2 - Princess
2 - PRINCESS
SEAN
It wasn’t ideal to have a meeting with my colleague at a strip club, but it was private, cozy with perfect drinks and pretty women.
Especially her .
My hand ran through her silky, soft strands of golden hair. She was tense in the beginning, but after a few minutes, she was being such a good girl, kneeling for me.
I didn’t usually make strangers kneel for me, but it had been such a long time since I played with someone. The broken engagement still stung, and I hadn’t gone on dates my mom set up for me (even though I’m in my forties) or took anyone home for play.
But there was something innocent, yet carefree, about her.
I wanted to protect her.
Keep her all to myself.
That’s why I had to hold back from tying her up when I first saw her move about in the club. Unaware of the lusty and leery gazes from both men and women. I wanted her—not to have sex with her—but like some spoiled child wanting a pet or a toy.
She was pretty, and I wanted her to be my good pet.
“And what about the allegations…” Derek, my friend and law firm partner, let his sentence hang in the air. Together, we had built a practice that catered to an exclusive clientele—millionaires who could afford our premium services. This particular case involved a messy divorce. We were sifting through our client’s exchanges with her ex-partner, trying to determine if he had been unfaithful during their marriage.
The meeting lasted for half an hour more, and I could feel her shifting on her knees ever so slightly, making my dick twitch.
I was a sadist, but I wanted to make sure she was okay.
“I’ll see what I can find and get back to you soon,” Derek said, buttoning his suit and standing up. He eyed the girl on my side and shook his head at me. He was a sweet guy. He didn’t understand my taste, and that was fine. I watched him leave and set my iPad and files in my leather bag.
“You okay, Princess?” I asked her, her breaths even. I could see her cleavage and— fuck me , she wasn’t wearing a bra. My jaw clenched seeing her flushed skin and the light perspiration.
“I…” she blinked at me, her eyes glassy as she licked her pouty lips. “I’m fine.”
She wasn’t fine.
“Can I place you on my lap?” I asked her and gathered her in my arms after she nodded. Settling her on my thigh, I tucked a lock of hair behind her ear so I could see her flustered face. “Now, tell me how are you feeling without lying to me.”
Her eyes were striking blue, nose dainty as she moved her lips. “I feel strange.” Her voice was whisper soft, and I wanted to hear it more.
“Strange how, sweet girl?” I asked, wishing she’d meet my eyes instead of staring at her lap. “Was it a good strange or a bad strange?”
Later . I would reprimand her later if she wished so.
Little frown gathered on her forehead as she tried to find words for what she felt. I wanted to rub her back, soothe her, and make her comfortable, but I didn’t want to overwhelm her by touching her more. Especially when the dress was held by thin straps at the back.
“I don’t know. It felt nice. I liked it somehow,” she rambled, her eyes finally lifting to my face. I held my breath when they landed on my lips and the thin glasses.
“That’s good.” I rubbed her knee with my thumb, just caressing her warm skin lightly, and smiled. “You did well, Princess.”
“Why do you call me that?” She asked, her eyes trailing from my hand cupped around her knee to my face.
“It suits you.” I hummed and answered, “You’re pretty with a doll-like face, and you’re an obedient girl who likes to please people.”
A strange emotion passed through her eyes.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Candy.”
I paused the caressing on her knee and looked at her. “Your real name, Princess.”
She swallowed, her slender throat bobbing. “We’re not allowed to share our real name with customers.”
“I’ll pay you five times the amount I promised.”
Her pupils widened and lips parted. “J-just for my name?”
I nodded, cupping her cheek and repeating my question, “I’ll pay you anything you want for your name and your time, Princess.”
She chuckled dryly, and I pinched her cheek lightly, mock-glaring at her beautiful face.
“My time? For what?”
She was getting comfortable in my lap, and as much as I loved the warm press of her ass on my thigh, it was a lot closer to my crotch, where I would sport a bulge soon. I was a man. I could not hide my desire for much longer, even though I was curious about her. I wanted her. More than sex.
“Be my sweet obedient pet, Princess,” I said, running my knuckles down the soft arch of her jaw to curl a blond tendril of her hair around my finger. “Kneel for me and spend time with me. I’ll provide for you.”
“W-what?”
Up close, I could see freckles on her nose and cheeks. I wanted to kiss and cherish every one of them.
“I want to be your Sugar Daddy, Princess.”
Her big doe eyes blinked at me.
“I want to buy you for tonight,” I whispered, wanting to own her.
Calm down. You’ll scare her.
I waited patiently for her reply, even though she was tense in my arms. I kept my hold light in case she wanted to stand up and leave. I would respect her wish—until I could come up with a better offer to buy her time.
She didn’t know it yet, but she was mine. My pet . My Princess .
Like hell I was going to let her go.
“Are you married?” She asked, surprising me with the question.
“I’m single,” I replied honestly. “Never been married and no kids.” I always used protection.
Her eyes narrowed as she shifted in my lap. I clenched my hand. The last thing I wanted was for her to think I’m a creep because I got a boner from a pretty girl sitting on my lap.
“What do you do?” She asked, eyeing the leather bag. “Prosecutor?”
“I’m a lawyer.”
“And your age?”
I chuckled, squeezing her waist, and answered, “I’m forty-four, Princess.”
And I knew she was at least twenty-one since the owner of the club didn’t allow anyone younger than the drinking age to work there.
“ Oh ,” she whispered, a red flush creeping up her pale skin to her cheeks. So adorable. “I-I’m twenty-four.”
I leaned to grab the closed water bottle from the table, her hot breath fanning against my neck, making it harder to control myself. She smelled like a cupcake with vanilla frosting. Innocent and playful.
I wanted to bite her and get a taste.
Instead, I uncapped the bottle and handed it to her. “ Drink .”
She was getting back on earth, but I didn’t want to take a chance and give her a proper aftercare. It was my favorite part of the play.
Her slender throat bobbed as she followed my order and finished more than half of the water. I wiped the corner of her bottom lip and eyed the smudged lipstick.
“How are you going to reach home?” I asked, wishing I could take her to my place instead. We would shower together, I’d wash her hair, cook her food if she’s hungry and then we’d cuddle to sleep.
Her bottom lip jutted out. “I need to board the last bus.”
Take a bus late at night in LA? Hell no.
“I am taking you home,” I said, patting her back to gesture her to stand. I kneeled in front of her, helping her with the heels. Her knees wobbled when I cradled her foot to slide it in the heel. Her hand landed on my shoulder for support. Her toes were painted in cute pale pink nail polish, and like the rest of her, her long legs were soft.
For a brief second, I imagined them around my face. Minus the stockings.
Straightening up to my full height, I peered down at her as she gaped up at me, her pupils dilated.
Her throat bobbed. “Do you fuck your sugar babies too?”