Page 35 of Prince of Control
He draws a deep breath through his nostrils. “Mmm. This is why you smell like butterscotch.” He rubs his hands together then brings his palms to my head. “You have the most beautiful hair, printsessa. I love it. It’s so long. So thick.”
His praise is starting to seep into the cracks in my armor, and the most vulnerable part of me sops it up like a sponge. I’ve worked so hard to be strong and independent, living in a different country from my parents, but having someone take care of me this way reminds me of just how alone I often felt. Especially over the last few days. Even though I know it stems from his control issues, Baron’s nurture and praise feel far too necessary right now to refuse, so I let go and enjoy.
I close my eyes and drink in the pleasure of having my scalp massaged. Of being held up when my knees are weak. Of not having to make decisions for myself when I’ve been in a state of survival panic since my dad showed up and told me I had to marry this man.
Before he finishes washing my hair, though, Baron spanks me again.
My eyes fly open in surprise. I’m the type who likes to get things right. To be kind and considerate and avoid judgment from others. But then I remember what he said last time. This is for pleasure. It’s not punishment.
“I’m not done with this ass yet,” he growls, tipping my torso forward.
I catch the edge of the shower’s entryway and hang on.
“Spread your legs. I’m gonna spank that sweet pussy.”
I obey, despite my mind rebelling at his statement. My body must want it. Must trust that I’ll like it.
He slaps lightly between my legs. A jolt of sensation goes through me, registering in three places at once–my clit, inside my pussy, and my anus.
“Oh!” I cry out.
He peppers my ass with spanks that are hard enough to make me jerk and jump then slaps between my legs again. “I’m gonna pound into this pussy when I get you in our bed,” he says, tugging me back under the water to rinse off the shampoo.
I moan, all turned on again. Baron is brilliant–keeping me wildly turned on and on edge, even as he gives me a break. He quickly smooths conditioner in my hair while I rub myself. I’m shocked at how different things feel down there–my pussy is plump and swollen. Slick and open.
“Uh uh.” Baron catches my wrist and moves my hand away. His body molds against mine from behind, his hard cock pressing at my lower back. “That’s my job.” He rubs between my legs.
I like giving him the job. His fingers are larger. More skilled. He squeezes one of my breasts, and I lay my head back against his chest and let him explore between my legs.
“You liked your spanking.” He rumbles the words right against my ear–a dark seductive taunt.
I want to protest, but then he says, “I’m gonna learn everything you like, my beautiful wife.”
Something about him reminding me that we’re married drains away some of the passion. A sense of defeat washes over me.
I am married to this man.
We are married.
It already happened, despite my wishes.
In this moment, I no longer have the desire to fight. I surrender to my fate. To this reality.
Baron senses the change and rotates me in his arms to face him. “I know.”
He pulls me against his chest and then rocks me side to side. We’re slow dancing in the shower to the rhythm of our heartbeats. I want to push away, but I don’t have the energy. I don’t even want to fight him anymore.
I just need to grieve.
“I know you didn’t want this. I didn’t either.” Baron’s voice has a different tone to it. It’s not the commanding one he was using a moment ago. Nor does it carry that quiet confidence he wields so well.
It sounds…real. Like I’m getting the real Baron for the first time.
“But Lara, the moment I met you, I felt–” He breaks off, and I go still because I sense that whatever he says–if he drops his control and lets himself say it–will be something I can believe.
I don’t lift my head from his chest even though I’m dying to search his face. I’m afraid if I do, that impregnable mask of his will slide back into place.
“You felt familiar. Like my body recognized that you’ve belonged to me all along.”
