My gown for the ball was a gorgeously deep red. My mother had originally planned for a sky blue one for me, to match my eyes. But Mrs. Wilkes, the seamstress, was friends with the woman who did all the tailoring for the Morningstar sisters over in Avlion, the hosts of this suitors’ ball, and apparently Princess Ilana was wearing basically the exact same color. So, red it was.

You can imagine how princesses get with when someone shows up to your ball wearing your exact gown.

And honestly, I loved the color, and not just because my mother had wrinkled her nose at the color either. I loved it because when I draped the deep rich tone over my body, I felt sexy, like I’d never felt before. And slipping it on that night as I got ready for the “suitors’ ball” where Rourke and I would be officially “shown” to the royal world, I’d never felt sexier.

Maybe it was because he’d shown me things I’d never dreamed of before. Maybe it was because now, I knew how his mouth felt between my legs, his tongue sliding deep into my pussy and making my whole world melt. His filthy words, and his strong hands, and the way his lips felt all over me…

I gasped quietly in the silence of my chambers, squeezing my legs together under the dress. I shivered, feeling the naughty, forbidden thrill of my thighs across my bare pussy.

…No panties, just like he’d told me.

I blushed at my reflection in the mirror, my whole body glowing and growing hotter by the second as I thought of Rourke. God I was already so wet and ready for him. I wanted to skip the ball entirely and just let him take me any way he wanted. I wanted him to teach me things, and show me every filthy thing he could. I didn’t care that we weren’t married yet, or about any of that. All I knew is, I wanted him. I wanted him to claim the part of me no one ever had, and to make me his.

I blushed again, my nipples hard under the silky top of the gown and my arousal quickly making my thighs slick. I toyed with my hair — actually up in this elaborate princess-y look for tonight, but honestly, I didn’t even mind that. I’d be walking into that ball with a man who lit something inside of me I never even knew was there. A man who was rough, yes, and had a filthy mouth, sure. A man who was not royalty, and I honestly couldn’t have cared less about that.

I wanted him. But more than that, I was falling for him.

Hey, lust and feelings for an arranged marriage? I’d say that’s not bad at all.

I smoothed my dress down and took a slow breath, trying to calm my racing pulse and trying to quench the wet heat between my legs before I turned and made my way out of my chambers and down the stairs to meet Rourke.

My heart fluttered like I was in some sort of ridiculous princess movie — like Rourke would be waiting at the bottom of a stairs draped in red velvet, which we didn’t have, wearing some sort of all-white, gold-gilded military dress uniform, which I knew he wouldn’t.

…Perhaps I’d watched too many animated princess movies.

But my heart skipped nonetheless as I made my way down. Heck, I skipped down the second half of the staircase before I twirled my way towards my mother’s study where I’d been told Rourke was waiting to escort me to the ball. I grinned, feeling the butterflies in my tummy flutter around before I reached out, grabbed the knob, and swung the door wide.

…And my heart sank.

Oh. My. God.

Rourke was sitting on a sofa by the fireplace in the study, and there, draped all the heck all over him, was my mother.

My blood freaking boiled. My world froze. Chartreuse green rage ignited inside of me.

Rourke looked up sharply, his face scowling as his eyes locked onto mine.

“Colette—”

“Oh, honey!” my mother slurred, perched on Rourke’s lap. “Your fiancé is such a charmer!”

She grinned, her face red and the glass of wine sloshing in her hand as she stroked Rourke’s scowling, hardened face.

“And so handsome!”

My nails bit into my palms as I squeezed my hands into tight fists.

My mother giggled like this was hysterical, leaning in and kissing Rourke’s cheek before she turned and smiled a wine-glazed smile at me.

“I could just keep him for myself, you know!”

That’s it.

I couldn’t watch this complete shitshow any longer. God, I couldn’t watch him just sit there with her draped all over his fucking lap!

I whirled, and before either of them could say a word, I stormed out of the room and down the hall, tears stinging my eyes and my heart aching.

***

“Colette!”

I could hear his voice booming after me, his shoes striking the marble floors of the palace hallway as he chased after me.

“Colette, stop.”

