K I A R A ' S P. O. V
I give myself over to him, fully. His hands run up my body, sliding across the taut silk. I wish he would rip it, just dig in his nails and say f**k it, so I would be bare.
Yet, he can't. Not yet.
For once he's the responsible one, and I'm forced to comply, to suffer in torment for the rest of the day in a tight dress with no way of reliving myself of the pent up tension.
"Who do you belong to?" He hums, sliding his hand up my neck, and then clasping firmly. My eyes wrench shut, and then quickly flutter open. I gasp at the sharp coldness of his hand, pressed against the burning scorch of my skin.
"You. I'm your Princess, your everything."
"Good girl." He growled, drawing me in closer by my neck. I could feel the tightness drawing in and in, coiling around
