Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
“Show me your room, baby girl,” he whispers deeply.
I swallow, my head swimming as I grab his hand and yank him up the stairs. I know what I’m about to pull him into, and while the thought of him seeing what my room looks like is slightly embarrassing, the raw need for him to take me wins out.
We pause in the doorway, and the redness creeps into my face.
“Paul and Carrie, they…” I look at the floor. “I was eleven when I came to live with them, and they sort of…”
“You were a little girl,” he whispers, his arms circling me from behind.
The room hasn’t changed much over the years. Yes, I’ve put up some rock n’ roll posters, and there’s makeup and some other more “adult” things lying around the vanity, and the picture books on the shelves have been replaced by novels and textbooks and magazines.
Beyond that though? It still looks like, well, not much different than the room fit for a princess that I’d walked into when I came to stay here way back then. I guess subconsciously I never changed the color of the walls, or swapped out the big, white, four-poster bed, or exchanged the shimmering and gauzy silver chandelier out of some sort of nostalgia.
Carrie and Paul knew what my room back home had looked like, and they’d tried to mirror it as much as they could. Heck, they’d even added to it, until the room was like cartoon movie-princess version of the room I’d come from. I’d loved it, of course, and I guess I’ve never changed any of it as a subconscious way of remembering where I came from.
Of course, standing there now, with the much older, incredibly sexy man who I’m hell-bent on losing my virginity to in the next, say, ten minutes, I’m suddenly very aware of how dorky it must look to him.
…Or worse, creepy.
I laugh awkwardly.
“I guess I could have painted?” I swallow, looking at my feet. “Sorry. I’ve just been lazy about changing anything since I moved in. There’s a guest room down the hall—”
“It’s perfect,” he purrs into my ear, his hands slipping around my waist and pulling me tight. “It’s you — the real you, and I love it.”
“I know I’ve got this whole image that the people at Thornbull see me as—”
“It’s just for show, at school.” He turns me in his arms so that I’m facing him. He shrugs. “I get it, trust me. I was an outsider too. You show them all what you want to show them, to keep yourself safe.”
I bite my lip, nodding, and somehow falling for this man even more than I already have.
“I get that you’re not really the bad girl you like them to think you are,” he whispers gruffly, pulling me close. “And I like that,” he growls. “I like that underneath it all, you’re so innocent, and sweet, and pure. I like that underneath it, you’re a little princess.”
His eyes narrow, and I whimper as I feel his cock growing hard between us, pressing into me.
“I like that you’re my little princess.”
“And your bad girl?” I breathe, falling into him.
“Well that depends,” he purrs, like an animal, into my ear.
“On?”
“On how wet that tight little cunt of yours is. How wet the thought of letting your much older Headmaster claim you as his own, and fuck that sweet little pussy right here on your pristine white princess bed until you take every drop of his cum makes you.”
I moan, and before I know it, I’m throwing my arms around him and kissing him with everything I have.
“Very!” I gasp, mewling into his lips. He growls, his hands moving to my ass and squeezing me tight.
“Then let’s see how bad you can be, angel.”
I moan as he picks me up, my legs going around him as he carries me across the room to my bed. His shirt tears away, and I’m moaning as I run my hands over his bare, muscled chest. My fingers trace his tattoos, and I whimper as his fingers quickly pull away my shirt, and then my bra.
I can feel the raw heat pulsing through me as he kisses his way down my neck and across the small of my breasts. His lips find my nipples, and I moan softly as he sucks one into his mouth and swirls his tongue around it. He pushes my thighs apart, and his hand slowly makes it’s way between them. I moan as he strokes my pussy, running his fingers through my lips and rubbing my clit with his palm until his hand is slick from me.
He stands, growling as he brings it to his face and inhales.
“Fuck, angel,” he groans, his eyes flashing as they hold mine. He slowly licks his fingers, growling. “I don’t think you can even comprehend the power that perfect little pussy has over me. You are all I want — forever, and for always in this world.”