The Jewel of Denial
“Daughter, look alive. The ambassador from Ramovia will be here soon.”
“I don’t care. He’s repugnant, father, and so is his kingdom.”
The king fixed his daughter with his steely stare. It was the type of look that was designed to make grown men quiver but it was a look that Princess Dolorian was all to familiar with. “We need this,” the king said.
“I know, father, but he’s still repugnant.”
“This is important for our country and for our people.”
“I know that, too, father, but he’s still repugnant.”
“You are our only hope. You know that if there was any other way—”
The princess sighed. She knew her father was right and that was what made it all that much worse. She sighed again. “I know, father. I will do my duty.”
“And doing your duty means being nice to the ambassador, no matter what you might think of him or his country.”
The princess gritted her teeth but she knew her father was right. “I know that, too, Father.”
“I hope you do,” the king said. “I really hope you do.”
Whatever else might have been exchanged between the father and daughter was interrupted by a knock on the door of the king’s study. The king looked at his daughter once more before he bade the knocker to enter.
It was a fellow name Halsey. “Your majesty,” the page said. “The Ramovian delegation, they are here.”
“What? Already?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Well all right then. This is it. Are you ready, my daughter?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be, Father.”
The king and his daughter walked out into the great hall where indeed, the Ramovian delegation was waiting for them. The king opened his arms wide as he went to greet the Ramovian ambassador although in truth of fact, the two of them had never met. “Ambassador,” the king said jovially, “how nice to meet you at last.”
“And to you, sire,” said the Ramovian ambassador. “It is a pleasure to meet you as well.”
The princess couldn’t help but cringe. To see her father have to grovel like this was most upsetting but what made it worse was that he was doing it in front of the Ramovian ambassador. Felix Zamostius was a big man, not just in the post he held as ambassador and not just in the high regard with which he held himself. No, Felix Zamostius was physically big. Fat really, with a fat face and fat fingers and fat everything else. He seemed ... oily, as if every word he uttered just oozed out of his mouth and there was her father, treating this man as if he was one of his closest friends. It was enough to make the princess’s stomach turn, and not for the first time, she wondered if she was really cut out to be a princess.
And what was worse, now there was the Ramovian ambassador and he was looking at her and for some reason, it made her skin crawl. “So this is your lovely daughter,” the ambassador purred. “I am pleased to say that word of the princess’s beauty appear to be completely justified.”
“The ambassador is too kind,” said the king.
“So often, one hears of a marvelous this or a fantastic that and yet when one comes face to face with the product in question, the product does not live up to the hype.”
That’s all she was, the princess told herself. She was a product to be bought and sold and the worst part about it was that she was a willing participant in the whole transaction and yet she kept her mouth shut just as she’d promised her father she would.
“She is, of course, a virgin,” the ambassador said.
The king, at least, had the decency to look shocked. “Mr. Ambassador!”
If Felix Zamostius was in any way rebuffed by the king’s reproach, he didn’t show it. “One must ask,” the ambassador said. “Children these days can be so impetuous.”
“My daughter is a good girl,” the king said.
“And yet you let her, how should I say it, you let her associate with commoners.”
“You mean the time she spends at the university.”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean. You realize that will have to stop after she is married. It’s fine I suppose to have an educated princess, but we prefer to have our princesses be pretty and say nothing. Is that a job you think you could handle?” the ambassador asked.
They were talking about ending her tenure at the university. This was where she should speak up, the princess told herself. This was where she should assert herself.
And yet, once again she did not.
“Of course, she can,” her father said.
“And yet, I did not hear it from her mouth,” the ambassador said. “Come girl. Can you handle the job of a Ramovian princess?”
“I thought I was supposed to remain quiet and not speak,” the princess said icily.
The room was quiet until finally, the ambassador burst out in a hearty laugh. “Oh my, she has a saucy, little mouth on her, but at least she knows when to hold her tongue, doesn’t she?”
“Indeed she does,” the king said but the ambassador never took his eyes off of the princess.
“So you would like to offer your daughter’s hand in marriage to our Prince Carl.”
“We would.”
“And I suppose you would like a dowry for your daughter’s hand.”
“It’s only fitting,” the king said.
