Prince Piercing(3)

He pressed a knee between my legs and started hiking up my skirt. When his other hand came between my legs and started stroking me through my panties, I could feel myself grow damp and I heard him let out a quiet moan into my mouth as he worked his fingers under the silk of my underwear to touch my flesh directly.

This was so wrong; anyone could walk in here and see us at any moment. This wasn't how a lady should be acting, and yet, I didn't care. I just didn't want him to stop touching me.

Rupert pulled back and looked at me for a minute, I felt momentarily rejected and wondered if this was all a game to him and he'd decided it was too easy and wasn't fun for him. I was about to lash out at him, feeling embarrassed and hurt when a slow smile spread on his face and he took my hand and pulled me down the barn hall. I could barely keep up with his long stride in my heels. He slid open a storage room off the back and pulled me inside. Locking the door from the inside, he turned to look down at me.

"I figured you might want a little bit of privacy." He told me and I stopped him when he went to take my jacket off.





Chapter 3


"Look, I'm not trying to lead you on, but we really shouldn't be doing this. I don't want to embarrass our parents, or cause a scandal. I won't lie that I find you insanely attractive, against my better judgment mind you. But our parent's deserve a chance to start their marriage with no blemishes on their reputation. Everything we do will be under scrutiny." I told him and sighed, turning slightly away from him, I felt myself hunch my shoulders forward defensively. I didn't want to walk away from him, but I was trying to force myself to do the right thing.

"Lara,' Rupert said his brows knitted together. He took a hold of my chin in his hand and pulled it up to look down into my face. "Whatever the two of us are feeling for each other, isn't just sexual frustration. If it was just sex, we could each go find a discrete partner and get it out of your systems."

"That's easy for you to say, you're a man, you can do a lot of things and get patted on the back where-as a woman has to be careful or she gets called nasty names for the same behavior." I shook my head, he probably wouldn't understand.

Rupert looked frustrated with me, and I almost felt bad for rejecting him. I felt like I was doing the right thing logically, but my body hated me, and my heart hurt. Stiff upper lip, as the saying goes. I tried to steel myself to walk away from him.

The problem was he stopped me. He grabbed a loop of rope off one of the saddles hanging on the wall and looped it over my wrists before I could even process what he was doing.

There was a ring in the ceiling and he threw the rope through it and tied it off, pulling my wrists above my head so I couldn't get away. Standing back he just stared at me, I wasn't sure if he was waiting to see if I'd get mad, or if he stood back because he was worried I'd kick him.

"Now Lara, now that you can't keep running away from me, listen to me for a minute. No, don't open your mouth and start talking. If you're talking, you can't listen." Rupert raised a brow at me and I snapped my mouth shut and sighed. I wasn't scared of him, and he wasn't hurting me. Although I did think the rope was over kill and had he been any other person in this world, I might have been offended.

This however was classic Rupert. If he didn't get what he wanted, he made it happen.

He took a step towards me and touched my cheek. He didn't molest me, although right now, with the rope chafing against my wrists, I found myself getting aroused. I'd never been tied up before, and we were in here all alone. My natural instinct was to close my eyes and just go with it, hoping he'd take control away from me and give me a reason to give in to all my desires for him.


"Lara, open your eyes and look at me." Rupert said quietly in a dominating tone that had me obeying him before I could stop myself. His eyes were dark and hungry and his fingers were stroking my cheek gently. I swallowed hard but didn't say anything at first.

He just stared at me and the longer I stood there, feeling like he was trying to look through me into my soul the more aroused and uncomfortable I got. It was an odd combination.

"What do you want Rupert? Untie me if you are just going to stand there staring at me." I hissed at him through my teeth.

"Then I will do something besides stand here and look at you," He said grinning slowly. I realized my mistake at my wording. I had consented to him keeping me tied up. Realizing in all of this, I was sort of egging him on, I had subconsciously pressed my cheek harder against his head and I had taken a step closer to him. I wasn't sure if I was ashamed by my behavior or shocked at how much he was turning me on and he hadn't even done anything to me yet.

He reached down and touched my knee. He worked his hand up slowly and I wound my hand around the rope to help hold myself up, he was making my knees weak the way he was touching my legs gently. He was massaging them from my knees to my hips. I had on stockings and garters under my outfit, to go with my pumps. When he found the zipper on the side of my skirt and pulled it down, I watched his eyes get darker as he slowly let it fall down my legs.

I stepped out of my skirt instinctively, not even caring anymore. We were isolated, alone; no one was going to bother us. If this was my one chance to give in to my desires for him, I'd take my afternoon of passion, and then walk away when it was over.

Making up my mind, I spread my legs a little further apart when he fingered one of the garters on my thigh.