His Beloved Princess (Punished #2)

1. A Wake-Up Call

A Wake-Up Call

Bastian

A pleasurable feeling stirred me from my sleep, and I slowly opened my eyes.

My vision was blurry, but I could make out a blonde woman’s head moving up and down, playing with my cock.

Surprise was quickly replaced by pure bliss when my mind recognized the female working on me first thing in the morning.

“Fuck, princess,” I moaned. My breathing quickened when she licked my length and took me into her warm, wet mouth. I tangled my fingers in her hair, tilting my head back and closing my eyes. I could get used to this kind of treatment. I quickly made a mental note of the new Saturday morning rule.

It wasn’t hard for my stunning girl to finish me off like a professional.

Her mouthwork was exceptional. The way she moved her tongue and, at the same time, sucked my cock was otherworldly.

She needed an introduction to almost every aspect of the BDSM relationship, but in oral sex, she was magnificent.

“Good morning, sir,” she purred after she swallowed my cum. Her eyes glowed with excitement and happiness when she gave me one of her radiant smiles. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. And she was mine. I couldn’t be happier .

“Good morning, baby girl.” I yawned, stretching my body, bathing in the postorgasmic calmness that always settled in my chest after an intense climax. For at least a few minutes, I forgot about my daily responsibilities.

“How did we get back home?” Electra asked, leaning closer to my abdomen and licking her way up my chest. She wanted to play.

“While you were sleeping, I carried you to the car and then here,” I answered, stroking her arm while she was nibbling the skin on my shoulder. “I thought you would wake up, but you were dead asleep.”

“I don’t remember any of it.” She giggled next to my ear, continuing to kiss me.

“It’s okay. I took care of you,” I muttered, closing my eyes and taking pleasure from her soft lips, pecking my jaw. My cock twitched again with need, and when she sat on me, pressing her wet core against my stiff member, I couldn’t stop my natural reaction.

I grabbed her plump ass cheeks, squeezing them before I slightly lifted her and pushed myself inside of her. If I didn’t know her, I would have checked her wetness, but it wasn’t necessary. Her slick opening sucked me in, and her walls clenched around me when she gasped and bit my neck.

“Ride me, princess,” I commanded, and she pressed her palms against my chest, supporting herself, and slowly started making circles with her pelvis. I gave her a few seconds to adjust to my size and then moved my hands to her hips, helping her go up and down my shaft.

The whole time, she tried to maintain eye contact. Her rhythm quickened, and she moaned while I hungrily watched her bouncing breasts. She was amazing. Those lustful hazel orbs were piercing my soul. The image of her riding my cock was imprinted into my brain for eternity.

This would be my answer if someone ever asked me what my favorite memory of her was so far. She was sweaty and panting, squeezing my thighs for support while she was giving me herself over and over again—my perfect woman.

I was close to my second climax, but I didn’t want to end our morning session. I swiftly pulled myself up, pressing her body against mine, and kissed her, stopping her movements .

Without warning, I threw her on the bed. She groaned in frustration, flashing me a disapproving glare. My method of getting her on all fours was rough, but when I entered her from behind, making her cry out my name, everything was forgiven.

As I expected, the scenes at my club and our first kiss demolished the last barrier between us. My given name wasn’t a taboo for her anymore; she wasn’t nervous about starting something if she wanted me to fuck her. Everything was as it should be, and it didn’t even take long.

My ragged thoughts disturbed me for a moment from pleasurable activity, but Electra’s sweet whining brought me back to reality in a millisecond.

I smacked her ass lightly, grinning when it jiggled because of that weak spank and then pushed myself inside her hard.

She fisted a cushion, groaning into the mattress, and her wet pussy hugged me tightly before I withdrew my dick out of her and entered her again.

I felt she was close and deserved her release after that wake-up call, so I took a fistful of her hair and pulled her up. Her moans and erratic breathing were like a symphony to my ears. I wrapped my hand around her throat, pressing her sweaty body against mine while I continued with my thrusts.

“Come for me, princess,” I whispered into her ear, my voice clouded with desire. I loved that feeling when she surrendered herself to her orgasm, when her pussy clenched around my cock, and her body gave up.

After a few more pushes, that was exactly what I experienced. Her whole frame was trembling; she was screaming in ecstasy, unable to hold her eyes open. I proceeded with my work, finishing a few seconds later, taking what was mine.

