Chapter 6

Chapter

Six

brIAR

He's here!

I knew Prince Charming would come for me. I have no idea what time it is or how long I've spent lying here—face-down, ass-up, arms folded under my pillow—listening and waiting.

And I've been on my best behavior: I only fingered myself enough to get lubed up and ready for him. Despite how achingly hard I am, I haven't been touching myself. Not even a sneaky grind against the bed.

I can barely think straight. Every soft footfall makes the floorboards creak, and my hard-on throb with excitement.

With my face in the pillow and the darkness of the room, there's no way I can see my mysterious prince. But adrenaline is flooding my body, leaving my other senses keener than ever.

The footsteps stop next to me, and the bed sinks gently.

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.

This is hotter than all of my fantasies put together—and it's actually happening.

Even with my nose buried in the pillow, I can smell just a hint of citrus cologne and leather. Goosebumps run along my forearms, right up to the back of my neck. And my hair isn't the only thing standing on end.

As my semi swells into a full-on erection, it takes everything I've got to stay still. I swear I can feel the heat radiating from Prince Charming. I'm glowing from head to toe with hot, nervous anticipation…

And holy fuck, does it feel good. I can't believe I never even thought to fantasize about this part. I always thought the best part would be waking up to find myself lost in helpless pleasure, ravaged by a mysterious stranger.

But Prince Charming is taking his time. It's so drawn out—so tortuously, deliciously slow. I might just go crazy before he even lays one finger on me. Every passing second melts more of my brain into a hazy, eager puddle of goo.

The tense charge in the air is like lightning dancing through my bones. Every detail is burning itself into my brain. My throbbing dick, racing thoughts, the struggle to keep my breathing slow as my heart pounds at a mile a minute…

Where is he going to touch me? And how? And when?

I have no idea, and I'm so fucking excited about that, because I'm getting what I've always wanted: the chance to give up control. He'll do everything, and I can do absolutely nothing—just lie still and take it.

My cock twitches against the flat plane of my stomach, and I gulp quietly.

Oh!

Prince Charming is gently touching the back of my neck with his fingertip. Then he trails his touch straight down my spine, full of possessive intent, yet slow and soft like he really is trying not to disturb me.

Hoooly fuck. My head is spinning, and every muscle is taut and quivering with pleasure. The quiet, forceful certainty of my real Prince Charming beats all my fantasies of getting hauled around and groped.

His finger reaches the curve of my ass. I can't stop myself from a tiny little squirm of delight. Then I press my lips together hard, scolding myself.

Stay still, Briar. Jesus. You literally have one job.

I try my best to turn it into a little unconscious movement, like I'm just stirring idly, but Prince snorts with obvious amusement.

Fuck.

He already knows I'm awake. He's just making me keep playing along to embarrass myself for his entertainment. And I don't know why, but that makes it even hotter. I'm so desperate for him to tease me while I can't do a thing.

We both know I love being this kind of helpless.

I made sure my face would be hidden in my pillow so I couldn't see anything. All my other senses seem that much sharper as a result. The sound of clothes rustling, for example, is easy to pick out against the street noise outside.

And the zzzzip as Prince Charming unzips his pants, sending my imagination wild.

Is he still fully dressed, his stiff boner poking through the folds of fabric?

Does he have one fist closed around his hard-on, already ready and waiting to push into me?

Or is he still growing thick and hard in his palm, jerking himself off to the sight of my naked body as he prepares to use me the way I so desperately hoped for?

Yes yes fuck yes c'mon please touch me more, please please fuck me, oh my god do something please I'm going to go crazy if you keep this up…!

"Lube," Prince Charming breathes out softly.

"B—"

Wait, shit, fuck.

I press my lips together hard, hoping the pillow muffled the tiny escaped sound. But there's a deep chuckle from above me as the bed shifts under his weight, and he grabs the lube from the bedside table.

He really is tormenting me, and I really do love it.

Prince kneels across my thighs. Warm velvet brushes against my bare skin, and it's enough to make the flying sparks turn into a wildfire.

Oh fuck…!

A wet fingertip trails from the small of my back, straight down over my tailbone, between my cheeks…

His warm fingertip brushes against my hole, and I'm choking back a moan.

Ohmygodohmygooood it's happening…!

This is the first time I've had anyone else inside me. I'm already lubed up and stretched out, so it barely even stings as his fingertip slides gently into me.

Prince can feel how ready I am, and he snorts with amusement. But, to my surprise, he still isn't jumping straight to the action. He just works his finger into me, tortuously slow and gentle. Almost like he really is trying to go undiscovered.

I've had plenty of experience with my own toys and fingers, but it's never been like this.

