I wake up to the sun setting outside my window. Stretching lazily over the bed, there’s a smile playing on my face as I pull myself out of the covers. Ajax said we’d be having dinner together… that means I have to go through my new wardrobe and find something he’ll love on me.

I’m still a little shaken from his confession, but also quite curious. Since I live in the States I don’t know a whole lot about royalty, but now he’s piqued my interest. I feel so stupid for not recognizing him… he must think I’m so uneducated!

But he doesn’t seem to care. The connection between us is still strong, and I still feel that magnetic pull towards him even though he’s not even in the room.

Filing through my new clothes, I settle on a gorgeous floor-length white dress that clings to my body. It’s cut out in the front and back, a simple V-neck opening in the front and a low cut in the back where there’s a cowl neckline emphasizing my small waist. It reaches all the way down to it, so I pair the dress with a necklace Ajax got me, but turn it the other way around, so the diamanté chain falls between my shoulder blades. I’ve never really walked in heels, but I pick out a pair of barely-there black sandals. They elongate my legs and make me look incredible.

As I check another package, I found a whole bunch of makeup and I smile to myself affectionately. He really thought of everything, didn’t he?

I paint my lips with gloss and apply dark shadow on my eyelids. I go for the smoky look, and it comes out amazing. I leave my hair natural, pinning some strands with pearl hairpins I brought from home.

A family heirloom, they used to belong to my mother, and they look gorgeous with the dress I’m wearing. And it makes me think that if Mom was here now, she’d be so happy for me.

I finish up and feel amazing, like a better, more expensive version of myself. And the clock is moving fast - only a couple of minutes until our dinner…

I pace the room nervously, and right on time, there’s a gentle knock on the door. I rush to answer it and there he is in all his glory - Ajax, well, Prince Ajax, I suppose.

“Your Highness,” I giggle, curtsying in front of him and making him grin wide.

“I could get used to you calling me that,” he teases, and I step aside so he can enter the room.

He’s wearing a beautifully cut suit that fits him perfectly, and aftershave that makes my mouth water. Still, it doesn’t mask his natural scent and I inhale the pine and soap scent hungrily. He takes my hand in his and twirls me around the room, making me giggle.

“You look fucking incredible,” he says with a dark smile. “Pardon my French. I could just eat you up, princess.”

I avert my eyes shyly and let him lead me into the sitting area of the room. Someone must’ve set it up while I was sleeping - there is a white tablecloth on the table and a cart with food waiting for us already. Ajax pulls my chair out for me and we sit down for dinner, with the view of the city plainly visible from the open French doors of the balcony.

“We’ll start with Coquilles Saint-Jacques,” Ajax tells me, presenting a plate of scallops which smell divine. “They’re made with mushrooms, prepared with white wine and finally gratinéed under a broiler.”

We start our dinner and in seconds I’m moaning from the delicious taste of the seafood. We have onion soup next, and then veal in a cream sauce. I try to pronounce the dishes in French and fail miserably, but Ajax is patient and kind and teaches me how to pronounce everything properly. We drink delicious wine with our meal and keep glancing at one another throughout the dinner, our eyes filled with after-meal intentions.

“That was absolutely incredible,” I admit to him once we’re done. “I’m not sure I have room for dessert…”

“You better,” he grins at me. “It’s my favorite.”

He clicks his fingers, and in seconds, the door opens and a waiter wheels in another cart, taking out the empty one. This one has an ice bucket with expensive champagne and a small chocolate fountain with an assortment of fruits on the platter. I gasp at the sight and clap my hands with excitement, and Ajax grins at me affectionately.

“Now, as amazing as you look in that dress…” he starts, his eyes drinking me in hungrily. “I would much prefer if you took it off.”

His eyes are glistening with dark intent, and mine must be as well because I feel lust traveling through my veins and filling me with anticipation.

“Now?” I whisper, and he’s quick to nod.

I slide off my chair, my fingers finding the straps of the gown and slowly sliding them down, my body swaying to music only we can hear. I’m prepared though - I was hoping he would ask to see me without the dress, so I wore a gorgeous nude lingerie set underneath, complete with a garter and a bra that pushes my tits up.

As I slide the fabric of the dress off my body, I feel incredible… Like a goddess waiting for her man to ravage her, take her, make her finally belong to him forever.

I stand before him in nothing but the set of lingerie and my heels, and his eyes drink me in darkly.

“I think it’s time for some champagne,” he says with a wicked grin, pouring us two flutes of the bubbly and standing up to toast with me, his fingers lingering on my waist and gently digging into my skin. “To my beautiful princess… And to fairytales with a happy ending.”

“To us,” I reply simply, and we clink our glasses with heady smiles mirrored on both our faces.

