickly obliges, and I turn a lamp on low.I need to see her.I walk around her slowly as she undresses, taking in her beautiful body, the high lift of her ass, her beautiful shoulders, and her toned arms. I get lost for a second in the shine of her coal black eyes. When I finish admiring her, I move behind her and wrap my arms around to tweak her hard nipples and place kisses from the back of her neck down to her shoulders. I lick my way back up her neck again before slamming my fingers inside her at a relentless pace. The sound of her wet center being filled, over takes the room and I use the heel of my hand to drive her clit into circles of bursting pleasure. But I don’t let her come.

“Senya, this is torture. I need to come.”

“Oh! You will, Precious. Have patience.” I turn her around and taunt her by licking my fingers clean one by one. “Fuck, Abena, you taste so good. I need more. Lie back on the bed for me.”

She complies and I climb up onto the platform below her. “Bring your ass to the edge of the bed, Precious. And whatever you do, keep your hands above your head. Do you understand?”

She shakes her head and whispers, “Yes.”

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