Keeping My Prince Charming

“I guess I can be quiet as a mouse as well,” he said in a low growl, his eyes narrowed as he stared at me.

“What does that mean?” I squeaked out, my head dropping down his body and staring at him in all his naked glory. I swallowed hard as I took in his tan muscles and manhood. How glorious and perfect his body was. It wasn’t fair. Not only was he handsome and sexy, but he also knew how to use every inch of what he had to make me feel like I was the only woman in the world when he made love to me. “Am I the Tom to your Jerry, or are you the Jerry to my Tom?” I spoke again, feeling nervous as I waited for a response.

“You think this is a game?” There was a lilt to his voice that I hadn’t heard before and I shook my head slowly.

“I don’t think this is a game.”

“What is it you want from me, Lola?” He touched the side of my face softly.

“What is it I want from you? You’re the one that—”

“You were going to leave without saying goodbye?” He frowned and stared at the bag in my hand. His voice was accusing as he stared into my eyes. “You were just going to fuck me and leave me?”

“Xavier.” I blushed at the crudeness of his words.

“Yes?”

“That’s not what was happening.” I frowned and sighed. “Look, I don’t want to do this anymore.” I bit my lower lip. “What you said yesterday, you were right. I don’t want to be in this world. I don’t want to play these games. I don’t want to be used or feel like I’m a pawn in a game you’re playing with your friends and family.”

“You think I’ve been using you as a pawn?” He was angry now, and I swallowed hard.

“I don’t know,” I said softly. “I just don’t know anymore. I guess we can talk–”

“Enough!” His voice was loud and abrupt. “I’m done talking.”

“So what do we do now?” I took a step back and felt the door behind me.

“What do you think?” He took a step toward me and I felt his hardness against my stomach as he leaned into me, his face hovering above mine.

“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking,” I said childishly, and his eyes narrowed again. His green eyes surveyed me in annoyance and I found it hard to look away from their sparkling brilliance.

“Now you receive your punishment.” He grabbed my wrists and pulled them above my head and back against the door.

“My punishment?” I swallowed hard and he grabbed my bag from my hand and dropped it onto the ground. “Punishment for what?”

“Trying to leave.” He growled again and I felt his tongue on my neck as his hands slid down the side of my body, stopping at my waist and working their way back up again.

“You’re going to give me a punishment for trying to leave?” I licked my lips as his hands caressed the curve of my breasts.

“Don’t you think you deserve one?” His fingers pinched my nipples and I moaned. Xavier smiled at the sound and leaned down and whispered in my ear.

“Are you ready?” His tone was soft and his breath tickled my inner ear. I moved against him slightly and he held my body more firmly against the door.

“Ready for my punishment?” I whispered, my mind filling with ideas of what he had planned. What would his punishment be? My legs tingled as I thought of all the things he might do to me. I groaned as I realized that I was turned on by the thought of doing some kinky-ass shit with Xavier. All thoughts of leaving right away had fled from my mind.

“Yes, your punishment.”

“Punishment for leaving?” I gazed into his eyes, challenging him. “I can’t leave? Is this a prison? Am I your prisoner? Am I your sex slave, Xavier?”

“What do you think, Lola?” His lips pressed against mine and he kissed me hard. I stood there, still as a statue, doing everything in my power to stop myself from kissing him. He pulled away from me after a few seconds, looking annoyed that I hadn’t kissed him back.

“What are you going to do to me?” I whispered, my mind imagining myself laid out on his bed with my ass in the air as he spanked me. I stifled another groan as I realized that would be a punishment I might be quite fond of.

“I think that’s for me to know...” He grabbed my arms and pulled me against him tight. His arms wrapped around my waist and I felt my breasts crushed against his chest and I could feel his cock wiggling against my stomach.

“Xavier.” I swallowed. “What are you doing?”

“Lola, that’s my question for you. What is it that you think you’re doing? Do you think I’m just going to let you walk out of here?” He stepped back from me suddenly and I felt bereft without his warm touch next to me.

“I just thought it would be better if I left before you woke up.”

“Better in what way?” He shook his head. “Do you think that the guard wouldn’t call me as soon as you walked downstairs? Did you really think you could just leave and never see me again?” His eyes searched my face. “And more importantly, is that what you wanted?”

“I...Xavier...I…” My voice croaked as I stared at him in confusion.

“I love you, Lola. I love you.” He grabbed my face and kissed me softly. “Don’t you understand that that’s why I don’t want you to leave? Don’t you understand that that’s why I need you to be with me?”