Page 84 of His Beloved Princess
"I see the way you're looking at me," she stated, her resolute expression almost made me smile. She was so cute when she tried to be in control of the situation. "You would never hesitate to command me something crazy before. But for some reason, you are hesitating now."
"After everything that happened, this is your concern? That we don't have sex?" I asked, my stomach in knots. I naively expected her not to notice anything, yet she knewme too well.
"Are you afraid of performance, Bastian?" she countered, and before I could stop myself, my body reacted instinctively. I pulled myself up a little, and my hand wrapped around her throat.
She froze, staring at me like a deer in headlights.
"What did you say, princes?" I hissed in a deadly serious voice, holding her in place, and her nails dug into my bicep. "Do I look scared?"
"N-no, sir," she breathed, her body trembling, and I felt my cock hardening. It happened a few times already, but not with such intensity. She was right; I needed this. I needed her like this—like a quivering little obedient mess ready to do anything I would want.
Fuck, she was perfect.
I brushed my nose against her cheek, chuckling darkly when she wriggled her pussy against my cock. She knew exactly what she was doing. I would bet my last penny that everything she did since she walked into the room this morning was on purpose. Gorgeous tight dress, plunging neckline, hair in a ponytail so it didn't get in the way, and, of course, extremely high heels so her ass looked like it was made in Photoshop. I married a clever manipulator.
"Your face is begging to be fucked," I growled into her ear, relishing in her quiet whimpers. Her pulse under my fingers beat fast like she ran a marathon.
"Get to work, wifey," I commanded sternly, letting go of her neck. I leaned back into the cushions, enjoying the view when she moved her hands down my abdomen to my sweatpants and freed my rock-solid cock.
"Fuck, how I missed this," I groaned, tilting my head back when she licked my entire length and took me between her splendid crimson-red lips. She sucked my dick leisurely, her warm tongue tracing the veins and her long nails gently scratching the sensitive skin on my inner thighs.
Her wet eyes connected with mine when she almost swallowed my cock down her throat, and a tear ran down her cheek, smearing her makeup. She took me nice and deep, gagging and gasping for air when I grabbed her ponytail and pushed her down roughly.
"That's my good girl," I praised, and she quickened her rhythm. With one hand, she massaged my balls, and with the other, she squeezed my thigh. My body tightened, followed by a massive explosion.
"Oh, fuck, princess," I grunted, my eyes rolling to the back of my skull. Black dots appeared in front of my eyes, and I panted, looking down between my legs where my gorgeous wife licked the last remains of my cum and winked at me.
"You're amazing," I muttered, her lips stretched into that wide, radiant smile I loved so much.
"You're welcome, sir."
She exited the bed and fished the small mirror from her purse. Her mascara and eyeshadows were everywhere on her face, but she didn't seem to mind. I adjusted my sweatpants and covered my legs with a blanket, staring at her like a lovesick puppy.
She returned to me after a few minutes, looking like some goddess, and I couldn't stop the satisfying grin settling on my face. She took my hand and entwined our fingers, making circles with her thumb on my skin.
"Did you enjoy it?" she asked quietly, glancing everywhere but me.
I had to force my brain to cooperate because it was still clouded with postorgasmic bliss, but it didn't take me long to understand it was just an act. This confident woman who walked into my room was just role-playing.
Shit! This coma thing really messed up my head.
"What do you think?" I teased, and she visibly relaxed. The thick ropes of guilt enveloped my heart and squeezed it tightly. How could I be so blind?
"Why did you do it, princess?" I inquired, studying her beautiful face, and she sighed heavily. I had more questions, but I needed her to start talking. I ignored her needs for far too long.
"I got scared, I guess," she whispered, shrugging. "It's been almost a month, and you didn't show any interest in me."
"Okay, come here." I patted the place next to me, and she lay down, resting her head on my chest.
"I am scared of performance," I admitted quietly, for some odd reason ashamed of myself. "I almost died, and any man in my position would be happy to move his fingers, but I'm not some average person."
She raised her head, looking at my face, listening to my every word with love swirling in her eyes. Her hand on my chest caressed me through the T-shirt, giving me the strength to continue. I felt extremely vulnerable and highly uncomfortable, but I had to be honest with her. She deserved it.
"You know me, princess. I would never settle for something mediocre," I whispered, drifting my gaze to the ceiling because my feelings and her glance overwhelmed me. "I didn't think you would be interested in me in this state."
And, it was out. My deepest fear wasn't from performance but from her rejection. My heart painfully clenched in my chest, and I gritted my teeth.
"How can you say that?" she breathed, her voice strained with emotions. "I would be with you no matter what."