The Ramovian ambassador was looking her over. “She will indeed make a pretty wife,” the man said. “Perhaps a bit more spunk than we like in our women, but that can be taken care of. A nice little showpiece and I imagine she’ll make a fine mother and produce children of reasonably good looks.”
God, she couldn’t believe it. This man was talking about her like she was a piece of breeding stock or was that exactly what she was. Was that all she was? A place for their prince to go when he wanted to further the bloodline.
“She is a good girl,” her father said.
And her father, was he really pimping her out like this. That’s what it felt like, and the worst part of all was that no matter what anyone else was doing, she was going right along with it.
“It is agreed then,” the ambassador said. “Our Prince Carl will marry your Princess Dolorian but we must insist on one thing.”
“What?” the king asked warily.
The ambassador took a box from his pocket. “While we do not doubt your daughter is indeed pure, we want to take steps to make sure she stays that way.” From the box, the man drew out a necklace. “This necklace will make sure of that.”
“How does it work?” the king asked.
“Well, it is a necklace so we simply put it around the neck like so.”
The men continued to talk but even as they talked, Princess Dolorian could feel something happening to her. It was almost as if something was being taken away from her. It was almost as if ...
No, it couldn’t be but it felt as if it was. It was almost as if the necklace ...
There was something wrong, she told herself. She had to take it off but her hands wouldn’t obey her mind and that’s when she realized that not only could she not take it off but the more she wore it, the more she’d fight to keep it on.
“She will never agree to sex even though the need for it will continue to build inside her,” the ambassador was telling her father.
“If she takes the necklace off, which she won’t but if she takes the necklace off, or if anyone else takes it off for her, we will know. If the necklace is removed by anybody, we will know, and the wedding will be off.
“On her wedding night, Prince Carl will remove the necklace and only then will she be able to have sex which she will with her new husband. She will service him in every way that a woman should service her husband. Not only does the necklace make it impossible for her to say yes to sex, but it makes those desires feed upon themselves. Once the necklace is placed around her neck, she will be consumed with lust but unable to act upon it. Once the necklace is placed around her neck, she will give herself totally and completely to the next man who uses her body and that will be our Prince Carl. That is how the necklace works. Now, your highness, would you like to continue to discuss the wedding plans and the dowry?”
“Dude, she’s out of your league,” Tom said.
“She’s out of everyone’s league,” Gary corrected.
Paul Ryan looked wistfully at the princess. He knew he should heed the advice of his friends but damn, the girl was hot and with the end of the school year only weeks away, he was having the feeling that if he was going to make his move, now was the time.
Heck, now wasn’t the time. He knew that. She was engaged to be married. Everyone knew that. She’d finish the school year, hop on a plane, fly back to wherever it was she was from and she’d get married, and the rumors were she wasn’t coming back.
Still, she was just so damned hot and it was like she wanted it, too. If only he could somehow get inside her defenses.
Of course, it wasn’t like he was the first one to have those kinds of thoughts. It was just that the princess was so beautiful but every time anyone tried to do anything, it always ended in failure.
“She’s an ice queen,” Tom said. “You know that, don’t you?”
“She wasn’t that way last year,” Paul said. “It’s like when she got engaged, she got hotter and colder at the same time.”
“Dude, you ever think about what you’re saying. You’re lusting after a girl who’s engaged to be married.”
“Oh come on. I’m not the only one.”
“No,” Tom said. “You’re not, but it doesn’t make it right.”
“You’re right,” Paul said. “You’re right. I know it, but I just can’t seem to get it out of my head but the truth is she’s never going to have anything to do with me.”
“That’s what I keep trying to tell you,” Gary said. “These royals, they all stick together.”
“I don’t know. That’s just too easy.”
“Maybe, but there’s nothing wrong with easy if easy’s also right.”
“You want my advice,” Tom said, “don’t even bother. She’s just going to say no.”
The three friends continued their comisserations but in time, Tom left to go home and then Gary said he was leaving, too, and Paul was almost about to follow him out of the pub when an old man spoke up. “Your friends are right, you know.”
“What’s that?” Paul asked.
“Your friends. You were talking about the princess, weren’t you? You were talking about Princess Dolorian.”