I gasped as he caught up with me, his powerful hand gripping my arm tight and spinning me into him.

“You know, I knew you were some rich pompous ass, and probably had this whole harem of women. But my mother?” I hissed, my face livid. “Fuck you.”

Rourke’s face darkened. “Mind your tongue,” he growled dangerously.

I rolled my eyes, barking a brittle laugh.

“Oh, I can’t swear?”

“It’s not becoming of a princess.”

I curled my lip, leaning in close to him.

“Fuck. You.”

I shrieked as he suddenly grabbed me by the waist, hoisted me up and, threw me right over his shoulder.

“Are you insane?” I yelled, pounding at his back as he strode down the hallway carrying me like a sack. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Let me go!”

Rourke ignored me as he kicked open the door to an unused sitting room, striding through it and slamming the door shut behind him. I gasped as his powerful arms slipped me off of his shoulder and plopped me down on a small sofa right in front of him.

“Let's get one thing very straight and clear,” he growled, his eyes narrowing at me and his jaw clenched tight. “There are no other women. There haven’t been in years. Your mother—”

I groaned loudly, shaking my head. “Oh my God, I do not want to hear—”

“Your mother has had too much to drink,” Rourke said tightly. “I suspect that’s not something new to your ears.”

I pursed my lips, still glaring at him.

“What am I supposed to do when the damm queen of a nation, whose daughter I’m marrying, sits on my lap? Toss her off?”

“Yes,” I spat back.

Rourke grinned.

“Consider it done next time.”

“She’s a gold digging…” I shook my head, looking away. “She’s only interested in people who can elevate her, or do things for her. She’s a phony.”

“She might be,” he said quietly. “But I’m not, and there is nothing fake about this.”

He ducked down, and I gasped as suddenly his lips came crashing into mine. I moaned into him, opening my mouth for his tongue and feeling the floor spin beneath me as he held my face and kissed me deeply before slowly pulling back.

“But then, we still need to do something about that mouth of yours,” he purred darkly.

“What about my mouth?”

“It’s dirty.”

I blushed. “Sorry.”

“We can fix that.”

There was a dark, sexy tone to his voice that instantly had my body reacting — my skin tingling and the heat pooling between my legs.

“You need to be punished, little princess,” my dark, dominant fiancé growled.

I gasped quietly. “W-what?”

“Punished. For your dirty mouth.”

I shook my head, and I was about to ask what he meant, when suddenly he leaned close into me again, making me shiver.

“On your knees, Princess,” he growled.

I gasped quietly, heat blazing through my body. My nipples puckered to little points under my gown, and without any panties on, I could feel my sticky wet desire growing hot between my legs.

“Now, Princess,” he purred deeply, his jaw twitching and his cock bulging at the front of his tuxedo pants.

I whimpered quietly, slowly pulling my legs up under me and then sitting up on the couch on my knees.

“Hands and knees.”

I swallow thickly turning sideways to him on the couch and slowly getting onto my hands and knees. I gasped as his hand slid over my back, gently pushing me down to my elbows before teasing back down over the plunging back of the dress. His fingers slid over my bare skin, and I gasped as I arched my back, pushing my ass high in the air as he slid his hand further down.

He growled as he got to my ass, his hand smoothing over my soft curves before he suddenly bunched the gown in a fist and yanked it high. I gaped as he pulled it right over my ass, letting it bunch and pool around my waist as he exposed me to his hungry gaze.

Rourke growled lowly.

“No fucking panties?” He made a slow tsking sound, the growl rumbling in his throat making me wetter by the second.

“What sort of a dirty, naughty little princess doesn’t wear panties to a ball?”

I whimpered, my face growing warm. “You— you told me no panties around you.”

I could hear him grin as he moved closer, and when his lips brushed my ear, I whimpered.

“Good girl,” he purred, making me gasp out loud as his voice teased through me.

His hand slid over my bare ass, making my skin tingle and making me ache for more. He rubbed his hand in slow circle, teasing and warming my skin, before suddenly, he pulled it back and then brought it back down with a sharp smack.

I gasped loudly, my whole body erupting in fire as the heat of that spank sizzled through me.

“Did you just spank me?!” I gasped, turning to stare at him.