Just not knowing what's going to happen makes it so much hotter. Waves of arousal wash over me, burning my cheeks and tingling in the pit of my stomach. With every pump of my heart, blood surges to my already-stiff cock. The slightest touch might just make me go off like a rocket. Forget washing my pillowcases—my ceiling is in danger.

Prince's finger feels good—really good—but he's taking so long to make sure I'm ready. Is he being sweet and gentle on purpose? Or is he planning to use me mercilessly?

God, I hope it's the latter, because I've never been this hard in my life.

Oh, fuck!

The white-hot stretch of a second finger inside me feels too incredible for words. I bite the pillow hard as Prince starts fucking me with his fingers, slow and deep. The room is spinning around me, and I'm sinking deeper and deeper into his spell.

Then I feel a hand closing around my cock, stroking me gently.

What if I can't cum?

Shit.

I tense up, and just like that, I'm drowning in the all-too-familiar desperation, frustration, and a sinking feeling that I know exactly what's going to happen. Just like last night. It took forever to get to sleep after I finally gave up, miserably exhausted, both wrists sore, covered in sweat… and more desperate than ever.

Prince's fingers slid out of me. "Is something wrong?" he murmurs.

Fuck.

I want to tell him that nothing's wrong except the way I feel so empty all of a sudden, and I need him inside me right the fuck now.

But I also still want to keep the fantasy going, so I stubbornly bite my tongue.

Prince chuckles softly, resting a warm hand on my thigh. "I'll do as I see fit with you. But you have to tell me if there's anything you want... and if anything's wrong."

Oh. Oh, that's actually really sweet. And hot. Should I tell him? Maybe he could help. But then I have to stop pretending to be asleep…

I squeeze my eyes shut against the pillow. The more I wrestle with my frustration, the more it grows… until it finally boils over and I can't stop the words anymore. "I've been doing it too much," I moan, squirming with embarrassment as I cling to the desperate hope that he knows how to help.

"Doing what?" Prince murmurs, gently stroking my thighs.

I whimper under my breath. "Jerking off," I mumble. "I have to go so hard now. And even then, I can't always finish. I usually don't. It's like I need more and more and more…" My hands are fists against the pillow as my chest goes tight. "And I can't say no to myself. And now I've ruined this fantasy, too?—"

"Shhh," Prince whispers above me. I cling to his voice and his touch like a lifeline, slowly relaxing as he strokes his hand across my thigh in slow, gentle moves, like he really is lulling me to drift off again. "All life is a fantasy, Beauty. Just stay in it for me, and I'll give you what you need, my sleeping Beauty. You don't even have to talk to me. Just lie there and take it."

Fuuuck.

I can practically hear him smiling down at me through the darkness as he touches me so sweetly and says such filthy things…

And, just like that, we're back in the moment.

My body knows what to do. I let my breath out, sinking into the bed again as every muscle loosens at once. The excitement of the unknown is sweeping me straight off my feet and into unknown waters.

"That's it, my Beauty," he praises me in a soft murmur. "Good boy."

Something nudges against my entrance. I tense up with excitement and anticipation… but it's Prince's fingers again. He pushes them inside again, fingering me slowly and gently and ignoring whatever soft sounds slip from my throat.

I'm giving over my body and my pleasure to him until even time slips away.

The only thing that brings me back into the moment is the feeling of his fingers sliding out and the sound of foil ripping. Then, there's a blunt, thick heat against my entrance, and I bite the pillow as hard as I can.

Yes, yes—oh fuck! Yessss…!

The head of his cock pushes into the tight ring, stretching me open as my head spins. I've waited so long for this moment, and now all my deepest dreams are coming true at once.

It takes me a minute before I can take any more of his rock-hard arousal into me. It's so much bigger than his slender, meticulous fingers. But then I'm trembling, relaxing, breathing out into it.

"Relax, my Beauty. Sleep. It doesn't matter what you do. I'll still find a way to slip inside in the dead of night, and do everything you've ever dreamed of."

Holy fuck, holy fuck , holy fuck is that hot…!

My cock throbs steadily as I stifle my whimper, doing my best to relax around him as he pushes further and further inside.

"Just lie there and take it," Prince Charming whispers as he pushes his body into mine, splits me open, and makes it feel ten times as good as I imagined. "That's a good boy. Fuck," he groans. "So… fucking… tight…!"

Inch by inch, he sinks into me. I'm aching with the desire to buck into him, to press my back against his chest and squirm. This strange, dizzying heat is building inside me as every thrust makes the head of his cock slide across the spot inside that feels the very best.

I'm yielding to him as he fills me up, stretches me past bursting, further than I ever would have thought I could go.

It's so fucking good …!

