10. Casen
Casen
The princess has taken me to the very brink.
She has no idea how close I’ve been since I first pushed myself into her. If I am honest, I was close from the moment I caught her up in my arms and tied that blindfold around her eyes. I felt her give in. I felt the heat of her body as she got wet with desire.
I know how she wants this.
And I also know how frustrated she has been, waiting and waiting.
I admit I teased her tonight. I would have come earlier, but she stood at her balcony doors so boldly, wanting to shout into the night.
I made her wait. In case she truly wished to slam the doors and shut me out completely.
I craved to give her the feeling of what she got herself off on, though it cannot have been entirely unexpected. She is the one who asked to be controlled in bed. She is the one who fantasized about being stolen and begged aloud, thinking no one was listening.
She stretches on the pillows, making soft sounds that tell me she is close to her limit.
I’ve wanted to find my release inside her all this time, and now that the moment is close, I want it to last.
No matter what I wish, my body will not obey indefinitely. I put more of my weight into holding her down, keeping her bent in half, and fuck into her with all my strength.
She comes again—it is a delicious feeling around me—and stifles her sounds with her hand. I thrust in as deep as her body will allow and let myself go.
Quickly pulling out, I pulse against her clit and come on her stomach. With the cloth from my pocket, I do my best to wipe the evidence of the night from her.
Cora reaches out, and I gather her into my arms and lie us both on the pillows, careful not to move the blindfold and keeping her hands away from our faces.
She does not fight me. Now that she is sated, she presses herself into my arms and relaxes, her breathing evening out as she falls asleep, the blindfold still around her eyes.
I have dreamed of this.
I’ve dreamed of holding her gently after fucking her like a whore. I’ve dreamed of listening to her fall asleep while my spend leaks between her thighs.
I stay too long, relishing it.
Cora breathes deeply by the time I ease myself out of the bed. I fetch a cloth, wet it, and slide it gently between her thighs until there is no evidence of what I have done.
Then I pull the covers over her. She does not wake when I remove the blindfold and tuck it into my pocket.
This has all been part of the dream. I pull my clothes back into order and make sure I have not left anything of mine behind that would lead her—or anyone else—to me before I am ready. Then I slip out into the night, unseen.
My lover. She is mine. No matter what the courts may say. No matter if she would turn away if only she knew the truth… I only need a bit more time. I pray to the gods, the new and the old, for a bit more time.