It’s the end for me.

One way or another, I’m going to hang, or worse.

It’ll either be for what I’m about to do to my princess, or what I’ll do for her and her sister after I claim her.

Either way, I’m fucking dead.

But I intend to make the most of this one night.

While Charlotte indulges in the bath I drew for her, I take my opportunity to make sure we’re alone. Before too long, my entire next paycheck is spoken for when I beg, bribe and pay off everyone on the skeleton crew and convince them to call it a night. When I’m the last man standing, I go to work, locking and deadbolting all access doors, and preparing the princess’s bed and all around it the way it needs to be for what’s going to happen next.

I hear the bathroom door creak open slowly as I set down the last item in its place. I turn to look at her, and a primitive, possessive urge hits me. I almost make the four or five ground-eating steps needed to go to her side.

Almost.

But I don’t.

As hungry and greedy as I am, I of all people know that timing is everything. From waiting and withholding, to nibbling, to engorging, they all serve their purpose. I will have my feast, just not all at once.

I scan her body from head to toe and see that she did exactly as I asked. Wearing only a pair of sky-high spiked heels, the bright red lipstick on her mouth, her official royal tiara and nothing else, Princess Charlotte shakily walks toward the bed. Her arms and hands are put to use, timidly covering her breasts with one and cupping her mound with the other.

How sweet. She’s shy.

Too bad she won’t be shy for long.

I’ll make sure of that.

Moving over to the cream leather button back armchair I placed about ten feet from her bed, I remove every piece of clothes except for my boxers, and I take a seat.

“Before we start, there are just a few ground rules for you. First, you are to say nothing unless spoken too. Or you’ll be punished. Understood?”

“Yes,” she answers in a voice as soft as a light breath.

“Good girl. Second, you will not hide any part of your body from me.” I wait for her to obey, but she does not. “Right now,” I warn, and slowly, she drops her arms to her side. Fuck. Her pussy is completely bare. It’s sexy as fuck.

“Third, your name is Shana while it’s just you and me. Shana. That is the name I’ve chosen for you, and you are to answer to it when I call, or you’ll be punished. What is your name right now?”

“Shana,” she trembles out.

“Fourth, I am giving you the word ‘shrew’ to use as your safe word. Use it only if you believe I’ve pushed beyond any of your limits in an extreme way. Be warned though. You are only to use it in extreme situations. Or you’ll be punished. What is your safe word?”

Her tiara shimmers under the dimmed overhead light as she shakes her head from side to side. But she doesn’t answer.

“I gave you an instruction,” I say firmly.

She shakes her head again.

“You’re being a bad girl, Shana. Do you want to be punished?”

Again, with the head shake.

“Tell me why you won’t repeat the safe word.”

“Because you said that I’m only to use it in an extreme situation,” she explains. I want to laugh at her staunch interpretation of my instruction, but I don’t.

“All right. I’ll give you a pass because I like the logic behind your disobedience. So, the fifth and final ground rule. You are to look directly into my eyes the entire time I’m with you tonight, or you will be punished. The only exception is if I tell you to turn your back to me for whatever reason. Do you understand, Shana?”

Her gaze lifts from a spot near my groin and meets mine. “Yes.”

“Good.” I lean back in the chair and stretch out my legs, giving myself room to stroke my cock as I watch the show I’ll make her put on for me. “Let’s start with something simple. Slowly spin around for me and show me all of your beautiful curves. Make sure you do it well for me, and slowly. Let those heels do their job.”

My Shana does what she is told, taking teasingly slow baby steps to turn all the way around for me. Her knees bend one at a time, and when they do, her hip lifts, then the other lowers, and those perfectly thick thighs rub together a little, bringing my attention up to the darkened slit between her bare pink folds. I can hardly keep it together.

“Keep going until your back is turned to me,” I instruct. My hand is tight around my shaft after she makes a full two turns, the dot of precum at the tip a sign of how fucking hard and ready she makes me. “Once you’re facing away from me, I want you to look back over your shoulder at me. You are to lick your lips the entire way around.”

She does what I ask, and my cock jumps in my hand. It can’t fucking wait to feel those lips around it.

“Come here, and kneel at my feet, dirty girl,” I continue, and she obeys.

“Open your mouth.” Her jaw slackens and her bright red lips part. For me. Just inches from the tip of my cock. I want to drive my cock past those red lips and fuck that mouth, but I don’t. I won’t claim the princess’s innocence tonight. Not in the pure sense at least. And she won’t be allowed to touch me. I’m as good as dead anyway, so there’s no point taking her most precious gift from her unless I can live to be the only man to have her.

“Run one hand over your big tits for me.”

She obeys, piercing my eyes with her need-filled gaze, telling me without words how much she loves this.

“Put your other hand between your legs,” I demand. “Make sure you lick your two fingers… slowly, then slide them inside your pussy for me like a good girl.”

As she does it, her hips start to rock into the movement, and a moan leaves her lips. So fucking gorgeous. But when her eyelids begin to droop closed, I’m forced to reach forward and grip a fistful of her thick flowing hair from behind her head. That gets her attention. Her eyes flash a shocked, fiery gaze up at me. “I told you I’d punish you if you disobey,” I explain. “Keep your eyes open and only on me, Shana.”

With a nod, her eyes are locked with mine again, full of both defiance and excitement, and I release my hold on her hair.

“Tell me how wet you are, Shana.”

“I’m… I’m really wet, Wes,” she answers.

“Show me. Show me your dripping wet fingers.”

Fuck. My dirty princess disobeys. Yes, she does indeed remove her fingers, but she doesn’t show them to me. No. My bad girl grips the arms of the chair I’m sitting in, pulls herself to standing, then shocks the fuck out of me by turning around and sitting in my lap. It’s a damn good thing that I have these boxers on still, and I’m lucky she doesn’t make contact with my cockhead at the right angle. I’d shove my boxers aside and be balls deep inside of her if she did. Thank fuck that doesn’t happen, but I need to keep her in line right now. At the moment, her slick folds rub along my cockhead with only my boxers between us, and my shaft is harder than steel as it gets the best fucking raw lap dance ever. I need to stop her, but it feels so fucking good that I indulge her for another minute. As I do, I look down between us, closer to my limit each time my shaft appears and disappears past her ass cheeks.

But when she reaches her hand around and tries to grip the shaft and guide my dick inside, it’s time to stop.

Everything has to stop, and that’s because I know I won’t be able to stop her the next time she crosses the line.

With one fluid movement, I turn and lift her body, picking her up as I rise from the chair. Less than a minute later, I’ve deposited her into her bed, thrown my clothes back on, and informed her that our play time is over.

“You’re stopping?” she asks, concerned. “I’ll be good now, Wes. I promise.”

“There’s something I have to do. It may take me some time, but when I’m back, you’ll get your real punishment for disobeying me. Now get some rest, Shana. And don’t forget who owns you while I’m gone.”

I hear some objection from her as I leave the room, but she’ll have to wait. I can hardly keep my hands off of her. Whatever control I thought I had, it’s lost.

I’ll solve this problem of who’s behind that threatening phone call and let the chips fall.

If there’s anything as dumb luck or wild luck, I’m fucking going to need it. Because luck is the only way I’ll survive this.