Page 62 of The Princess's Pet

“Certainly not,” I told her assuredly.

“No?” She leaned down lips grazing my own and pulled away before I could close the kiss properly.

“We’re just friends. We both like plants,” I explained.

“You’re mine, pet,” she told me and finally pressed her lips against mine. My hands found her suit jacket and I pulled myselfcloser to her. She deepened the kiss, tongue entering my mouth and I allowed her to take control.

“I’m yours,” I agreed when she released my mouth to let me breathe.

“We need to get dressed for dinner,” she told me and I wanted to protest but decided against it when she looked down at me and lifted one perfect eyebrow at my frown in a challenge. I let her take my hand and guide me back to her bedroom.

There was clothing already neatly folded at the bottom of the bed for us, the Princess must have gotten them ready before coming for me.

She sat at the edge of the bed and pulled me in between her legs. Her fingers carefully unbuttoned my shirt and removed it from my body. My skin was already heating as I watched her work closely.

Once my shirt was gone she leaned forward and licked between my breasts. I arched toward her touch.

“You’ve been very needy today,” she said, her hands splaying against my back and pulling me closer, placing wet kisses against my chest and rising to my neck.

“I’ve wanted you all day, since the car,” I confirmed, already moaning at her touch. She chuckled biting my shoulder.

“How do you want me?” she asked huskily, her hands moving to my front to work on removing my trousers.

“I want to touch you, to uh, taste you,” I stuttered as her teeth grazed my neck. “I want, want you to have me, all of me,” I told her, my breathing becoming heavier. She pulled down my trousers achingly slowly and I wiggled my hips to help remove the offending clothing.

“Hmmm, I like your thinking darling,” she hummed near my ear, as I kicked my trousers behind me bringing my hands up to her shoulders to steady myself.

Her hands found the cups of my bra and pulled them down roughly, her hot mouth moving from my neck to my breasts.

“Oh, Ma’am.” I gasped and cried as her teeth teased one hard nipple before moving to the next.

One of her hands slipped into the front of my panties and found my clit. I moaned pushing myself into her.

“Wet already and I’ve barely touched you,” she mused leaving my breasts to claim my mouth.

Her hand worked fast, and she pulled away to attack my neck as I breathed hard and rocked my hips against her hand.

“I’m so close,” I told her and groaned loudly when she immediately removed her hand from me.

“What?! Why?” I cried, in lust-filled confusion.

“We don’t have time, pet,” she told me.

“No, we do,” I pleaded frantically.

“I like you being my desperate little slut.” She laughed and kissed me hard again.

“Please, Ma’am,” I begged as she pulled away. She only continued to laugh and stood to get a change of underwear to replace my damp panties.

“I’ll finish what I started after dinner, if you’re a good girl,” she offered.

“How can you do this to me?” I questioned desperately.

“Because I can,” she answered with a mischievous smirk on her lips.

“You’re going to kill me.” I huffed.

“Never,” she said as she returned and removed my underwear, purposefully not touching me further than necessary to dress me.

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