He should have told the old man to stuff it. He should have told him it was none of his business. He should have just told the old man to leave him alone because he was going home.
He should have done all of that and yet he didn’t. He couldn’t even explain why he didn’t except for a nagging feeling that maybe, just maybe, the old man actually knew what he was talking about.
“That’s right,” he said. “We were talking about the princess. What’s it to you?”
“Figures,” the old man said. “You know there’s a reason why you can’t get inside her.”
“Yeah, and why’s that, Pops?”
“It’s the jewel.”
“It’s the what?”
“It’s the jewel,” the old man said again. “More specifically, it’s the Jewel of Denial. That’s what it’s name is.”
“The Jewel of the Nile?”
“Not the Nile. Denial. The Jewel of Denial. The Ramovians put it on her as soon as the engagement was arranged. It’s their way of making her their property. She’ll wear it until her wedding day, but as long as she’s wearing it, there’s no way she’ll ever say yes to sex.”
“So you’re saying the jewel is making her say no?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
“Then all I got to do is to make her take it off.”
“It’s not as easy as that.”
“Why?”
“The jewel conditions itself to her. By now, it’s melded itself to her mind. Maybe in the beginning, you could have done it but she wouldn’t have let you even if you tried, but now,” the man shook his head, “if you did it now, you’d hurt her.”
Paul just looked at the old man and then he smiled. “You know, Pops, you almost had me going there.”
“Had you going?”
“The story’s just too pat. She’s wearing a jewel that makes her do this but if anyone takes the jewel off, they can’t do it. It’s just too cute.”
“Maybe, but what I’m telling you is the truth.”
“You know, Pops, I hope you don’t take this wrong, but I’m just not buying it.”
If the old man was offended, he didn’t show it. He just shrugged. “You can take it or leave it,” the old man said. “It’s no skin off my nose, but the only way you’re going to have your way with her is if you can turn no into yes,” and with that, the old man nodded at the younger man and he just ambled away.
Turn no into yes. What the hell was that supposed to mean?
For some reason, it was something that Paul just couldn’t seem to get out of his head. He was thinking about it all the way home.
Turn no into yes. Yeah right.
He might have forgotten all about it but three days later, he saw the same old man this time walking down the street. “Hey, Pops,” the man said. “Hey, wait up.”
The old man seemed not to hear him and just kept ambling down the sidewalk.
“Hey,” Paul cried out and then he was breaking into a run. “Hey, I want to talk to you.”
The old man finally seemed to hear the younger man and he stopped to turn and look around.
“Hey, Pops,” he said again. “I want to talk with you.”
The old man waited for Paul to catch up. “Can I do something for you?” he asked.
“What did you mean when you told me that stuff the other day, Pops?”
“I meant exactly what I said,” the old man said.
“But you didn’t say anything.”
“I said a lot of things,” the old man said. “If you weren’t paying attention, that’s not my fault.”
“Okay, maybe,” Paul allowed. “Maybe you did say a lot of things, but how did you know what you knew?”
The old man smiled slyly. “Now there’s a question worth asking,” he said.
Paul waited but it appeared the old man wasn’t going to say anything more. “Are you going to answer it?” Paul asked.
“No, I’m not.”
“Why not?”
“I have my reasons.”
“Okay then. Why’d you tell me?”
“Another good question.”
“Another good question that you’re not going to answer.”
“You catch on fast,” the old man said with a twinkle in his eye. “I like that, and I suppose that might be part of the answer you’re looking for.”
“What answer?”
Again, the man said nothing.
“You’re not going to tell me.”
“Like I said, you catch on fast. Is there anything else you’d like to ask me?”
“I’m not sure what the point would be if I did.”
“Probably not much,” the old man agreed.
So the old man had his own game he was playing, Paul thought. Paul wasn’t sure what he thought about that. It meant something was being hidden from him and he didn’t like that but in a way, it almost seemed to lend more credence to the old man’s story.
Yeah but still, even if the old man’s story was true, what the hell good was it. Turn no into yes, the old man had told him. Just how the hell was he supposed to do that.
