Page 56 of I'm sorry, Princess
His words hang in the air, heavy and suffocating, and the way he looks at me, like he already knows the answer, makes my knees weak.
I try to leave again, turning toward the door, my hands trembling as I reach for the handle.
But I don’t make it.
Before I can take another step, he’s behind me in an instant, his body heat pressing into mine, surrounding me.
I try to push him away, my palms meeting the hard wall of his chest, but it’s like shoving a brick wall.
He grabs my arms with firm, unrelenting hands, securing them with an ease that makes my stomach drop.
My breath catches as he spins me, pushing me forward until my face meets the cool surface of the wall.
I can feel his breath hot against my ear, the tension between us so thick it’s suffocating.
“Lorenzo, please,” I whisper, my voice barely more than a plea.
He doesn’t hesitate. His hand slips into my panties, and I suck in a sharp breath as his fingers brush against me. I’m soaking, so freaking wet, and I feel him smile, his mouth close to my ear, his warm breath a cruel tease against my skin.
“You shouldn’t lie to me,” he murmurs darkly.
Then he slides a finger inside me, slow but deliberate. My body reacts instantly, arching toward him, a whimper escaping my lips before I can stop it. My moans spill out, soft, broken sounds I can’t control, as he pushes deeper. A second finger joins the first, stretching me just enough to send heat flooding through every nerve in my body. Histhumb finds my clit, circling it with just the right amount of pressure, and I swear I can’t breathe.
It’s been minutes, five, ten, an eternity, since he started working me with his fingers, and I’m trembling against him, helpless. The pleasure builds, relentless and sharp, until it crashes over me like a wave. My body convulses, and the first orgasm shatters through me.
I can’t stop the sounds, my screams, my cries, all raw and unfiltered. For a second, I hope the room is soundproof because there’s no way I can silence myself. I’ve never felt anything like this before.
I never even knew my body could feel this way. I lost my virginity when I was 21, back in university, and it was nothing like this. Back then, it was awkward and painful, leaving me cold and disinterested. I decided sex wasn’t for me, that I didn’t like it, that I couldn’t feel it the way other people seemed to.
But now, with him, it’s different.
With just his fingers, he’s unravelled me, left me gasping, begging for more. I can’t think straight, can’t even find my voice to stop the words spilling from my lips:
“Please, Lorenzo. I want you. I need you inside me.” And the worst part? I mean every single word.
“Good girl,” he praised, his voice dark and smooth, threading through the haze clouding my mind.
I barely had time to process his words, what had just happened, before he pushed inside me. My breath hitched sharply as he stretched me, his cock thick and unforgiving as my body struggled to accommodate his size. Inch by inch, he filled me, slow but deliberate, and I felt like I was unravelling with every movement. The pleasure came in waves, sharp and impossible to contain, building as he moved within me. His thrusts were slow but deep, each one deliberate, each one hard, hitting that spot that made myvision blur. I couldn’t hold it back, his name fell from my lips, a scream I couldn’t control, couldn’t silence.
“Lorenzo—”
I didn’t care where we were, didn’t care that I was supposed to be at work, that anyone might hear. All I could feel was him, filling me, owning me, the pleasure tearing through my body like a live wire. My hands clawed at him, searching for something, anything, to ground me as he pushed me higher, closer to breaking. And I didn’t want him to stop.
“Lorenzo, please, I can’t—”
The words fell from my lips in a breathless, desperate plea. I didn’t even know what I was begging for. My body trembled, overwhelmed by sensations it had never experienced before, unsure how to react.
“Please what, princess?” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, each word punctuated by a harder, faster thrust.
“Oh, Gosh, I need… I can’t, Lorenzo, please.”
I was spiralling, so close to the edge I couldn’t think straight. The tension coiled tight in my core; a pleasure so intense it felt like my body might shatter under the weight of it. I couldn’t hold on any longer, I was begging for release, something, anything, to save me from the overwhelming heat consuming me.
Suddenly, he grabbed me by the hair, his grip firm but controlled, and pushed me down onto the table. My hands flattened against the cool surface as he lifted me, his other hand sliding under my hips, raising me up to meet him. I gasped as he pushed deeper, each thrust harder, deeper, filling me completely until I couldn’t breathe. The hand in my hair anchored me, pulling my head down as my back arched under him, my body helpless against the intensity.
I moaned, loud, broken sounds spilling from my lips as he drove into me, relentless and precise, hitting that spotover and over that sent fire through my veins. I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, just feel.
It was too much, too good, and I was seconds from unravelling, completely at his mercy.
