I can’t believe what I’ve done. How I climbed onto his lap so wantonly, let his hands roam my body like it belonged to him… God, what would people think? I was crazy for submitting to his whims and desires like this. I didn’t even know the man… He could be someone bad, someone dangerous. Yet my mind didn’t believe it for a second, and as for my body… Well, my body had submitted the second he took my hand in his and kissed it like I belonged to him.

I am so freaked out by what I’ve done I curl up in the seat next to him, my back to him as I chew my bottom lip nervously. I start to drift off, my eyes closing, suddenly exhausted by the events of the day. Through the dreamy haze, I realize he never told me his name, and I want to ask, want to know so badly… But I’m too afraid to turn to him and ask. Instead I let my body drift off to sleep, succumbing to the safe feeling of being next to him.

When I wake up, everything is still.

I nearly jump out of my seat, and he laughs when I jump up, catching me in his arms as if I weigh nothing. He pulls me against him, and I barely have time to catch my breath when his lips kiss my neck as if my whole body belongs to him.

“You’ve been out for a while, princess,” he groans against my throat and I whimper in his arms. “You smell so fucking good. I just want to eat you up.”

“Wait,” I whisper helplessly. “You… this… it’s moving too fast.”

“What?” he growls into the hollow of my throat. “You don’t like being treated like a little princess slut?”

“I-” I gasp at his words. “Please, don’t… I’m not…”

“Not a slut?” he asks against my ear, kissing my earlobes and biting gently. “I know you’re not, princess. I’m sure you’re a perfectly respectable young woman in your town. But for me, you’re going to be a perfect, pretty little slut when I want it. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes,” I manage to get out.

His hands are roaming under the skirt of my dress. God, my sister gave me this dress. He can’t… He can’t treat me like this.

“Repeat it to me,” he growls, and I whimper. “Right now. Tell me you’re my slutty little princess. Word for fucking word.”

“I’m…” I moan. “I’m your slutty little princess.”

“That’s right,” he chuckles against my skin, and I feel goosebumps all the way to my pussy. “Now come on, Cassie. We’ve landed, I just didn’t want to wake you up. You looked pretty all passed out… I couldn’t help staring.”

He picks me up as he stands, letting me down on my feet gently. My eyes linger on his as he puts me down, and I bite back another moan as his fingers leave my hips.

He holds my hand and leaves me past the crew, with my eyes on the ground, blushing fiercely as I mumble my goodbyes. He leads me down the stairs and mutters something to a man next to a shiny black limousine. My eyes are staring at him as he stashes me in the car, and says an order to the other man. Then he’s next to me, his hand between my legs, possessively resting on the inside of my thigh as looks at me.

“What have you decided?” he asks me in that rumbly voice. “Am I coming with you, princess?”

I look at him with the hint of a smile and nod shyly.

We barely got any time to talk on the plane since I dozed off right away, but if I’m being honest, I knew he was coming with me even before I made him the offer.

He grins at my reaction, his fingers getting deeper between my thighs and making me bite back a gasp. He tells the driver an address and then closes the window separating him from us. And now it’s just us… and my pussy’s dripping so much I’m pretty sure I’ve soaked the front of my thong.

“I’m very glad that was your choice,” he says with a devilish grin. “So does that mean I get to do… this?”

His fingers slip under my thong and I gasp for real this time. He slides them over my pussy and grins against my lips, feeling my wetness.

“Princess shaves,” he growls against my neck. “How fucking perfect, I love your pussy bare and pink for me.”

Another moan. I lift my hips almost deliriously. I need him. Want him. I feel wild. I would do anything to feel him inside me. And I feel so slutty because of it.

“We’re going to take a short ride, Cassie,” he tells me. “Just to drop off your things. Then I’m going to show you Paris. Would you like that?”

“Yes,” I whisper as his mouth bites down on my neck. “Yes, please. Very much… Oh!”

“That’s right,” he grunts, and in a second I’m back to being on his lap, arms wrapped around his neck while his hands roam over my ass.

He finds my thong and pushes it to the side, feeling how wet my pussy is for him.

“I hate whoever got to touch and taste and look at this pretty little cunt already,” he announces and sinks three fingers inside me unceremoniously.