The best thing probably would have been to forget the whole damned thing. That’s what Paul told himself. The only thing was he couldn’t seem to put it out of mind. Those words kept coming back to him. Turn no into yes.
How the hell was he supposed to do that?
He actually had the Princess in one of his classes. It was a lit class that he’d decided to take merely as a lark and imagine his surprise when he found her in his class on the very first day. On that first day, he’d been elated. Imagine the surprise his sisters would have when he told them he had a real princess in his class. His sisters would have been so jealous of him.
That elation had lasted only long enough for him to realize just how hot and cold she was. The princess seemed to practically radiate sexual heat. In another life, the princess might have been called the campus slut with a pussy that was always open and ready for action and with a long line of guys that were willing to give her exactly what her pussy wanted.
Maybe in another life but not in this one. Her body might have been radiating pure heat but the princess was as cold as cold could be and it drove Paul up the wall to have to sit in class with his dick hard dick and try not to look at her when he knew she was right there.
And now, here was the old man telling him to turn no into yes. What the hell was that supposed to mean?
He was sitting behind her now even as he tried to listen to the professor. That was another problem having her in his class. He couldn’t stop thinking about her and that meant he was having a hard time paying attention to the professor. He should have been acing this class, he told himself but as it was, he was barely pulling down a C. Oh, he’d pass the class all right. He just wasn’t going to pass it the way he wanted to pass it.
And there it was again. He’d missed something else the professor had said and all because he’d been thinking about turning no into yes. Just how the hell was he supposed to do that.
The class seemed to go on and on but finally it came to an end and the only good thing about that was that at least when she was standing up, he’d be able to see more of her body. He shoved his notebook in his back pack and his eyes just couldn’t help but seem to linger on her backside. He shook his head. Damn, she had a nice ass.
She turned and he knew she’d seen him looking at her. “Can I help you with something?” she asked.
“What?”
“I asked if I could help you with something.”
Hell yeah, she could help him with something, Paul thought, and before he could think about what he was saying, the words were out of his mouth. “You could come back to my place,” he said.
The girl was looking at him in earnest now. “Now why would I want to do that?”
Paul swallowed nervously. Damn, the girl was hot and he knew exactly what he wanted to do with her. He’d been ashamed at what he’d been thinking but he wasn’t that ashamed
The princess seemed to know what Paul was thinking, too. “No thanks,” she said with a snort of disgust.
Turn no into yes, Paul heard in his mind.
Yeah, but how was he supposed to do that.
“Is there anything else?” the princess asked.
Paul shook his head. “No,” he said. “No, I don’t suppose there is.”
“Well, if that’s it, I’ll be seeing you around.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Paul said.
He watched the princess walk away and he couldn’t help thinking that it was a shame that with a body like hers, she was just so damned unavailable. Dammit, it didn’t even matter if it was right or not. He just wanted a shot at getting his hands on that girl’s ass and in sticking his cock in her pussy.
Turn no into yes.
Paul shook his head. He wished he could stop thinking that. It was just so annoying.
It wasn’t until almost a week later that he had the same class that he had with the princess and once more, he sat behind her and once more, he couldn’t help but admire her ass.
Focus, Paul told himself. Focus on your studies. After all, last time, she’d made herself perfectly clear.
She was looking at him as Paul shoved his notebook into his book bag. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, “you just want me to leave, don’t you.”
“No.”
“What was that?”
If anything, the princess seemed just as surprised as Paul did with what she’d said.
“Are you saying you want me to stay?”
“No,” the princess said again.
Hmm. They were once more on familiar ground and yet Paul couldn’t help thinking ...
Turn no into yes.
And finally, Paul thought, finally, he thought he knew what that meant. “You’re right, princess,” he said. “I can see that now. There’s no way you’d ever want to be caught associating with a lowly commoner like myself. I should just go now.”
“No.”
“No? Why princess, if I didn’t know better I’d say that you were actually telling me that you didn’t want me to go. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you wanted me to stay, but like I said, I do know better, so I’ll just be going now.”
“No.”
“Why Princess. I do believe I’m starting to understand you better now. Why don’t you come here a little closer.”
“No.”
Paul growled in frustration at his ineptness. You have to phrase it right, he told himself. You have to turn no into yes.