I was still inside her when her body went limp in my arms. She was having a hard time catching her breath.

I gently put her on the bed, making sure I didn’t crush her with my weight.

We were lying beside each other for almost thirty minutes without any movement or a word spoken.

I noticed her chest rising and falling evenly, telling me she was sleeping .

As I gently kissed her forehead, shoulder, and cheek, she didn’t move, so I let her be. As quietly as possible, I left the bed and quickly showered. It was 10 a.m., and I had a meeting with my brother in an hour.

While Andreas talked to me about some stuff I didn’t consider useful, my mind drifted to Electra.

Tonight’s event would be crucial for our public image. I could only hope everything would go as planned.

Electra

I woke up with the sun shining right into my eyes.

Someone opened the curtains, and the light was burning holes into my skull.

I turned around, groaning and patting the spot next to me, but Mr. Thorn wasn’t there.

The images of our morning encounter flooded my mind, and I smiled, slowly opening my eyes.

I peeked at the nightstand, checking the time on the alarm clock, and sighed.

It was 1 p.m. Sir had a meeting at 11 a.m. and another at 2 p.m. He was probably in the office or one of his restaurants already.

He didn’t text me or call, and I didn’t find a pink note anywhere in the bedroom, so I moved to the bathroom with a frown.

While taking a hot shower and enjoying the heat and steam, my mind drifted to last night’s adventure.

The experience during the scenes was incredible, but something else stole the show.

The kiss. It was the moment I would surely remember till the end of my life.

A man like Sebastian Thorn, who could have any woman he wanted, who had everything in life, wanted to share it with me.

He fell in love with me. I just couldn’t wrap my brain around it. It felt amazing yet so unbelievable.

With a stupid grin, I walked out of the shower. Standing in front of the grand mirror, my heart skipped a few beats. He left me a note on the mirror, but it was visible only when the room was full of steam.

Behave, princess ??

I couldn’t stop the broad smile that settled on my face while reading his little message repeatedly. His two words could make me happy without him even being present. I heard him whispering them into my ear while my body quivered and my whole existence craved him.

I didn’t understand how I was able to live without him. My mind couldn’t comprehend why I was ever in relationships with men who didn’t respect me or didn’t value my efforts. Why couldn’t I find what I needed in life?

In a second, tears were brimming in my eyes when I thought of all those years I had listened to my mother about not being good enough.

She started that nonsense when she told me I would never find a man who would love me.

She crushed my dreams of a great relationship where my prince would cherish me.

She broke my heart when I was only ten years old, and now, finally, I’ve realized she was very mistaken.

I was enough for a man like Mr. Thorn. He had a fantastic career, an impossible amount of money, great looks, and much more.

He had a soft heart, which beat for me. He gave me his time and attention.

He prioritized me above everything. He invited me into his life, giving me everything I wanted and didn’t even know I needed.

If I was his first choice, I had nothing to worry about with anyone else.

I was enough.

Wiping my wet cheeks, I smiled in the mirror and left the bathroom. As I put on casual clothes, the party, which would start at seven, began haunting me.

I was anxious about the upcoming event. I wasn’t sure if I should be there as Mr. Thorn’s assistant or his official plus one.

I already got a few emails from the press because my name was written next to his on the guest list, but I ignored them.

However, thinking about it, I was confused. I didn’t know where I stood .

Just when I was about to call Mr. Thorn because his regular meeting with one of the shareholders should be over, my eyes landed on the pink note and blue file on the coffee table. I plopped on the sofa, taking the soft paper and reading.

Princess,

This is the draft of our contract without an expiration date because our current agreement will end in a few days. Please read it, make notes, add whatever you think should be there, and leave it in my office. We’ll have another round of negotiations soon.

BT

A small smile crept on my lips when I opened the file, but it was interrupted by the ring of an elevator in the foyer.

Rushing into the hall, I walked from behind the corner to see a woman, about fifty years old, in a long red dress with perfect makeup and black hair in a stylish updo.

She raised her eyebrows at me expectantly and frowned.

“Bastian sent me to help some girl named Electra prepare for the party,” she announced in a neutral tone, eyeing me up and down.

“I’m Electra,” I said, returning the look when she shot me a surprised glance.

“Great, we can start right away.” She clapped her hands, motioning for me to follow her. “You must be perfect tonight.”

I took a deep breath, and my heart went wild. Obviously, I wasn’t going to the party as an assistant.