I’ve never felt this tight or this fucking stretched out at the same time. My pussy drips with my own juices and I hide my face in the crook of his shoulder, feeling shy about my body’s natural response to him. A soft whimper leaves my mouth as he starts to fuck my dripping hole, gently hooking his fingers up and starting to massage a spot inside me I didn’t know existed. And oh my God, it feels so amazing, so fucking amazing I brace myself on his arm as he fucks me, crying out for him to stop. Not because it hurts but because I know that if he doesn’t stop, something’s going to happen me, and it won’t be like any other orgasm I’ve ever had.

“Come on, princess,” he growls against my ear. “Come on, let go for me. I want to watch you come undone. Come all over my fingers. Come for me, soak my hand. I want to feel you gushing.”

I grab his wrist and cry out, pushing him out of me. My pussy tightens impossibly and squirts, and I come like I never have before. It makes me collapse on his lap and hide my face in his shoulder, and he holds me close, bringing his fingers up and licking them off while I watch.

“Sweeter than I ever could have imagined,” he tells me and I blush deeply.

He holds me like the most precious thing in the world and I let him, desperately clinging to him and hoping he never lets go. I start to calm down slowly, and he slides me off his lap and onto the seat. He keeps holding me though, a hand wrapped around me as we drive and he makes me forget all about my shyness as he points this and that on our way into the city. I gasp when we drive past the Eiffel Tower and he teases me which makes me laugh. I end up being tickled in his lap and he laughs out loud but forgets about the joke when his fingers find their way under the top of my dress. Suddenly he’s touching my tits, twisting my nipples harder than I’ve ever dared to myself. He makes me moan and pulls me to him by my nipples, making me mewl in fear.

He taunts me by holding them between his fingertips, pulling gently and kissing the pain away while I melt against him.

“Such perfect nipples,” he tells me sweetly. “Pretty and pink and so fucking hard, princess. They could fucking cut glass…”

I moan against him when the car comes to a stop. He pushes my tits back in my dress and doesn’t give me a moment to recover before opening the door to opulence like I’ve never known before.

We’re standing in front of an enormous hotel, with four bellboys running around us, making sure we have everything we need. He ignores all of them and walks inside, his fingers laced through mine and pushing me gently in front of him like I’m some kind of trophy wife.

I pull on his sleeve to get his attention, and his eyes turn to me indulgently. I feel like a toy right now… his favorite toy, but still.

“What’s your name?” I whisper, and I can feel the blush creeping onto my cheeks.

It makes him laugh out loud. Right after, he gives me an incredulous look, like I’m joking.

“What?” I ask blankly, my eyes darting across his face, trying to remember if I should remember him from somewhere. “Have we met before?”

“No,” he tells me with a wicked grin. “We haven’t, princess. My name is Ajax. Come with me now, we’re going inside.”

We’re shown to a room that takes up the entire upper floor of the hotel. It’s incredible. Swathed in luxurious fabrics, expensive furniture and a view I’ve only seen in photos before. The Eiffel Tower is beautiful from the bedroom, but it doesn’t mean I don’t notice something, turning to Ajax to ask him about it.

“Only one bed?” I ask, cocking an eyebrow, and he laughs out loud again. God, that laugh of his is so addicting… I love the way it takes over an entire room. “Does that mean we’re going to share?”

“It most definitely does, princess,” he replies, winking at me, and I can barely hide my smile. “I hope you’re alright with that.”

He doesn’t wait for my answer, instead telling me to freshen up. While I do, I think about the few boys I dated back at home and how they could never compare to him… Not only is he handsome and sexy, he’s all man whereas I see them for what they are now – nothing but boys playing a game with me. I wish I’d saved myself for this… for Ajax.

We have breakfast together - an amazing meal of croissants, freshly squeezed orange juice and homemade jam. I’m impressed, and I don’t hesitate to tell him that. After the meal, I slip into the bathroom and change out of my dress. I pick a fit-and-flare navy dress I inherited from my sister and simple flat sandals that lace up my calves. My face is already flushed, so I only apply a thin layer of gloss and fluff up my hair, and I’m ready to go.

Once again, we’re whisked away in the limousine which deposits us at the Champs d’Elysées. I’m in awe of the beauty of the city, at all the historical sights and the designer shops. Taking my arm in his, Ajax leads me into the first one with an expensive and understated logo above the store.