He met my gaze with one of pure lust and fire, and when his eyes burned into mine, I could feel the heat pouring into me.

“Naughty princesses with dirty fucking mouths get spanked, baby girl,” he purred, his hand rubbing my ass again, soothing me. “And you’ve been a very naughty princess.”

His hand pulled back and then came down on my bare ass again, sending another spark of heat teasing through me as his palm warmed my skin.

“Oh God…” I gasped, whimpering and biting my lip as he growled, pulled back, and then spanked me a third time, this one on the other cheek.

Pure lust roared through my body — the heat of his hand on my ass, or maybe just how dirty it was to be getting spanked making my whole body crave more of him.

Rourke groaned, his palm cupping my reddened ass and rubbing it with soothing strokes. His hand centered, and when he slid it between my legs and ran his fingers across my dripping wet slit, I moaned deeply for him.

“So fucking wet for me,” he purred. “I think my dirty little princess is all hot and bothered by getting her naughty little ass spanked like a bad girl.”

I whimpered, gasping as I felt his fingers rub over my clit.

“I like your pussy like this,” he growled. “All sticky and messy and ready for me. I like your sweet girl-cum dripping down your thighs for me to lick off.”

I moaned wildly, melting at his filthy words as his fingers rolled my clit in slow, agonizing circles. His other hand moved to his belt, and when I heard him undo his buckle and pull his zipper down, my whole freaking body shivered in excitement.

“Open your mouth, Princess,” he said darkly, his voice edged. “Open those pretty little lips. We need to give you something for that filthy mouth of yours.”

I looked up, and when my eyes landed on his huge cock, pulsing and rock-hard, jutting out from under his chiseled abs, my whole body shivered with anticipation. His hand wrapped around his shaft, and when he started to stroke it slowly, I whimpered. Thick, white pre-cum beaded at the tip and trickled down over his swollen head and shaft.

And I wanted it.

“Open your mouth, baby girl,” he growled.

And I did.

There, on my knees with my gown around my waist and his hand on my pussy, I opened my lips for him. He slid his cock past them, and I moaned at the salty sweet taste of him on my tongue. God he was so big, stretching my lips wide and filling my mouth. He was so hot and hard, and when his cock pulsed against my tongue, I moaned deep around him.

Rourke groaned, his body tensing as I slid my mouth down over his cock. I slurped loudly at him, not really sure what to do, but taking cues from how he reacted. I swirled my tongue around his crown, teasing the little hole at the tip and tasting more of his creamy pre-cum as it flooded my mouth. I slid back, my pink lip gloss leaving a vulgar little streak across his dick before I slid back down and took as much of him as I could.

Rourke growled, his fingers slowly rolling over my clit. His other hand moved to my hair, sliding into the elaborate twists and curls piled atop my head and tangling them around his fingers. He pulled me onto his cock, making my body thrill with adrenaline as I felt him hit the back of my throat. His huge cock pulsed in my small mouth, his groans dripping into my ears like honey.

He gasped as he pulled me away from him, and I gasped as I panted hungrily. A thin strand of spit hung between my bottom lip and his throbbing, swollen cock, and before he could stop me, I eased forward and wrapped my lips around his head. I sucked hard, slurping wetly at him and making him cry out in this deep, masculine groan before he pulled me away again.

“Greedy girl,” he growled, pulling my head back and leaning down to crush his lips to mine. “Does my little princess like my thick cock filling her dirty little mouth?”

“Yes,” I hissed, panting and reaching for him.

“I think you want more, don’t you?” he purred.

“Yes please,” I gasped, whimpering as he kissed me fiercely.

“You want more, you dirty little girl?”

I moaned, nodding as our eyes locked. “Yes.”

Rourke smiled hungrily at me.

“Ask me nicely, little princess.”

I moaned, his filthy words turning me on like nothing ever had.

“Please, can I…” I blushed.

“Can you what?”

I swallowed thickly.

“Please, can I have more of your…” I whimpered. “Of your cock?”

“Open our mouth.”

