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sincere desire to wear a diaper in front of a woman in six-inch heels. You never could tell with men, especially men who frequented S&M parlors.
Which brought an entirely different idea to mind. What if the prince were simply here for a routine session? Would she be able to provide her customary fare, knowing that Cindy and Frank and a dozen men were watching? After what had happened between her and Frank tonight, she didn’t know if she’d ever be able to go back to playing the Domme with any conviction. It felt too perfect and too oddly powerful to be the one not in control.
Or maybe it was just that it felt so good to be that person with Frank, to be with Frank, period. She’d never felt such an instant, powerful attraction to a man, and she had to admit she was more than happy that he had proved himself to be one of the good guys. And it wasn’t only the fact that he’d saved her life that made her heart feel strangely light, it was something else, a secret hope that she wasn’t quite ready to name.
“Hello, my dearest.”
She jumped at the sound of the oddly familiar voice and felt something in her throat take a dive into her stomach. King Robert was really here, and seeing him in the flesh, calling her “dearest”, was doing wonders for her ability to believe Cindy was correct in her judgments about him.
First of all, there was the fact that he’d decided against the diaper as a fashion statement. If he were here for a routine session, he wouldn’t have dared stay dressed in his dark jeans and white button-down shirt. And he certainly wouldn’t be carrying his long duster coat hung over his arm, would he? But maybe he was just concerned about the way he would look in the loincloth. He wasn’t the most manly specimen and
probably would have looked almost as ridiculous as Cindy had in the “one size fits all” swaddling.
Blast it, she just wished he’d hurry up and incriminate himself and put an end to her endless second-guessing. But instead, he just stood there, calmly surveying the room while she did her best not to look as nervous as she felt. Finally she couldn’t take it any more.
“Robert, what are you doing here?”
“It’s good to see you again too,” he said, the edges of his eyes crinkling in a smile that would have seemed friendly if she didn’t know him so well. “Though I would prefer the use of my title, if you wouldn’t mind.”
“Fine. Prince Robert, what are you doing here?” “I’m the king now, my sweet.”
My sweet?
“I don’t see how you could have missed the ten-day funeral festivities that were held in honor of my dear mother’s passing.” His tone was light and the steps he took toward the window casual, but the tension in his words was clear. Something was bothering Robert, something more than her usual lack of respect for his title or position.
“She was a wonderful woman, I was sorry to hear of your loss,” she said sincerely. The former queen had been wonderful, though a bit too ready to think the best of her louse of a son.
“It was far past time for her to step aside and allow me to ascend to my rightful place on the throne. Her death was as much a celebration as a time of mourning.”
“I thought Cindy was ungrateful, but even she had the decency to grieve her father’s death,” Edna said, her limited patience with the man already exhausted. “You disgust me, Robert. Now tell me why you’re here or get out.”
“Watch your mouth,” he said, the muscle in his jaw jumping though he didn’t turn to face her. Instead he took another step toward the window, eyes fixed on the city
lights, hands gripping his coat like a lifeline. He was definitely on edge, and Edna doubted it would take much more pushing to topple him over.
“This is my place of business, Robert. I don’t have to watch anything except my whip descending on your ass. If you’re here for a session, get back in the dressing room and get dressed appropriately. Otherwise,
Which brought an entirely different idea to mind. What if the prince were simply here for a routine session? Would she be able to provide her customary fare, knowing that Cindy and Frank and a dozen men were watching? After what had happened between her and Frank tonight, she didn’t know if she’d ever be able to go back to playing the Domme with any conviction. It felt too perfect and too oddly powerful to be the one not in control.
Or maybe it was just that it felt so good to be that person with Frank, to be with Frank, period. She’d never felt such an instant, powerful attraction to a man, and she had to admit she was more than happy that he had proved himself to be one of the good guys. And it wasn’t only the fact that he’d saved her life that made her heart feel strangely light, it was something else, a secret hope that she wasn’t quite ready to name.
“Hello, my dearest.”
She jumped at the sound of the oddly familiar voice and felt something in her throat take a dive into her stomach. King Robert was really here, and seeing him in the flesh, calling her “dearest”, was doing wonders for her ability to believe Cindy was correct in her judgments about him.
First of all, there was the fact that he’d decided against the diaper as a fashion statement. If he were here for a routine session, he wouldn’t have dared stay dressed in his dark jeans and white button-down shirt. And he certainly wouldn’t be carrying his long duster coat hung over his arm, would he? But maybe he was just concerned about the way he would look in the loincloth. He wasn’t the most manly specimen and
probably would have looked almost as ridiculous as Cindy had in the “one size fits all” swaddling.
Blast it, she just wished he’d hurry up and incriminate himself and put an end to her endless second-guessing. But instead, he just stood there, calmly surveying the room while she did her best not to look as nervous as she felt. Finally she couldn’t take it any more.
“Robert, what are you doing here?”
“It’s good to see you again too,” he said, the edges of his eyes crinkling in a smile that would have seemed friendly if she didn’t know him so well. “Though I would prefer the use of my title, if you wouldn’t mind.”
“Fine. Prince Robert, what are you doing here?” “I’m the king now, my sweet.”
My sweet?
“I don’t see how you could have missed the ten-day funeral festivities that were held in honor of my dear mother’s passing.” His tone was light and the steps he took toward the window casual, but the tension in his words was clear. Something was bothering Robert, something more than her usual lack of respect for his title or position.
“She was a wonderful woman, I was sorry to hear of your loss,” she said sincerely. The former queen had been wonderful, though a bit too ready to think the best of her louse of a son.
“It was far past time for her to step aside and allow me to ascend to my rightful place on the throne. Her death was as much a celebration as a time of mourning.”
“I thought Cindy was ungrateful, but even she had the decency to grieve her father’s death,” Edna said, her limited patience with the man already exhausted. “You disgust me, Robert. Now tell me why you’re here or get out.”
“Watch your mouth,” he said, the muscle in his jaw jumping though he didn’t turn to face her. Instead he took another step toward the window, eyes fixed on the city
lights, hands gripping his coat like a lifeline. He was definitely on edge, and Edna doubted it would take much more pushing to topple him over.
“This is my place of business, Robert. I don’t have to watch anything except my whip descending on your ass. If you’re here for a session, get back in the dressing room and get dressed appropriately. Otherwise,
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