Possessing the Princess

She danced as gracefully as ever, though the new voluptuous curves added a certain fluidity and womanliness to each motion.

Eyes opening but shaded low, she sent me a carnal look while her hips undulated. “Dance with me, Aris.”

Hunger for her made my gut clench. “I prefer to watch a while longer.”

Gyrating closer, the seductress simpered coyly, “So it’s voyeuristic tendencies then.”

A low chuckle throbbed from my chest as I appreciated the deep swirls of her hips. She writhed with a belly dancer’s sensuality, sexy down to her soul.

“No tendencies,” I admitted gruffly. “It’s just you. All you. Always you.”

She swiveled around, her wide hips leading the way. The sinuous curve of her spine was laid bare by the dress too, and I leaned across to touch her just as she slipped away from me.

The gorgeous temptress.

Chuckling in a gravelly tone, I reclined again, my gaze focused solely on her.

“Da. You will be my concubine,” I uttered, my timbre low, my words coarse.

Spinning right back around, she stared with new fire in her onyx irises. “Your what?”

I lazily sipped my vodka, sending her a hooded look.

“Part of my harem,” I said just to tease her.

With another hip-swinging saunter, she returned to me. “I dare you to say that to me again.”

After putting the glass down, I rose to my full height.

I crushed up against her, taking her mouth in a bruising kiss. “My wife. My love. A free woman.”

“That’s better,” she crooned hotly.

“Just mine,” I murmured possessively.

The engagement ring on her finger. The gold cuffs on her wrists and ankles. The ruby beads I’d purchased on a whim. Her dagger.

A princess.

And a most unlikely love.

I tucked my body around hers, dipping a bit to rock and rub together in time with the music’s tempo. Running my hands up her back, I teased her hair and traced her neck. My lips glided across hers as she rolled her hips into me, digging her fingers into my ass.

Desire became urgent, and she broke the kiss with a breathless gasp.

“I need you, Aris.” Gripping my hair, she almost mewled with lust. “I’ve wanted you inside me all day long. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

It had built all day. The lust. The hunger. The need and greed, and now I couldn’t think beyond burying myself inside Roya.

I maintained the rocking motion, intoxicating both of us. “You will have to wait a little while longer. I have something special for you still.”

As her head fell back, I was right there with my tongue trawling up the column of her neck. I tasted the salt of the sea breeze, the tang of her flesh, the spicy hint of her perfume.

I pressed my lips to her earlobe, and she gasped.

“I hope the special thing is your cock.”

“That can be arranged too.” I grinned darkly, fucking ravenous.

Down below in our suite, I took my time undressing my prize.

I didn’t know if she understood just how beautiful she was to me, just how much power she held over me. I tried to show her as I slowly removed the liquid red dress, show her with my hands and lips skimming all over her body. I worshipped her, teasing out the dark gems of her nipples. I revered her, taking her mouth in mine while I folded both hands around her belly.

I devoted myself to her, drawing sighs of pleasure as I conjured dewy wetness from her body and painted it all around her pussy.

Her caresses just as thorough and overwhelming, she likewise undressed me. The stimulation of her hands on me—across my chest and along my flexing ass and all over my abs and cock—had me clenching and twisting all over.

When we were both fully naked, I kissed her again. Our tongues delving, dragging, discovering on an endless loop.

At last, I put a small amount of space between our two bodies.

I held her wrists and flipped her hands upside down. I stroked her sensitive flesh then surrounded the hammered gold cuffs.

My voice was raw when I spoke, and there was no teasing now. “These have other features too.”

She glanced at me warily. “Let me guess. More locking mechanisms?”

“Da. Of a sort.” I popped up the D-rings hidden away on the sides of the bangles. “You tolerated the blindfold for me. I want to restrain you again.”

I hadn’t bound her in any way since the abduction, and I took a risk now.

“Aris?” she pleaded in a worried tone.

Peppering kisses all along her neck and up to her ear, I tried to ease her fears. “I will not hurt you. Never. Not like that.”

After she gave me a scant nod, I nudged her to the foot of the bed and pivoted her around so she faced the fluffy expanse. I ghosted my fingers down the center of her spine before tracing my way back up one of her arms. I bent her over then laid both of her palms out wide on either side of her. After sweeping the hair from her face—I wanted her to see everything I was doing—I retrieved the end of one silken cord from the corner of the bed. The rope slithered with a whisper—a small metal hook on the free end—and I attached the hook to the ring on her bracelet.

When she shuddered, I laid a pathway of moist meandering kisses down one side of her spine and up the other. Then I repeated the same process with her other wrist, carefully attaching another cord from the opposite side of the bed to her cuff.

And I made sure everything was nice and tight.

A moan pressed out of Roya, and I pulled her farther out by her hips. Leaning over her, I palmed the heavy orbs of her tits and tickled my lips across the nape of her neck.

“Keep your legs spread for me, baby, and I won’t do your ankles too,” I whispered thickly in her ear.

I stepped back, always keeping in contact with her; my hand on her waist, my hair-coarsened thigh against the sleekness of hers, my palm coasting over the flesh of her ass. I observed her, bent over and parallel to the floor, the bulge of her belly beneath her and her swaying ass so sexy she made my cock weep.

Satisfied with her position and the chills that coalesced on her skin wherever I left a lingering touch, I thundered a deep, male sound.

In response, her back arched and I couldn’t resist sweeping my hand below to skim from her pussy up over her tummy to her dangling, heavy breasts.

Then I dropped the key to her cuffs right next to one curled hand as I whispered my tongue down her sinuous back. “You have the key. You have the key to me right there. If you need out, don’t worry.”

“The cuffs? You’ll make me take the cuffs off if I can’t . . .” she cried out softly, the pained noise breaking into me.

“I will put them right back on you.” My fingers cruised beneath her again, weighing her pendulous breasts, fluttering at the peaks of her nipples. “I just won’t put you through this tonight.”

The gamble was huge, but Roya needed a way back. To fully, finally, inhabit herself again.

To drive out the last demons haunting her dreams.