“That’s right,” Paul said. “I should have thought it out. What would you, a princess, want with someone like me. I mean, who knows what I’d do with you if you were to come with me. No, you’re right princess. Better to run away while you still can.”
“No.”
“No?”
“No. I don’t want to go.”
“No, I totally agree with you, Princess. No reason to risk it coming to my place. You never know who might see you there. You never know what they might say and you do have a reputation to maintain and besides, if you were to come with me there, who knows what you might end up doing. No, you’re right. You shouldn’t come with me there.”
“No, you don’t understand. I said I do want to go with you,” she almost pleaded.
Paul seemed to pause as if he were considering his next move but he already knew what he was going to do. He couldn’t believe how easy this was. “Well, all right,” he said, “but if you’re going to come with me, you’re going to have to promise to give me a blow job, unless, no wait, you being a princess and all that, I’ll bet you think you’re too good to give a guy a blow job, right?”
“No,” the princess said even though she’d never even considered doing such a thing. “I don’t think that at all.”
“You better not be pulling my leg,” Paul said.
“No, I’m not pulling your leg.”
“Oh all right then,” Paul said. “Let’s go.”
The young woman let the man lead her to his car and all the while as she let him drive him to wherever the heck it was going, she couldn’t help but ask herself just why the heck it was that she was here. She’d told him no. Every single time, she’d told him no and yet here she was and the most infuriating and yes, the most exciting thing about was how hot this all was making her and that was what she really didn’t get. This shouldn’t be making her hot ... but it was.
The complex where Paul Ryan lived wasn’t much to look at, Princess Dolorian thought but it wasn’t so much that it looked run down as it was that no one had bothered to dress it up.
It wasn’t one big building but instead it was a series of smaller two-story buildings with 3 units on the bottom and 3 on the top and it was over a pine needle strewn path that Paul led her to one of the units.
“So,” Paul asked when they were inside, “are you ready to suck some cock?”
“No.”
Paul frowned at her response and then he seemed to remember his place in the situation. “I kind of thought you’d say that,” he said. “After all, I’ll bet that’s what all you princess’s like to do. Lead a guy on, tell him you’ll suck his cock, and then renege on it at the last minute.”
“No,” the princess said.
“Oh come on, princess. Everyone knows how it is.”
“No,” she said. “No. It’s not like that.”
“Sure, princess. Whatever you say.”
“No,” the princess said again and then as if to prove her point, she dropped to her knees and she opened Paul’s pants and she began to suck on his cock.
“I’ll bet I know what you want, Princess.”
Finally, the princess thought. Finally, she was able to take her mouth off of that damned cock. “What?” she said.
“I’ll bet you want to show me your tits,” Paul said.
“What? No. I don’t want to show you my tits.”
“Really? Are you sure about that, Princess?”
“No,” she said. “No, I’m not sure,” and it was only then that she realized what she’d said.
Paul just laughed. “You sound confused, princess, but I think I understand why. You just can’t seem to make up your mind.”
“No, that’s not it.”
“I was just joking with you, Princess,” Paul said. “I knew you could make up your mind just fine. That must mean you want to keep right on sucking my cock, right?”
Princess Dolorian shook her head. “No,” she said.
Paul grinned again. “I was just kidding you, Princess. We both know you can’t wait to take off your top and get me to slide my cock between your tits. There really is nothing else that you’d like me to do more than that, is there?”
“No,” the princess said and it was only then that she realized what it was she’d agreed to.
“Well?” Paul asked.
The princess found herself taking off her top and then she was holding her tits together so the man could slide his cock between her tits.
“Oh my, Princess, you don’t know just how long I’ve wanted to do this.”
The princess didn’t say anything.
“Oh yeah,” the man groaned. “Oh yeah. You know what?”
“What?”
“I think if we keep on doing this, I think we’re liable to have me cumming all over those tits of yours. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Princess?”
“What? No.”
“No?”
The princess shook her head. “No,” she said.
“I think we know where you’re coming from, Princess.”
“We do?”
“Of course we do. You can say no all you want Princess but you’re enjoying that cock just a little too much for your own good. I’ll bet you’d like to me to stop fucking your tits right now, wouldn’t you, Princess?”
