Keeping My Prince Charming (Finding My Prince Charming 3)

“Oh, gosh,” I mumbled under my breath as I felt the feather move back up to my breasts and circled my nipples. I was almost positive that it was Xavier with me in the room. He was trying to punish me for staying put and going through with the next round. He wanted to make me beg for him to bring me to climax. He was going to make me beg to have him finish the job.

“Please,” I whispered softly under my breath and I squirmed on the bed as the feather worked its way across the tips of my nipples, as the sides of his fingers grazed my flesh softly. Time seemed to stand still as I lay there, feeling every brush with as much intensity as if it had been something much rougher. And then he moved back down again. And this time he didn’t hold back. The feather moved back and forth and up and down and each time I felt it soft against my panties. I then felt his knuckles, rough and determined against my bud. And with each movement, it felt more and more intense until suddenly, I could take it no more. I screamed as my body buckled with an orgasm and still Xavier, or who I thought was Xavier, continued. The feather and his knuckles continued to tease and torment me as I lay there in my own juices wanting nothing more than to be fucked. My breathing was intense as I concentrated on the light graze of his knuckles. I could picture the smirk on his face as he stared at my face and body: my parted lips panting slightly, the rise of my breasts, the widening of my legs, the curling of my toes. I was as turned on as I’d ever been. The touch of the feather, the graze of his finger, the darkness of the blindfold, the smell of sex on sandy nights, the beating of my heart, the wetness between my legs. Everything reminded me that this man had completely and utterly captured the very essence of my being. He’d captured my heart, my love, and my soul. And just like that he was gone. I could feel his physical presence leaving my side and I felt cold as I lay there. It was almost as if he’d taken away my soul with him as he’d left. My body still tingled in remembrance of his skillful touch. I could feel myself growing tired as I lay there. All I wanted to do was fall asleep, but I knew the real test was yet to come.

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I don’t know how the darkness can get darker, but it did as I lay back on the bed waiting for the next man to enter the room. I didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t know if I’d be even more pent up after what Xavier had just done to me. Or at least what I thought Xavier had done to me. There was still a little doubt in my mind. Had it really been Xavier? And if hadn’t, what did it mean that another man had made me come with a feather and a graze of his hand?

The air seemed to change as I heard footsteps of someone approaching me. I held my breath as I waited to see what was going to happen next—if this whole process was going to be my undoing. My panties felt wet still and I wished that I’d been able to have a quick wash and change of underwear. I felt cheap and dirty lying there waiting for a mystery man to touch me. I wondered if I’d lost my mind. I wondered what all my friends back home would think if they could see me now. No one would believe me. No one would think it possible that Lola Franklin was taking part in some sort of sexual games with the elite of Europe. I wouldn’t have thought it possible,either. I wondered what Anna thought—if she was jealous of me or concerned about my safety. Most probably a bit of both. I’m sure she regretted letting me come out here by myself. We were a team. We both looked out for each other and tried to stop the other one from making mistakes. Though, as I felt the palms of the man in front of me running over my nipples, I wasn’t sure how much of a mistake this was. Not if I was honest with myself. If I was honest with myself, I was loving the freedom, loving the attention and loving the wantonness of being a woman that many men desired. I felt my legs clenching as the man started to squeeze my nipples hard. He wasn’t building up to anything or holding back. This man had come to turn me on and there was no game to it. No finesse or pretense. I can’t say that I minded. My breath caught as his fingers ran down my stomach and straight into my panties. I squirmed as I felt him rub against my aching bud. I wasn’t even sure if he was allowed to do what he was doing. I closed my legs and his fingers pulled out abruptly and I felt him rubbing my juices off of his fingers onto my panties. I lay there wondering what the man was thinking and feeling as he stood there, not touching me. I wondered what I looked like, if I looked like a whore or some sort of ethereal creature that was confident and happy in her body.

I wasn’t left wondering for long because within a few seconds, I felt the man’s lips on my breast, sucking gently as his tongue flicked my aching nipple back and forth against his teeth. He sucked as if he were drinking the most expensive champagne and wanted to savor the taste on his lips and tongue. His tongue was dancing on my breast in that slow, rhythmic movement that only the best dancers have. He alternated between fast and slow and rough and gentle and it was driving me crazy; absolutely crazy.

“I’m going to show you how a real man pleases his woman.” The voice was gruff and unexpected as he whispered in my ear. I barely caught the words before the man’s mouth fell to my breast again and he pulled and tugged on my nipples sharply, his teeth nibbling as if I were the first meal he’d had in years. I squirmed on the bed in discomfort and pleasure. My nipples were aching—in pain and exquisite delight. My body was on fire and I was aching to cry out, to beg the man to stop. I still had no idea who I was with. There had been a slight accent, but the words had been so fast and unexpected that I didn’t know who they belonged to. It was almost as if the words were a part of his seduction. A part of making me lose myself completely to him, whoever he was. It was almost too much. It was as if this man had taken on the challenge of the man before. He was doing everything in his power to let me know that there was no better love than him and he was right. The pain was intense, but not too much. The pleasure hit all the right spots at all the right times. This man was a master of pleasure. He was building me up to a frenzy, making me think things I’d never thought before. Making me want to do things, to scream, to shout, to beg, to completely give myself over, just for a release. This man held power over me. He had me in the palm of his hands and that scared me. It scared me because I’d been so confident that the first man had been Xavier. And if that was correct, if Xavier had brought me to orgasm with a feather, then this meant that the man that I was currently with—the man that I’d move mountains to spend another night with—was someone else. And not just someone else, but the someone else. If the man with me was Stephan, with his dazzling blue eyes that had enraptured me at first sight, if that was the man driving me to this level, then I knew I was in trouble. I knew that everything I thought I’d felt, known, and believed before was nothing compared to the feelings that I was experiencing now. Heaven help me, but I felt like I was falling down a rabbit hole and I wasn’t going to be lucky enough to come out unscathed.