Taming My Prince Charming

By: J.S. Cooper



“I don’t want to date anyone.” He walked towards me purposefully. “I’m not in this to date anyone. I’m in it to—”

“I know what you’re going to say.” I cut him off and gasped as he picked me up. “What are you doing?”

“Carrying you to my bed.”

“Put me down.” I struggled against him, my hands beating against his muscular chest.

“Will do.” He dropped me on the bed and looked down at me for a second before lying down next to me. “Are you ready for me?” His fingers ran up to my heaving breasts and squeezed my nipple.

“Stop.” I pushed his hand away from me. “This is so not appropriate.”

“What’s not appropriate?” He sat up and pulled his shirt off. I stared at his naked chest and the sprinkles of hair covering his pecs. He reached over to me and I felt his fingers pulling up my shirt. I lay there without stopping him. I knew that I should say no, but I wanted him to touch me. My body craved his touch as my parched throat craved water. “We should go shopping.” He said as he stared down at me. “Sit up, so I can take your bra off.” He commanded me and I frowned.

“What are you talking about?” I frowned at him. “Why should we go shopping?”

“It looks like you don’t have many clothes? I think you’ve been wearing the same bra every time I’ve seen you. And frankly, it’s not the sexiest bra, I’ve ever seen.”

“Excuse me?” My jaw dropped as his fingers slipped inside of my bra and played with my nipples. I squirmed on the bed as he teased my hardening nipples.

“I’m happy to buy you nice things. It will work out for both of us. I’d like to see you in a bra that —”

“I don’t care what you want to see.” I pushed his arm away from me and sat up and jumped off of the bed. “Every time, I say to myself, just give him a chance, he’s not such a jerk, you say something that reminds me that you’re a bigger jerk than I even gave you credit for.”

“I’m a jerk because I want to buy you pretty things.”

“You’re a jerk because that comment implies that my things aren’t pretty.”

“I’m not implying anything.” He jumped up and ran his hands through his hair. “I’m telling you that your bra is ugly and your clothes aren’t doing much to accentuate the beauty of your body. Your clothes should hug your body like a second skin, right now they cling onto you like a tick clings onto a dog whose blood it’s sucking.”

“What?” I shook my head and paused. “What are you talking about? You’re calling my clothes a tick?”

“Whatever you took from that is your issue.” He grabbed my waist and pulled me towards him. “Now, be quiet.” His fingers deftly unclasped my bra and he yanked it off of my body. His lips fell to my breast and he took my nipple into his mouth and sucked on it gently before nipping at it with his teeth.

“Ow.” I cried out as his teeth bit down harder. “What are you doing?”

“I’m showing you that I can give you pleasure and pain.” He looked up at me with teasing eyes. “Ultimately, I want to give you pleasure, but I will go through whatever modes of transport that I need to, to get you there.”

“I think not, I don’t want. Oh.” I cried out as his hand grabbed my other breast and his fingers squeezed my other nipple gently as he nibbled on the other one. It felt like the sweetest sort of pleasure and I could feel my panties growing wet.

“You don’t want what?” He grinned as he pulled away from me and then looked at his watch. “We should shower now. Dinner will be served soon.”

“Is that shower as in, we both shower or by ourselves?” I bent down and grabbed my bra as I spoke. I didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t know what to think either. I figured there was no point in lying to myself. I liked Xavier, I was attracted to him, and I did want to be with him. However, I didn’t really know what that meant in the scheme of things. What did he really want from me? Who did he see me as? I wasn’t stupid enough to believe that he liked me as a fiancée. I knew that he wasn’t secretly pining over wanting to be with me. But what happened after a week? What happened when we had a week of fun and everyone realized that I wasn’t really his fiancée? How would I feel if he discarded me like a piece of trash? I could lie to myself and tell myself I would be fine, but I wasn’t so sure. I’d come into all of this with an idea and a plan and now I wasn’t so sure if I really knew what I’d gotten myself into.

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