The princess was looking at the cock in front of her and her hand alternately stroked or squeezed and she said the only words the necklace would let her say. “No,” she whimpered. “No, I don’t want you to do that.”
“Princess, “I’m surprised at you,” Paul said. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you wanted to have me cum all over those luscious tits of yours but that just can’t be. You always say no.”
The princess said nothing.
“But as it turns out, Princess, I think there’s something you’d like to do even more than taking my cock between your tits.”
“There is?”
“Of course, it means you’d have to take off your panties, Princess, and it means you’d have to show me your pretty, little, pussy but that’s okay now, isn’t it?”
“No,” the princess whimpered again.
Paul actually smiled. Now that he understood how things worked, it wasn’t so hard to get what he wanted. “Perhaps you’re right,” he told the princess. “After all, you are engaged to be married in a few weeks. It wouldn’t be right for you to offer up your pussy like that to me, so I guess I’m just going to have to tell you to run along,” and Paul sighed for effect.
“No,” the princess said perhaps a little more emphatically than she might otherwise have said it.
“Why, Princess,” the man said, “if I didn’t know better, I might actually think that you wanted to get your pussy fucked.”
“No.”
Paul smiled. He could afford to let her say that because he knew what was coming next. “No, you wouldn’t actually want that, would you, but your fiance, what’s his name?”
“Carl.”
“I’ll bet he’s got a small dick, doesn’t he?”
“No.”
“Oh, but Princess, come on. Don’t tell me that you and this Carl fella have actually had sex now. I mean that just wouldn’t be proper, would it?”
“No.”
“So maybe he really does have a small dick. It’s just all that in-breeding shit that you royals do. I’ll bet this Carl fella has a microscopic, little dick. You can’t tell me you’d be happy with something like that, would you?”
“No,” the Princess said sullenly.
“I didn’t think so,” Paul said, “and I’ll tell you, I’d be willing to help you out but I know you royals, you’ve got an image to maintain so I’m not going to try and force myself on you or anything like that so like I said before, I suppose you might as well run along now.”
“No.”
“What was that, Princess?”
“I said no.”
Paul just smiled. Well of course, she did, he thought. “You know, Princess, if you want to stay here, you know what you’re going to have to do.”
“No,” the girl whimpered. “Don’t make me do that.”
“Oh, Princess. You know I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do, but if you’re not going to do what I want you to do, then I think you’re going to have to leave.”
“No. I don’t want to leave.”
“Then you know what you have to do.”
She couldn’t believe she was about to do what she was about to do. If he’d just told her he wanted her to take her clothes off, she would have told him no and that would have been that but that wasn’t what he’d asked her to do and the more he talked and the more she said no, the hotter she’d become until she felt she almost had to take her clothes off.
She didn’t have to take her clothes off, but still ...
But still, she wanted to. There was no denying that. She really shouldn’t but she wanted to all the same.
Without even realizing she was doing it, she started to stand. She could do this, she told herself as she opened her designer jeans and then she was pushing those jeans down past her hips. Oh yeah. She could so totally do this.
For just a moment, she asked herself why was she doing that.
“You know, you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,” the man said. “I just thought you’d want to have a real cock in your pussy, but if you don’t want to ...”
“No,” she said. “No, I want to.”
Wait a minute. Was that right but then the princess realized she didn’t much care if it was right. She just pushed her panties down past her thighs.
“I think you know what to do,” Paul said.
“No, I don’t.”
“What?”
“I don’t know anything,” the princess said. “I’m still a virgin.”
Fuck, Paul thought. He hadn’t thought about that. He couldn’t very well tell her what to do if she was going to say no to everything he told her to do, could he, and then he started to smile. On the other hand, maybe he could.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” he said.
“No.”
“That’s cool,” he told her. “I just thought you’d be more comfortable there, but we can do it right here on the couch, but if my roommate comes in, he’s going to see us, but we’ll do it here.”
“No, we can go to the bedroom.”
Paul smiled to himself even as he led the girl down the hall to his bedroom.
“You’re going to lie down on my bed, Princess. You wouldn’t mind doing that now, would you?”