I press my lips together to bite back my whimper as he sets into a real rhythm now. With every rock of his hips, my body falls under his spell—from my breathing to my heartbeat, I can't do anything but anticipate each surge of his hips as his hard dick fills me past bursting.

It's literally the hottest thing ever. Every inch of my skin is so fucking sensitive. The tiniest brush of his hand and I'm on fire, trying not to ripple and arch into his touch.

And Prince Charming is still taking it slow and steady, like he really is taking everything he wants while trying not to disturb me. It's almost too good, the truth of what's happening layered with the fantasy we're playing at...

This way, I don't have to want anything. He just gets to take it all, and there's not a single thing I can do about it.

And it's perfect.

I'm glowing with ecstasy. Tiny moans escape my throat, and he pretends not to hear them over the wet noises of our bodies slapping together in this slow tease of a rhythm. And I just can't believe I've gone from overstretched to needing it faster and harder.

Every time he pushes his whole length into me, his balls slap against my skin and my head whirls. Fuck, fuck, fuck , I can't stop myself much longer…! I'm baring my teeth, trembling under him. As I stretch out along the bed, he forces my thighs closed with his knees and keeps on pushing deep inside me.

Finally, he slams into me just hard enough that I can't stop myself. I throw my head back with the force of the delirious, ecstatic moan that seems to rip from my very throat.

"Mmmmngh…!"

And everything changes.

"Hello, there, Beauty," Prince growls, grabbing the hair at the back of my head as his pace speeds up. "I'm Prince Charming. Nice to meet you."

"Oh my fuck—oh my—fuck—fuuuuck…!" I cry out as he fucks me deep and rough. He slams into me and I cry out, trying to work my hands out from below the pillow.

But I can barely even reach behind myself before he grabs both wrists and pins them over my head. He covers my mouth with his other hand, and he just keeps on riding me hard and fast, like there isn't a second to lose.

"Nnngh!" I cry into his palm as my whole body tenses up. My eyes snap open, and I throw my weight back into him. All it does is force him deeper into me. I can't stop the stream of grunts and whimpers against his hand.

It feels so, so good…!

The waves of bliss are unstoppable, cresting higher and higher. I clench around his cock, and it doesn't even slow him down. His balls slap against my ass, his cock slams deep into me, and he keeps on driving into my body—using it for his own pleasure, taking everything he wants and leaving me helpless to my own pleasure.

" Oh, fuck. I'm going to—I'm actually—ohhhh, fuck…!" Every muscle in my body clenches tight, and my voice breaks into a hoarse scream, still muffled by his palm instead of the pillow. "Yes, yes… yeeees!"

My own wet, hot, sticky load spills all over the bed, my belly, everything. Every time I clamp down around him, he grunts, and my head just spins all the more. And then he lets go, wraps an arm around my chest, and grabs my hip with the other hand as he yanks out of me.

There's a moment's pause, and then…

"Yes!" Prince Charming groans through the darkness. Hot, sticky warmth spills across my lower back. I can't help whimpering with excitement even as the rolling waves of my own bliss finally begins to settle.

And, just like that, I can barely stay awake.

I mumble about laundry under my breath, and try to roll away from the wet spot. Prince grabs my hip and ignores my sound of protest, wiping me clean with a tissue before he lets me go.

Oh. That way I won't make a new wet spot. That's a good idea. "Chivalrous," I think I manage to say, but I'm not sure I got all the syllables in the right order.

Prince snorts with soft amusement. He tugs the pillow back under my head, and then with a rush of breath, he pushes himself to stand up. And before I can even moan with how much I miss the skin-to-skin contact, he puts a hand on my shoulder and squeezes with this gentle intimacy I've never felt before.

"Glad you left the window open?"

"Mmhmm." I smile sleepily into the darkness. "I'll do it again."

After a moment, Prince chuckles. "Is that an invitation?"

Yes yes yes…! All I can do is squirm excitedly against the bed until he laughs again.

"I did promise not to make you talk. I'll take that as a yes. But you have to let your prince give you orders, all right?"

"Mmhmm," I nod into the pillow, trying desperately to stay awake long enough to hear them.

"Good boy," Prince Charming murmurs. His hand moves to my hair, and he strokes my head once, softly, like he's untangling my curls. "Don't pleasure yourself until I return."

Holy shit.

"It may not be tomorrow night," Prince warns me. "Or even the next. Will you do that? Will you wait for me?"

I don't even have to hesitate and think about it. My prince has given me everything I wanted. So if he thinks it'll help… I'll do it.

I nod as hard as I can, only pausing long enough to stifle a yawn.

"Then leave the window open when you want me to return. Some night soon, I will." Prince rises to his feet as I smile sleepily into my pillow. "Sleep tight, Beauty. Sweet dreams."

For the first time in weeks, I don't even remember closing my eyes.