I can’t believe how much I want Belle. Usually by this point my interest in a woman has waned and I’m bored of her, but for some reason, Belle is different.

Every time I try to think of something else, focus on matters of state, all I can think about is her lips around my cock, my hand tight in her hair.

All I can think about is coming down her throat, the way she licked me greedily clean when I was finished. She’s my depraved good girl, a sweet bookish thing gone utterly filthy.

And with every new revelation, I’m hooked even deeper. I want to touch her, stroke her, make her come again and again. I want to make her cry out in pleasure and pain, both at once, every sensation heightened until she’s sobbing in my arms, my cock deep inside her.

She’s mine. Every inch of her body is mine for the taking, every lovely smile, every shy look, every supple twist of her perfect body.

* * *

Fuck being a prince, because it means I have official duties that take me away from her for hours at a time. I want to play with my new toy and I want it now, not in four hours. Not later tonight.

Finally, when I’m done ruling a country, I can go back to my wing of the castle, my cock hardening with every step I take, the anticipation throbbing through my body.

I know exactly what Belle will be doing, what she’ll be wearing, where she’ll be.

When I open the door, she’s not there. Good. I drop my briefcase by the door, loosen my tie, unbutton the first button on my shirt. I take pleasure in this part, too, knowing that she’s waiting for me, wet with anticipation.

Just to make it a little more fun, I flick on the vibrator, the remote still in my pocket. I’ve been doing this to her all day while I’m in meetings and talking to important heads of state, because just knowing that somewhere, Belle is fighting against an orgasm, makes me smile.

I keep it on. I love the way her eyes glaze over when she’s so ready for me that she’d beg, and I let her listen to my footsteps. I want her to know I’m close, that I could come find her at any moment.

Finally, I open my bedroom door, and there she is. Exactly as I instructed her in the note I left: splayed on the black silk sheets of my bed, wearing the gauzy white dress I left her.

It happens to be the only clothing I left her. Once I knew that she’d obey me, I had all other clothes taken from her room while she was gone, because I like knowing that she wouldn’t dare leave her chambers dressed like this.

I like knowing that I’m the only one allowed to see her right now, the dress practically see-through, her stiff nipples and the dark down of her sex practically on full display.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” I growl, finger on the vibrator’s remote.

“Yes,” she whispers, eyes at half-mast.

“Show me,” I command her.

Belle bites her lip, like even now she’s somehow unsure about what she’s about to do, but then she reaches down and pulls up the long skirt of her dress, her creamy thighs still together.

Slowly, her thighs part, and the entire time she’s looking at me with her wide, innocent eyes as if I’m the first man to ever see this sight. Like she’s a little afraid of showing me, but knows what she wants.

And what she wants is to obey me.

I can’t see the vibrator buried in her pussy, but I know it’s there. I know it’s on, because her mouth is slightly open and she’s whimpering, just a little, her juices running from between her lips and soaking the white dress and black sheets below her, and dear God it’s all I can do to keep myself from getting on top of her, yanking the vibrator out and fucking her right here and now, letting her come on my thick cock as hard as she can.

Or better, flipping her over on the bed, facedown and helpless, using her juices as lubricant and taking her for the first time in her back hole, listening to her cries and moans as her initial pain turns to pleasure. Feel the tightness of her ass combined with the vibrator in her pussy going full-blast.

I nearly come just thinking about it, but instead grit my teeth and control myself, even though her eyes are on the enormous tent in my pants, my cock straining to get free.

Carefully, slowly, I walk to the edge of the bed, caress the sheets with one hand.

“Get on your hands and knees,” I command Belle.