Dior… I can’t afford anything in here, but I’m too embarrassed to tell him, so I keep my mouth shut.

He leads me straight to a display of handbags and asks me to show him my favorite.

“I…” I whisper hesitantly, my eyes finding his as my cheeks start burning up. “Ajax, I can’t afford anything in here.”

I don’t know how to explain this to him. I’m from a very middle-class family, and the three of us girls have to work hard for every dollar we make. Even then, it usually goes towards the mortgage and groceries, not Dior handbags…

“Just look at them,” he asks, and I step towards the display, glancing at the beautiful bags.

“They’re gorgeous,” I admit, and after a few moments, reach for a bag I particularly like which makes Ajax grin.

“At least try it on,” he says, and I hesitantly take the bag off the shelf, half expecting for a sales assistant to scold me.

But with Ajax next to me, I’m not scared. They’re treating him like royalty, and I’m in awe of it. He must be really important… No wonder he was a little surprised I didn’t recognize him!

“It looks amazing on you,” he tells me as I pose in front of the mirror. “Come on, more things to look at.”

I put the bag back and join him in the clothing section of the store, where he makes me try on outfit after outfit. I never really thought window shopping and trying things on would be fun, but in ten minutes, I’m smiling brightly and giggling as he picks out clothes for me. I feel like a princess, and I love his reaction when I step out of the changing room and twirl for him in my outfits.

I must’ve tried on half the store by the time we’re done, and he leads me out of there laughing. But he isn’t done yet.

We go through the whole promenade. Shops like Chanel, Tiffany’s and so many more welcome us with open arms, and Ajax insists on me trying on as many things as I possibly can. We stop for lunch at a pretty French bistro with checkered tablecloths and have ice-cream for dessert. And then we hit up more stores, and my eyes grow wider and wider. I wonder what my parents would think if they saw me now, and I wonder whether their Euro trip was anything like this.

By the end of the day, I’m absolutely exhausted. Ajax takes me to the hotel and tells me to wait in the lobby while he checks something. I’m enjoying a frosted glass of lemonade when I feel someone’s eyes on me.

I turn around to face them, but all I see is a man deeply engrossed in his newspaper.

But there it is again… The second I glance away, his eyes are on me, and I feel like I hear a phone taking photos from the other direction. Nervously biting my bottom lip, I turn in search of Ajax, who appears that moment and beckons me to join him in our room.

The moment we walk in, my eyes grow wider than ever.

“Ajax!” I say in shock. “What is all this?”

There are shopping bags, boxes and a multitude of people still carrying in stuff as I stand in the doorway. All the names are familiar - every store we went to is on the packaging, and I realize with a start what he’s done.

“You bought me… all of this?” I ask with my eyes wide, and my heart pounds with the realization. “Ajax, it’s too much! I can never accept all of this.”

“You will have to,” he tells me gently. “Because I couldn’t stop picturing you in all of this… And if you’re going to stand by my side, I want you in clothes that fit you perfectly, like they’re made for you. You’ll have to look like a real princess.”

His fingers smooth down my dress and I blush, feeling not like a princess, but a pauper instead.

“Not that I don’t love this dress,” he tells me with a grin. “It’s so beautiful on you… Though I’m sure you’d look beautiful in any-fucking-thing. I just wanted to spoil you a little. That’s alright, isn’t it, princess?”

I look up into his eyes, saying, “Ajax, this isn’t little. This is huge. You must’ve spent… thousands.”

So much money. Money my sisters and I struggled to put together every month. And here he is, buying everything in sight as if it was the easiest thing in the world… I sit down on the bed, my eyes itchy and burning from the tears I don’t want to shed. Ajax kneels next to me, taking my hand in his and kissing the top of it.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” he admits.

“What?” I ask shakily.

Oh God, this is it, isn’t it? The moment my perfect fairytale falls to pieces, the moment he admits he wants something I don’t want to give him…

But the more I look at his handsome features, the more I realize I do want to give it to him, whatever he wants… I want him to have all of me.

“Tell me,” I beg after he hesitates. “I need to know.”

“Alright,” he exhales heavily. “But promise you won’t run…”