The champagne is delicious, sweet and fizzy and going to my head in seconds. Ajax pulls me closer to him and my body responds right away, molding against his and letting out a moan as he sets his flute down, reaching for mine.

“No,” I whisper. “I want more.”

He smiles and takes my glass, then pours the fizzy drink in my mouth himself. Once I’ve had it all, he sets it down and tugs me to the couch, taking the cart with us. He makes me settle on his lap on the couch, and his hands rummage in the bucket for the champagne, bringing out an ice cube. His eyes are dark as he trails the cube over my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Oh,” I whisper. “It’s so cold…”

“Good,” he replies, sliding it over my stomach as I moan and arch my back for him. “Take your bra off.”

My hands shake as I undo the straps, and he impatiently tosses my bra on the floor. Now his fingers holding the ice cube are on my tits, and he’s playing with my nipples. Under his touch, they form hard points and I gasp when he traces my nipples with the ice, making them pucker and stick out for him, desperate for more.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asks gently, and I mewl in response. “You love feeling like this… Desperate. Yearning. You love to moan for me, don’t you? You love showing me how much you need me. Well, worry not, my princess. The time has finally come for me to claim you… To show the world who you belong to.”

His fingers slip down, over the smooth skin on my stomach and into my panties. He buries the ice cube between my pussy lips and I cry out when it starts melting, filling me with ice cold water.

“Ajax!” I cry out.

“Now now,” he says, his voice gentle but firm. “I thought we established you’d call me Your Highness…”

“Yes,” I whisper and he grins in my face. “Yes please, Your Highness…”

He toys with the ice cube, and then suddenly it’s inside me, dripping, filling me and making me squirm on his lap.

“Does it hurt?” he grunts against my throat and I shake my head no.

It doesn’t hurt at all, but it feels so sinfully good I might just come all over him if he doesn’t stop… and I think he knows it too, taunting and teasing me until I’m a complete mess, whimpering and begging for more.

“You like it?” he whispers, and I nod quickly, showing him how much I love it.

He stands up then, leaving me on the couch and picking up a strawberry from the platter, dipping it in the milk chocolate fountain. He traces the fruit over my tits, making them drip with chocolate, and then feeds me the berry. His mouth latches on to my nipple, licking off the chocolate with slow, tentative licks that make me shiver. The ice cube has melted from the heat of my pussy, but my thighs are sticky with a different kind of juice.

“Tell me what you want,” he tells me, and I blush as I eat the strawberry and he smudges the chocolate all over me.

“I want you,” I admit. “I want you to fuck me… Kiss me… I want you inside me, Your Highness.”

“Are you going to beg?” he asks darkly, and I promise I will with loud whimpers that color my cheeks an even darker shade of red. “I’d love to hear it, princess. Love to hear you asking for what this little body needs.”

“Please, Your Highness,” I manage to get out. “Please fuck me, I want to know what your cock feels like inside me.”

He rips my panties off with one pull of his strong fingers, and I gasp as he throws them aside.

“They were new…” I whisper uselessly, and he laughs in response.

“Do I look like I care?” he growls. “I’ll get you a thousand new pairs if you want, my princess…”

I’m in his arms and he’s holding me, touching me, his fingers everywhere, demanding so much from my poor shaking body.

“One thing first,” he says, taking my hand in his and interlacing his fingers with mine. “I want to make you a promise, princess. A promise I intend to keep.”

I look deep into his eyes and he looks so sincere it cuts right through me. I’m afraid now… Scared he’s going to drop me, afraid he’ll tell me there’s no future for us. This is all over… But no, there’s something else in his eyes, a fear mirroring my own, barely there but still noticeable as he reaches into the pocket of his blazer, pulling out a small blue box.

I gasp.

He opens it, and inside, on the white satin fabric, there is an absolutely stunning ring, one I’d never imagined seeing in person.

“The Heart of Crimson,” he tells me, his voice deep and deliciously dark. “I got it for my bride… I knew I would place it on her finger one day.”

I remember the stone, a lost heirloom of a royal family that had been found again years ago… How did I not remember Ajax? I see him now, clear as day, proudly standing next to his father and the stone as it was found again. The ruby is enormous, set in a thin gold band and adorned with small diamonds. It’s incredible. And there’s no way I deserve this.

“It belongs to you,” Ajax tells me firmly as if he can read my thoughts. “From the moment I saw you, I knew you’d be the one to wear it… I knew you would be my wife, no matter what.”

He doesn’t ask me anything or wait for me to say a word. Instead, he slides the ring on my ring finger and grins at me wickedly.

“Aren’t you going to…” I start, but my words drift off into nothing.

“I don’t need to,” he growls in response. “I already know you’re fucking mine.”