Page 22 of Devilish Prince

I loosen my grip more and she nods again, still clinging to my wrist. I see the look in her eyes change from fear to determination. This is where she proves to me that she will obey, her one last shot or I will take matters into my own hands and she won’t like what I decide for her. Her tongue flicks out across her lip and she whispers.

“Alright… I’ll take it… I’ll do the job.”

I push her, relinquishing her neck and relaxing back into my seat. She scrambles down the long bench to the other end of the limo and rubs her skin where my hand was. Her eyes are full of fire now, the sort I see when we fuck, when she’s desperate for that climax and she’ll say anything to make me give it to her. But it’s different. It’s a determination to keep her life. I’ll accept either, though I would have liked it to be the former.

“Open the fridge,” I order her, thinking a nice soda might do the trick. It’s a hot day, and she’s a bit sweaty. I want her to cool off.

“What why?” she asks, swallowing hard. She glances at the small fridge in the corner and then back at me.

“Open the fucking fridge.” I narrow my eyes at her and she obeys. “Get out a bottle of Coke now.”

With trembling fingers she pulls out a bottle of Coke and shuts the fridge. She looks around stupidly as if searching for a bottle opener or something, but she doesn’t need one of those. At least not yet.

“Now take off your panties.”

“What? No. You fucking pervert.”

“Should I remind you that I’m not a man to be trifled with?” I raise my eyebrows at her and she whimpers, then obeys. She sets the bottle on the seat next to herself and reaches up under her sundress to grip her pink panties and slide them off. One of her sandals falls off as she does and she scrambles to pick it up.

“Leave it,” I snap, and she sits back in the seat. The car bumps along the roads. They know not to disturb me even if they have to drive out gas just to let me and Sofia have our moment.

She’s learning now, moving more quickly to obey me without protest, and that pleases me, even if it is merely out of fear. I’d like there to be more to our relationship now but it is what it is.

“Fuck yourself.” There is no mistaking my words. The shock on her face along with the gasps of disbelief tell me I’ve hit my mark.

“What are you sick? I’m not doing that.”

“Yes, you are. You belong to me, and I have asked you to do something, now spread your legs and put the fucking bottle in your cunt and fuck yourself.” Just watching her squirm gets my juices flowing. I can feel my cock swelling and I haven’t even seen that pretty little pussy yet.

Sofia throws the bottle at me and it bounces on the seat next to me. “Fuck you, Lorenzo. I won’t do it.”

I chuckle and pick up the bottle, tossing it back at her. The rouge of her cheeks blossoming with arousal gives her away. She’s intrigued and turned on. This little bitch loves to be bossed around and told what to do, and maybe she’s a little mix with a kink or two as well.

“Pick up the bottle, put it between your legs, and fuck your goddamn pussy now.” I place a tone of anger through my voice and she trembles, eyes widening again.

I watch her shoulders square and her chest rise and fall more quickly, and when she picks the bottle up with shaking hands, I know she will obey me.

The way she spreads herself—and the moisture collected there that glints in the sunlight peeking through the darkened windows—tells me she knows how to self-pleasure. She hesitates for a moment, staring at the thick bottle between her thighs and then closes her eyes and pushes it against her opening.

“Shit, it’s cold.”

“Do it!” I snap.

Sofia shoves it in, pressing the bottle to her back wall in one thrust. Her body slides lower on the seat, her hips just on the edge and her head at an awkward angle along the back of the seat. It’s hot. She’s hot. It makes me rock hard, so I unleash my beast, taking it out of his cage to play. I stroke myself as she begins to thrust and massage her clit.

Her pussy on full display for me, I can see it clenching and relaxing around the bottle with each of her movements. Shemoans and grunts, and as the car bumps along, she pants a little. “It’s not working.”

“I didn’t say you had to come. I said fuck yourself.” I continue stroking, bringing a bead of precum to the head of my dick and holding myself on the edge. God I want to tap her ass right now, but she’s learning a lesson, a very valuable one at that.

She struggles, really going at it. I can tell she wants it, but it’s not going to work. It’s so hot I have to hold back, slowing my strokes to keep myself from shooting my load all over this car.

“Get over here,” I order, and she sits up and sucks in a breath. The bottle drops from her pussy and I say, “And bring the bottle.”

Sofia is ready for me now, hungry for climax and willing to be my fuck toy yet again. She crawls on her knees across the limo and kneels in front of me, bottle in hand. Bits of gravel cling to it and she picks at them, but there’s no time for that. I reach up and rip the shoulder strap from one side of her dress then the other. She gasps and sits back on her feet.

“What the hell! That’s my dress!”

“Shut up.” I snatch a wrist, causing her to drop the bottle again, then tie the strap around her wrist and to the door handle.

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