Page 7 of His Beloved Princess
Thankfully, before unbuckling his belt, he checked if we were alone. And when he was sure, he didn't waste time on formalities. With two long strides, he stood in front of me and roughly turned me around, facing the mirror. I leaned into my palms, feeling his lips on my neck and his hands on my breasts.
My dress was fragile, and the tiniest concern popped into my mind about him tearing the soft fabric apart. Yet when he started to massage my globes, squeezing and kneading them, I forgot about everything. I was pressed against his hard body while moaning in delight, enjoying his kisses.
"Be quiet, baby girl, or the guests will hear what I am doing to you," he whispered, stirring me from my aroused state. It was true; anyone could stand behind the door while we were inside, having a little foreplay before the main event.
I tried really hard to suppress my moans and groans, but when Bastian grabbed the back of my neck and bent me over the counter, I couldn't help but whimper. He took a fistful of my hair, and with his other hand, he moved the long part of my dress to the side and slammed his rock-solid cock into me in one swift movement.I cried out, holding the edge of the sink for support while he was pushing me against the cold surface of the marble counter and pounding my pussy.
I had to stick my fist into my mouth to muffle the primal noises, or the whole gathering would know that I was being fucked in the bathroom.
My orgasm was building rapidly, and a few sudden spanks on my bare ass only intensified the pleasure. When I was almost there, lost in the carnal desire, Bastian pulled me up, wrapping his other hand around my throat from behind like a necklace.
"Look at yourself while I'm fucking you," he groaned, and I snapped open my eyes, connecting them with his in the mirror. He pushed himself inside of me hard, making me moan out loud. I was panting, squeezing the counter's edge, when he continued his torturous low-speed movements. He let go of my neck, holding the dress away from my ass while he also worked on my clit. I couldn't control myself any longer. It was too much for me.
"Can I come, please?" I whisper-cried, my whole body trembling. I watched him in the mirror as he smirked and retracted his hand from my clit, directing his attention to my breast.
"Hold it a little longer, princess," he ordered, and I closed my eyes. A whimper fled my dry mouth when he spanked my ass. He pushed me face-down on the counter again, and his thrusts quickened and deepened. I tried to think about something else, but his huge cock moving between my legs had all my attention. My pussy was on fire from his rough pounding, and I knew that a few more slams would throw me over the edge. So, I had to plead again.
"Please, sir, p-please," I whined, stretching my arm to the back, touching his thigh while he proceeded with his work. "Can I come, please?"
Tears burned in my eyes as I did my best to hold my climax. My legs shook, and I clenched my lower muscles to stop the orgasm from taking over me. I let go only when he finally allowed me to come.
I wasn't sure how I could hold it that long, but it was worth it. The strong waves of pleasure washed over me, making my body quiver and my tense muscles relax. I was lost in my release when Bastian's loud moaning cut through my foggy brain. I waspositive that someone had to hear us. A few seconds ago, I was screaming in ecstasy, and then, he was roaring like a lion. We weren't at the party with deaf people.
However, Bastian didn't seem to care about someone finding out about our quick sex session. He pulled me up from the counter, hugging me from behind, kissing my shoulder tenderly.
"You're perfect in every way, princess," he whispered against my earlobe affectionately, and a lazy grin settled on my face.
Thankfully, my makeup wasn't smeared, but I needed to add powder to some areas. This ended up better than I thought. With a little luck, no one would notice that we stole a passionate moment for ourselves.
"You're making me perfect, sir," I replied, connecting my eyes with his. He stared at me with so much love that I wanted to cry from happiness. I put my palm on his cheek, gently stroking him, but he kissed my neck for the last time and pulled away.
Before I could turn around to see what he was doing, he took a whole bunch of napkins and started to wipe my thighs, ass, and pussy. I watched him with my mouth open as he cleaned me to perfection, finishing his work with gentle, small pecks.
"You can go back." He grinned at me when he stood up, buckling the belt on his pants and adjusting the bow tie.
"Not yet." I sighed, removing the small bag with the emergency makeup from my envelope purse. I added powder to my face, checking in the mirror to see if everything was right as it should be.
After a few more touches, I was satisfied with my look and ready to leave the bathroom, but Bastian stopped me. He curled his arms around my waist, smiling down at me with the same evil glint in his eyes as he had before when we ended up here. My heart skipped a beat, knowing something exciting could happen any second.
"When we get home, I'll destroy that incredible makeup of yours, princess," he promised in a husky voice, turning me on again. He pecked my cheek gently, leaning closer to whisper in my ear. "I'll fuck your mouth so hard, you'll cry."
I grabbed his shoulders for support. My head was spinning only from his dirty talk. The thought of another round with him was so pleasant that I didn't want to leave anymore, and we could turn his words into reality.
"Do you like that idea, baby girl?" He looked directly into my eyes, and a shy smile found its way into the corners of my lips.
"Very much, sir," I breathed eagerly. I couldn't wait for that party to end. There were much better things on my to-do list tonight.
5
Another Thorn
Electra
Returning to the party was weird. It felt as if everyone was staring at me like all my sins were written on my forehead for them to see. Anxiousness overcame my every thought for no apparent reason. Thankfully, Bastian’s observant eye noticed something wasn’t right with me.
“Are you okay, princess?” he asked, spinning me around to the rhythm of a beautiful romantic song.
“Not sure,” I admitted truthfully, enjoying the proximity of his body, which always provided comfort. He tenderly kissed my cheek, pulling me closer to him. We barely moved, and people cast secret glances, but he didn’t care.
