The Princess’s Order I Couldn’t Disobey
“I’m your lady and I order you to stay still,” she whispered. I had survived three combat missions, but nothing had prepared me to obey her.
“I’m your lady and I order you to stay still,” she whispered. I had survived three combat missions, but nothing had prepared me to obey her.
When the elevator doors closed, nobody was pretending anymore. Marina found my hand and guided it under her skirt while you kissed me without taking your eyes off them.
When I got the final dare of the night, I knew I could say no. What no one expected was for me to say yes with that smile on my lips.
There’s a bathroom no one uses at the back of the garage. I’ve spent days imagining you there, against the mirror, while I whisper everything I want to do to you.
Three hours under the sun, soaked in sweat, and from the shade of the tree he saw something on the terrace that took his breath away: they knew he was watching them.
We had a pact and one word to stop everything. But as she slept face down, I knew that morning I wasn’t going to say it.
He told me to spread my legs and put my hands behind my head. What he thought was a routine pat-down was really the start of my game.
We went into the shower just to wash off the day’s fatigue. We came out with a very different idea in mind and a challenge neither of us planned to lose.
I sent him a photo of a little box and four words: “tonight I’ll play with you.” I didn’t know the new toy wasn’t for me, but for him.
I lay down naked thinking I only wanted to sleep. Three hours later, I was still discovering how much pleasure I could give myself.
I knew the exact time she’d be back. I left the door ajar, turned off the light, and waited to hear her footsteps in the hallway before starting.
I thought it would just be another chat to kill the boredom. But when he started typing, I closed my eyes and let his words do what no hand had done in months.
The wall was thin, my bed creaked against it, and one morning I found a note slipped under my door. Someone had been listening to everything.
I’ve been writing for half an hour and I no longer know whether the hands running over that skin are the character’s or mine on my own body.
I showed her the video and she collapsed on the living room floor. But when she got back up, she was no longer the woman her husband had humiliated for twenty years.
I left work without underwear and with my blouse half-open. I only wanted to feel the air between my legs. I had no idea who I’d find in the train car.