Passenger Princess

by Morgan Elizabeth

“If there’s one thing I love,

it’s a challenge. Literally won an entire pageant just to see if I could. But you? You might become my favorite challenge yet.”

“And you might just be mine.”

Everything this woman does rubs me in a way that makes me want to simultaneously strangle her and drag her into a room to fuck her until she can't argue with me anymore.

"No, sweetheart. If you were mine, I'd take you everywhere. Anywhere. Show you off any chance I got. A woman like you, you don't tell her what to do, what to wear. You let her do it, then prepare to watch her ass as she moves, stay alert while she lives her life, ensuring no harm comes to her. You make it so she never has to realize there's a world outside of her bubble that isn't sunshine and rainbows."

"But you're not mine, Ava."

"I could be,"

"Yeah, Princess, if you weren't a client, I'd kiss you."

"This is how it works, Ava. I kiss you. Every time, I kiss you, and I do it in a way that you can never forget what it's like to be kissed by a man wholly and completely obsessed with you."

Ava Bordeaux is the first thing I think about the moment I wake up and the last thing I think about as I'm falling asleep, and it has nothing to do with my need to protect her. Not even a little.

"Where we stand is that you're mine now,"

"You're mine, Ava. It means at every stop from here on out, one of those beds goes untouched because we're sharing one. It means I take care of you, and I sleep next to you, and I get to eat your pussy every night and kiss your sweet lips whenever I want, which is a lot. Besides that, not much changes because we've already been toeing that line for weeks. We're just stomping all over it now."