“No. I don’t mind,” and then she did exactly that. “What are you going to do?” she asked.
Paul was removing the rest of his clothes. “Right now, I’m going to watch you play with your pussy. You wouldn’t mind doing that for me now, would you?”
The princess shook her head. “No, I guess I could do that and with that, she opened her legs and she let a hand slide between her thighs
Damn, she was hot, Paul thought, but then he hadn’t come all this way to watch the woman play with her pussy. He put a knee up onto the bed.
The princess’s face took on a worried look. “What are you going to do now?” she asked.
“Now, Princess, I don’t really have to tell you that now, do I?”
“No, I don’t suppose you do.”
Paul was sliding in between the girl’s thighs. He was almost there.
“Oh no,” the girl murmured.
Paul froze. “We don’t have to,” he said. “We can stop if you want to?”
“No. No, I don’t want to stop.”
Paul’s cock was right there and then he was pushing it up against her pussy and then the head of his cock was entering her.
“No,” she groaned out.
“Maybe we should stop,” Paul said.
“No,” the girl cried out. “No. Don’t stop. I want you to keep going.”
Paul couldn’t help but grin. “I thought you’d like this,” he told the girl and it was only at the last minute that he remembered just who the heck he was talking to. “But tell me,” he said. “Do you think maybe I should stop?”
“No. Don’t stop.”
The man just grinned again. “All right, princess. I suppose you’re used to getting things your own way, but okay, you win. I won’t stop.”
The princess knew there was something wrong with this. She shouldn’t be doing this, she told herself. This just wasn’t right, and yet ...
And yet, she couldn’t help but admit it. It did feel good to have a cock in her pussy and besides, it seemed like every time she opened her mouth, it seemed as if she only got herself in that much deeper.
“Oh Princess,” the man moaned. “Oh Princess, I can’t believe it. Your pussy, it feels so good.”
“No.”
“Oh yes, Princess. It feels really good but I think you know that but you know what else?”
“What?”
“I think I want to cum in your pussy.”
“No.”
“Oh yes, Princess. You can say no all you want Princess, but I think down deep inside of you, I think you want it too.”
“No,” she whimpered. She knew she shouldn’t want this. It felt right to tell the man no.
“Oh come now, Princess. I know you. I know you can’t wait. A pussy like yours, it’s been empty for far too long. You’ve waited for way too long. I know you. You can’t wait a moment longer. Isn’t that right, Princess? Do you really want to wait even one moment longer?”
“No,” she whimpered.
“You shouldn’t have to wait. After all, you’re a princess and your pussy is so ready. You really don’t want to wait a moment longer.
“No,” she moaned. He was right. She didn’t want to wait.
“It’s really not fair, is it? You should be able to have a boy cum inside you if you want to, and if your pussy goes absolutely wild just from having a boy cum inside you, then that’s your prerogative, but it’s not fair for anyone else to tell you what to do with your body.”
“No,” she said. “It’s not fair.”
“That’s why I’m going to give you what you want.”
Before the princess could even try to answer that, she felt the boy cum inside her and just like he’d promised her, that was all it took to get her pussy cumming, too, and in spite of herself, or maybe because of herself, she couldn’t help but love it when he did it.
Even without being anywhere nearby, the old man seemed to know instinctively what had just happened between the princess and the young college student but then maybe there was a reason for that. After all, it had taken him so long to find just the right young man but in the end he had.
The princess was tied to the man. She’d get married to Prince Carl just like she was supposed to do but she was tied to the young man for now and forever more.
She’d probably try to fight it. In fact, the old man was sure she probably would. She’d be embarrassed by what she’d done but if the young man was smart, he’d figure out a way to get himself inside her and the more he did that, the more addicted she would become to him and soon, it wouldn’t matter how embarrassed she was because the need for the man would overwhelm everything else.
And that was just the way the old man wanted it.
The man pulled out a suitcase. He wasn’t used to doing this. He wasn’t used to packing for himself but he could certainly do it if the situation demanded it.
He hadn’t brought much. Just enough actually and what he’d brought was going back in the suitcase. It was a long flight home and when he got home, he still had the details to work out for his daughter’s wedding to Prince Carl of Ramovia.