Page 13 of Devilish Prince

Sofia looks elegant tonight, dripping in diamonds and wearing the emerald gown I sent for her. Though, she acts a little less confident than I expected her to, but it plays into my plan nicely. As chair of the committee that organized this event, she has the spotlight. We've been photographed relentlessly all evening. I imagine being seen on my arm will affect her reputation a bit but not as much as it will bolster mine, which is the entire reason for this little excursion. I'm bursting into the world of medicine with one of the leading surgeons in the world on my arm and I can't wait to read the headlines.

Men and women rub elbows, each of them dressed in the finest gowns or tuxedos. The charity event is held in a grand ballroom with high ceilings and tall marble columns. Chandeliers hang from the ceiling, their sparkling lights reflecting off of the gold-trimmed mirrors that line the walls. The room is filled with tables draped in white linens, each one adorned with an exquisite floral centerpiece. Waiters move through the crowd, trays full of hors d'oeuvres and champagne glasses.

On the far side of the room, a large stage has been set up for a live auction featuring some of the most sought after items on the market. There's a limited edition sports car, tickets to an exclusive art show, rare works of art, priceless antiques, and even an exclusive getaway package that includes round-trip airfare to Paris. Anticipation is high and so are spirits.

We stop for yet another photo-op and she clings to my side, hands sweaty and teeth bared in a forced smile. "How much longer do we have to do this?" The event, an expensive, per-plate dinner with silent auction and wealthy donors will stretch well into the night, and she seems anxious to be free of me so soon.

"Just a little while longer, my dear," I say, patting her hand with a smile. "We have to make an impression, after all."

She stiffens and clings to me harder. I can feel the soft bulge of her tit on my bicep and it pleases me, not that she is anxious, but that she is going along with the plan. I feel her heart racing against my chest and I can't help but feel a little enamored by her beauty. If I were a weaker man I'd be moved by such things, but the only thing I'm interested in tonight is the public image I am crafting—one of benevolence and compassion. I intend to donate to this cause for one reason, to change the public's mind about who I am and what my business represents.

We find a spot to sit and rest our feet after hours of greeting men and women who lavish compliments on Sofia. She fidgets in her seat, sipping at her wine, and avoids eye contact with the other guests. It's clear she feels the wrath of the press weighing down on her already, though she has no idea the influence I have over men and women these days and what having me in her corner will actually do for her career.

I lean in close and whisper in her ear, "Don't worry. You are a beautiful woman and your talent is unmatched. I will make sure you get the recognition you deserve."

"I will, or you will?" she bites back, pursing her lips. But her head stays held erect and her shoulders relaxed. Her eyes skim the crowd as she sips a glass of wine and then she narrows her gaze on me. "I've worked hard to build the public's trust in my abilities and talents. In one night you're ruining it. They'll see me as connected to organized crime and never trust me again."

I click my tongue and shake my head. "That's not true, my dear. You are more than a pretty face with a good reputation. You have talent and you're smart, and I'm sure people will recognize that. I'm here to help you get the recognition you deserve."

We bicker over her fear of losing her good reputation while the night continues on around us, but the conversation is interrupted by a polite announcement from the stage signaling that the auction is about to begin. Sofia turns away from me and stands up, smoothing out her dress as she takes one last look around the room before heading toward the stage.

The audience erupts into applause as she steps onto stage and begins to speak into the microphone, introducing herself with confidence and grace. She reveals the history of the foundation she chairs and how her brother's accident and subsequent diagnosis of paralysis triggered her desire to aid in research for men and women like him. How the funds from the event will go directly to Bellevue's research into spinal cord injuries. She captivates the crowd, just as she has captivated me all evening and every word out of her mouth oozes charm and confidence. These people are eating her up and along with it, they are reshaping their idea of who I am and what I stand for, all because she came on my arm.

"Good girl, Sofia," I whisper beneath my breath and applaud along with them as the auction begins.

A gentleman with a blue cummerbund escorts her off the stage as the lights come back up and waiters begin passing out information on the items which are being auctioned. For a moment I think she won't return to my side, but she makes eye contact and darkness flashes through her eyes before she turns my way.

"I'd like to leave now," she says, her voice soft and calm. I take her hand in mine, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingers, and we make our way out of the room.

Outside we both take a deep breath of fresh air, relieved to be away from the stuffy atmosphere inside as we wait for the car to come around. The night sky is filled with stars, twinkling like diamonds against a velvet backdrop. We stand there for a few moments in silence until Sofia finally speaks up.

"When you said I'd be dating you publicly, I thought you meant dinner at a restaurant, not this."

I imagine such a public event like this shocked her, but there really is no other way. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, maybe you’d like to find your own ride home.”

Sofia huffs and I watch her face screw up into a glare but she says nothing. The limo pulls up and I open the door for her. She climbs in and scoots across the back seat and crosses her arms over her chest, which only makes her tits push up in a cute little pout. I sit next to her and shut the door and without asking, the driver pulls away.

“You can be as angry with me as you’d like, but we’ve made an arrangement, Sofia. You need me and I need you. Quid pro quo.My reputation for your safety. Unless you’d like to renege and you can hire your own bodyguards. I’m sure you’ll need them now. With my enemies knowing you’ve been on my arm they will assume I care for you, which makes you a target.”

Her eyebrows rise and she fidgets with her hands, wringing them together in her lap. “I’ll keep up my end of the deal.”

“Good, then I will keep mine as well. You can start by spreading your legs.”

Her head snaps my direction and she scoffs. “No.”

“Now,” I say, nodding at her knees.

“I’m not your blow-up doll.”

“No, you’re my date, and perhaps I want to make sure you’ve obeyed my orders.” I don’t need to see it to know she’s obeyed. I’ve smelled her arousal at times this evening, especially as she rose to take the stage, passing by me. She’s not wearing panties.

No, this exercise is about obedience and nothing more. She will do as I say or I will not uphold my end of the bargain and she will find herself on my bad side. Besides, a glimpse of her pussy is all I’ll get tonight. I have other business to tend to, though I’d fuck her now if I had the time.

“Fuck’s sake,” she grumbles, spreading her legs.

My sardonic laugh draws another glare, as do my fingers as they inch up her inner thigh until they dip into her moisture. “Ah, very good girl,” I tell her, sinking two fingers into her body. She hisses and claws the armrest as I stroke her insides, finding the rough patch that is swollen and craving me.

Our eyes are locked and I watch her squirm. Her chest rises and falls faster, breathing heavily, and I work her a bit before I pull my fingers away and suck them clean.

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