Page 32 of His Beloved Princess
"Of course, sir."
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In the Shower
Electra
Iwas alone for a few minutes before Bastian entered the bedroom, stopping in front of the bed and watching me. I was only in my white lacy panties and thigh-high stockings, and he clearly liked the view.
"So beautiful," he whispered, roaming my body as if he tried to memorize every inch of me.
"Are you free for tonight?" I asked in a thin voice, hoping for a yes. There was always the possibility that he had to go somewhere or deal with something.
"I am, princess," he answered, connecting his eyes with mine, "but the next few days will be crazy. I must cancel my yacht meetings."
"Okay." I nodded, knowing it was my job to take care of this. Every month, he invited his partners on his yacht, and I wasn't sure what they were doing there, but I heard rumors that it was endless sex orgies. Bastian promised to take me with him, and I was excited about spending four days in the middle of the ocean. But I understood that his work was more important than partying.
"How are you feeling?" He walked towards me, desire evident in his eyes when he brushed his fingers down my naked arms. Goose bumps appeared almost instantly, and he chuckled.
“I’m fine,” I muttered, licking my lips and staring into his handsome face. I’d never seen such a beautiful man. He was carved to perfection.
“Turn around,” he commanded, and I furrowed my eyebrows. Slowly, I did as he said, and soon after, I felt his warm palm on my ass cheek, moving up to my hip. “I was hard on you,” he mumbled under his breath, and I bit my lower lip to suppress a giggle. His gentle touch was ticklish under my shoulder blade when he traced the thin purple mark from the flogger.
“I know you said that you want to play,” he started in a much louder voice, “but you’re sore.” He kissed my shoulder and enveloped me from behind. His deep baritone rang in my ears, even when he was whispering, "We'll do something else tonight."
There was a clear promise in those words, yet I couldn't imagine what was hidden behind them. Bastian's playful smile woke the butterflies in my stomach, but the guilt stabbed me right in my heart, ruining the moment. He was taking so much care of me. He let me live in this insanely huge, luxurious apartment. He allowed me to speak at the most important event of his life. I often thought he knew what I needed better than I knew it myself. And how did I repay it? I was lying to him about me and his brother.
When did I become such a bitch?
"Let's take a shower, princess." He pecked my neck and moved away, starting to undress. "I stink like a junkyard."
I turned around to face him, watching him unbutton his shirt. He didn't stink at all. His natural manly scent was one of the best things about him. Of course, I couldn't forget the muscles and the dick.
"May I?" I stopped in front of him, putting my hands on his flat abdomen, slowly moving them to his belt. Neither of us broke eye contact when I opened his pants and crooked down, taking it off completely along with his underwear. His half-erect cock was teasing me to taste it when I was almost on my knees, but its owner had a different plan.
He helped me stand and led me into the bathroom. He took two towels from the drawer under the sink and motioned for me to enter the shower. It was bigenough to accommodate four people comfortably, and I waited on the side until the water was warm.
I must say, there was something very sensual about the way Bastian washed my body. He was moving his palms leisurely up and down my hips, chest, and belly. I blushed more when he was touching my soft abdomen than when he was soaping my ass. I reminded myself to work harder in the gym because I felt ashamed when I looked at him and his perfectly toned muscles.
I could be much better than this jello version of myself.
He didn't stop until every last corner of my body was covered with foam, and when I was squeaky clean, he finally allowed me to enjoy his amazing body as well.
I put a generous amount of shower gel into my open palm and rubbed my hands together. I started on his broad shoulders, moving to his neck and chest. When I was in the stomach area, I changed direction and returned up, gently massaging his back. With my long fingernails, I grazed his skin down his biceps and forearms, enjoying the goose bumps my touch elicited.
In slow motion, my hands traveled to his hips and his round, firm ass. My heart was thundering because I was getting closer to the main price. I tried not to stare at his long, erect manhood, but when I was at eye level with it, I couldn't take my eyes off of it.
"Do you want it?" he asked in a husky voice, burying his fingers in my hair. I gulped and inhaled a deep, steady breath, giving him an innocent look.
"Yes, sir," I whispered, pleading him with my eyes to shove it down my throat. I was kneeling in front of him, with my palms pressed against his thighs, waiting for his permission.
"Open your mouth," he ordered, and I obeyed without hesitation. He grazed the line of my lower lip with his thumb, and I noticed his cock twitching. "You look divine like this, princess," he complimented me, making my heart flutter. I loved to please him in any way, and when he praised me or rewarded me for it, I was in seventh heaven. "Take it."
I eagerly grabbed his cock, wrapping my palm around it, licking the tip. The warm water and a little shower gel mixed in my mouth, but it didn't ruinthe experience of feeling him in the back of my throat. I moved slowly, teasing his balls with my other hand, and the whole time, I tried to maintain eye contact.
"Fuck," Bastian groaned, leaning against the wall, breathing heavily, while I moved my tongue up and down his cock, intensifying the pleasure. I felt his palm on my head, gently tangled up in my hair.
"Deeper," he growled in a hoarse voice, and a familiar tingling occurred in my abdomen. I opened my mouth wider, taking him in, but I wanted him to do it instead. He knew how he wanted to fuck me, and despite my best efforts, I wasn't able to satisfy him. I was afraid of the contents of my stomach. But he was very encouraging.