Rourke pulled me close, and when he pushed the thick head of his cock between my lips, I wrapped them tight and sucked. He groaned, bending over me and sliding his hands down my back. He pulled my dress up high over my ass again, both his palms teasing over my skin as I bobbed my mouth on his big dick. I whimpered as I felt him spread me wide, and when his hand slid between my thighs and began to tease my aching, slippery pussy, I went wild.

I sucked him hard, moaning so deeply around him as his fingers began to roll over my clit.

“Hands behind your back, princess,” he groaned, making my whole body ache for more of him. The way he talked to me — his controlling, dominant voice — all of it had me trembling for more. He had me a whimpering, wet puddle for him, and I wanted him to have all of me. I wanted him to demand it from me, and take what was his to take.

My hands clasped behind my back, and when his fingers slid back into my hair and pulled me onto his cock, I moaned deeply. His hips rocked back and forth, his hand guiding my mouth up and down his thick, pulsing shaft as he rolled my clit in achingly slow circles. I felt so damn slutty, and sexy, and alive, on my knees for this gorgeous, possessive, and yet tender and protective man. His fingers rubbed my clit faster, and when I felt his thumb begin to tease over my asshole, I gasped loudly.

“Fuck, Princess,” he groaned, pulling his cock from my lips with a wet popping sound. “Your mouth feels like heaven.”

“More,” I moaned, gasping loudly as his fingers rubbed my clit again and again. His thumb teased a slow circle around my ass, and I cried out as I arched my back and thrust my ass back into him.

“You want me to make you come? You want me to make you come like a naughty little princess, on your knees sucking my cock with my fingers on your clit and this tight little ass?”

I moaned, whimpering and slurping on his cock loudly as his hand in my hair guided me up and down.

“I can feel that you’re close, Colette. I can feel your slippery, tight little virgin pussy dripping that candy-sweet honey all over my fingers. I can feel your tight, tempting little asshole quivering against my thumb. I know you want to come, Princess, but not yet. You don’t come until I say you do.”

He had me right at the edge, my whole body tipping dangerously on the precipice as he teased me just enough to keep me there, but not enough for me to go screaming over. I moaned around his big, swollen cock, sucking him as deep as I could take him and swirling my tongue across the underside of him.

“Wait until I let you come, Princess,” he purred, his thumb brushing my ass so tantalizingly and his fingers rubbing my clit in slow little circles. His cock throbbed between my lips, and I could taste his sticky pre-cum coating my tongue as the whole world started to blur at the edges

“Come for me.”

It was his words that did it. His fingers had me already toppling at the edge, but it was his commanding voice, demanding that I come that shoved me over into the abyss. I screamed around his cock, my entire body shattering as the hurricane of a climax exploded through me. I moaned and whimpered, the orgasm tearing through me like wildfire as I lost myself completely.

Rourke’s cock swelled up huge in my mouth, and as he groaned, I suddenly felt it throb. Thick, sticky, salty-sweet ropes of his cum pumped across my tongue and down my throat, filling my mouth until it leaked out of the corners of my lips. He threw his head back, growling into the dimness of the room as his big cock pulsed and throbbed, emptying every drop of his cum from his balls into my throat.

Slowly, panting, he pulled away from me, reached down, and swooped me up into his arms. I fell into him, his powerful arms holding me tight as he buried his face in my neck. A heat I’d never known before burned inside of me, and I realized then that I never wanted these arms of his to not be holding me.

I liked being his. I liked the way he spoke to me — like I was the most precious thing in the world to him, but also like I was his dirty little submissive slut. It was a swirling, heated, addictive mix of both, and it was unlike anything I’d ever known before.

He pulled back, grinning as his thumb reached up to catch the little bit of his cum on the corner of my mouth. I blushed, but he slowly just shook his head, his eyes blazing with heat.

“Open,” he whispered. I panted, my pulse jumping as I slowly opened my mouth. His thumb swiped up the little white drop of cum, and he slowly slid it into my mouth. I moaned, closing my lips around it and sucking the cum from his thumb, my eyes locked onto his.

“Good girl,” he groaned, leaning in and crushing his lips to mine, kissing me deeply and slowly, until I realized I really was no longer on the ground. He spun us slowly, his powerful arms holding me off the ground against his body as my red gown swirled around us.