Prince Piercing(6)

"We are going to miss the wedding." I told him. Okay, we had a couple hours, but I was worried about showing up all disheveled and embarrassing my Mum.

"No, we have time to talk. I'm not leaving unless you can tell me you don't love me." Rupert told me giving me a firm look. I opened my mouth to talk and he touched my shoulder and looked down at my face and I lost all train of thought. Telling him I didn't love him wouldn't come out between my lips and I just blinked at him.

While I couldn't admit I loved him yet either, that was closer to the truth then telling him I didn't. I was confused and I felt my brow knit up into an expression that had him tilting his head to look at me. I felt like he was trying to look into my soul and it made me a little uncomfortable. He had these eyes that didn't miss anything. He noticed every detail; it was probably why he was so good when it came to sex. He could pick up every little gasp and change, and here I was thinking about sex again. Bringing my hands up over my face I started to laugh. I couldn't help it.

"You need to go away Rupert. You are messing with my head. And my body. Just go away." I told him, but I knew I didn't sound very convincing. I didn't even convince myself that's what I wanted. He stood there staring at me and I pushed him. He stumbled back a couple steps and gave me a shocked expression. I don't think he was expecting my reaction.

"I don't think you really want me to do that Lara, I think you need a hug right now, and we will talk about this further. I won't let you leave without having a heart to heart about everything. This is more than just sex; I don't know why you don't want to admit it." He seemed genuinely confused by my behavior.


"If you touch me again, I'll bite you." I threatened him. Bringing my hands off my face I looked up at him. I didn't know why he made me behave so irrationally, so out of character, even childish at times. I embarrassed myself, it wasn't his fault. He somehow just brought all these parts of me out, and I didn't think it was always a good thing he got these kinds of extreme reactions. I was used to being cool, calm, collected. An Ice Queen, people had joked in the past.

He made me hot, and passionate, and around him, there was no ice. It was all fire.

"Lara, if you keep pushing me, and threatening to bite me, I'm either going to spank you, or tie you up again. So pick your next words carefully." He whispered to me, I knew he'd make good on his threat and I groaned inside my head. I could feel myself grow wet and it pushed buttons I was trying not get pushed.

"Get out." I told him and walked over to the bed. When he didn't move I picked up a pillow and threw it at him. I hit him straight in the face with it. Before I even had time to process what happened next, I was flat on my back on the bed with him pinning me down. His knee was jammed between my thighs and he had both wrists above my head.

"I warned you," He told me and put both my wrists into one hand. He was a lot stronger than I was and even though I tried to yank my wrists away, I couldn't. Glaring at him I wiggled my body against him trying to get free. "Go on, keep doing that, it's hot."

I froze. I realized that I'd been grinding my vagina against his thigh as I wiggled. I hadn't even been paying attention, but I'd left a wet spot on his jeans. I was so wet from him pinning me down that I'd gushed through my panties. My skirt had wedged up around my waist and the strap on the back of my neck had started to untie itself, I didn't have a bra on.

With his free hand he pulled the halter part of my dress down exposing my breasts to him.

"Even more beautiful than I imagined." He told me, and before I could respond he leaned down and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. I broke, in that moment I arched my back up against him.

I would hate myself later, but the way he felt against me, his hot mouth and that stupid tongue ring against my flesh, I was lost. I don't know why I couldn't control myself around him, or why he inspired me to do things to get him to react, all I could think about was him spanking me. I wanted him to do it.

He fondled my breasts with his tongue and mouth and his spare hand. His knee was still wedged against my vagina and he pressed it hard. I was rotating my hips as he sucked and licked my nipples subconsciously. I couldn't stop myself. Squeezing my breasts hard with his hand, he switched between the two of them, all the while pinning my wrists to the bed. I gave in to him, I let my body fly free with the passion he was creating in me and I closed my eyes.

He stopped kissing me for a moment and leaned over me; he stopped to look at me and then grinned. Turning me over he let go of my wrists and put my hand on my back, he pulled my ass into the air and pulled my panties down my thighs, leaving them there so my legs were semi-trapped. I moaned as he bit my ass cheek and then pressed kisses against the skin and worked his way down. When he licked between my cheeks, I tensed. I'd never had anyone do that before and when I clenched tight, he surprised me by slapping one of my ass cheeks hard. His other hand stayed on my back, pressing me down against the bed when I would have wiggled free.

"Relax Lara; I'm not going to hurt you." He told me and then worked his tongue against my skin and nibbled on my cheeks. He left another stinging handprint on my ass that had me gushing wetness against my thighs. I moaned loudly. He wasn't being fair, my ass burned like fire and my clit throbbed, aching for touch. I needed more. Relaxing and giving into his demands, I spread my legs as far as I could with my underwear wrapped around my thighs. Silk didn't stretch very far, and it was an effective hobble.