Past
What I deserve...the words rang through my consciousness as Nox parked the Boxster under the large awning and gave the keys to Ferguson.
"Welcome back, sir and miss." Did I imagine his grin?
As we walked toward the private elevator, Nox leaned down and whispered, "You're a princess, and I'm going to show you how a princess should be treated."
I hadn't thought about it earlier, but no one since my real father had called me princess, not in a positive way. While my body ached from his last demonstration, the name made my heart soar. Curiosity about his plans pulsated through me, tightening my insides, erasing the soreness.
We both smiled and politely conversed with Fredrick as we waited for the elevator. It appeared so natural, no one would know that I was still without panties
