“You know why I’m doing this don’t you?” He asks, my panties mid-thigh and his hands lightly roving up the swell of my ass. “Yes.” I hardly consider his question because somehow I intuitively know the answer. He’s doing it for me. It’s not just about the tease, but about the care he has for me. He knows how the anxiety of tonight has been eating at me and these tantalizing moments are the only time it’s melted away. “Good. Because I won’t be gentle. You may be a princess, but I’m gonna treat you like my whore.”
