27 Zara

27

Zara

It was the way he said it. Every time. Hayden called me and owned every part of me when he called me his own Princess slut. The way he played with my degradation and praise kink, touching me like I was his.

“Good girl.” I visibly shivered, almost panting for him to touch me when he made sure my legs stayed spread. “Play with yourself for me, Princess.”

I nodded, licking my lips when he pulled away. Sliding my hand between my legs, I watched him and slowly rubbed my clit, the stud piercing on it. It hurt a little, the type of pain that brought pleasure.

“Look at me, Princess,” Hayden whispered, closer to me than before. I was delighted to see him shirtless. His tattoo, his perfect tan, and his muscles were a feast for my eyes. The way his bulge formed a tent in his sweatpants made me rub faster, saying his name and shivering when my legs closed.

I cried out when his palm landed on my inner thigh. “Keep your legs spread, Princess.”

Biting my lip, I looked up at him, and my lip