Dressed in Lace
six.
Kathryn, love. Just the woman I wanted to see." The King smiles, standing in the center of the large, cement room.
"Your Majesty, it's so nice to see you once again." I lie.
You know I don't really like you, right?
"You were the one quoting Rihanna, if I'm not mistaken?" Luke asks, but I can tell by his tone he already knows the answer.
"Yes, sir." I answer, smiling falsely.
Still hate you.
"Now, love, do you know why you're here?" He continues.
So I can be your slave. Just like the rest.
"No, I do not." I lie, still lingering by the door.
He lets out the falsest chuckle. "Please, love, come closer. I'm not going to bite!"
No, but you will try to get into my pants, you horny, dumbass bitch. But, I obey and walk a few
meters closer to him.
"Perfect." He smiles, then asks, "Why do you think you're here?"
You're horny and want to bang me.That's why.
"You wanted to talk to me, so I came." I answer, lying still.
He laughs a bit. "Halfway, honey. I wanted to tell you that I enjoyed your presentation. And, I've chosen you to, hmm, work for me for the next year." The look on his face screams 'horny'.
"By 'work', you mean whenever you wanna get laid, I'm the woman you're calling." I snap.
He looks taken aback by my sassy statement, then comments,"Feisty one, I see." He then adds, "Well, Kathryn, I'll have you know that you won't be the only one."
Oh really? "That's great!" I say mockingly.
"You're not jealous?" He asks, looking a bit hurt. Oh, you're good, King Hemmings. Very good at acting like you care.
"Why should I be? I mean, your with different girls every year!" I snap, raising my voice and stepping closer.
He ignores my comment. "How about you sit down, Miss LaBelle."
"No." I say stubbornly.
"Sit." He says in a harsh tone that's laced with venom and lust. And, to my surprise, I listen. I sit in the chair where he sat when I came the first time.
"You know I'm a virgin, right?" I blurt, still trying to piss him off. "I won't be very good."
"You're like, what, 16 or 17, and you haven't had sex?" He says, trying to antagonize me. Before
I can correct him on my age, he continues. "Well, that's alright, honey. Because I'm going to teach you."
"Fine, have it your way, as always." I sneer. "And you wonder why half the world hates you."
He glares at me, hard. "Excuse me?"
"I said, and you wonder why half the world hates you! You are a despicable, inconsiderate asshole who only has girls, no, sluts falling for him because you're good in bed!" I say loudly.
Michael is going to be so proud of me for this.
"Really? Did you seriously just say that to the King of Sex?" He asks sternly. "I mean, it's kinda obvious they'll like me because I'm good at sex! I mean, God, Kathryn! They don't call me a Sex God for nothing!"
"Yes, yes I did say what I said. And I meant every word." I reply in a tone that's hard like stone.
"And I know it's obvious they'll like you for sex, because, as stated before, most of them are sluts."
He smirks, despite his angry look. "Now, Miss LaBelle, you know that you don't talk to the Kings that way, correct?"
Yes, but I talk to you that way.
"I do indeed, sir." I say.
"Then why did you do it? Not once, but a few times in the past few minutes?" He asks, once again using the venom/lust tone.
"Because, you were being a cocky, rude dick." I snap.
He chuckles for real this time. "Oh, Kathryn. My sweet, sweet Kathryn. You know you'll need to be punished for that." He says, his tone is purely lustful now.
"Go ahead! Throw me in the dungeon! I don't give a shit!" I say loudly, taking over all the unused venom from his previous tone.
It'll show what kind of monster you truly are!
"No, honey, this is something better. Much, much more cruel, yet much, much more enjoyable."
Luke smirks. "Close your eyes."
"N-" I begin protest.
"Close your eyes."
Surprisingly, I obey.
"Now, give me all control." He says. His hands go to my thighs. "Or the punishment will be harsher than intended."
Once again, I obey, but this time it's only because he's starting to turn me on.
This is actually pretty hot. And I'm pretty horny now.
"Now, Kathryn, you've been a bad girl." Luke says. His hand goes up my dress and grabs my
panties. "Is this punishment alright with you?" The lust isn't laced in his voice, it is his voice.
I hate him, but I'm so turned on right now that I can't say no. So, I moan a yes.
"Good." Luke says, pulling my panties down. He messes around down there with his finger a bit, getting me to moan.
"Oh, you like me now, yeah?" He asks cockily. "You know, you're wetter than Niagara Falls right now."
He keeps turning me on, so I moan. Again.
"Yes, baby. I know you enjoy this. Don't you?" He scoffs.
"Yes," I mutter shakily. His finger stops playing and slowly enters me, causing me to moan
again.
"Say, 'yes, Daddy'." Luke prods, starting to move his finger.
"Y-yes..d-daddy." I manage to say through my body's blinding pleasure.
So this is what my life is, folks. Calling the person I hate 'daddy' as he fingers me in my mother's dress. Lovely.
And the saddest part is, I can't fight back. I can only sit, moaning in pleasure as his finger moves in and out.
Before I can come undone, Luke stops and pulls his finger out. He leaves me close to the edge.
"This is the punishment, kitten." He whispers seductively in my ear. "You'll need to apologize for it to be over."
WHAT THE HELL, LUKE. THIS IS CRUEL. THIS IS ENJOYABLE. THIS IS BULLSHIT.
"I'm sorry! Now do something, please!" I almost scream. Why must he do this?
Because you've been a bad girl, according to him.
"No, baby, say 'I'm sorry, daddy'." Luke says. He's obviously enjoying this.
"I'm sorry, daddy!" I nearly scream. Being on edge is uncomfortable, almost painful.
"Again." Luke says, and I can tell from his tone that he's smirking.
"I'm sorry, daddy!" I say, longing for Luke's finger to finish me off.
His finger starts to play with me again. "And who's your daddy?"
"You," I moan in slight relief to the new found touch.
"Say, 'I love you, daddy', and I'll continue where I left off." Luke prods, his index finger playing at the entrance.
"I love you, daddy." I say quickly. He enters once again, but moving extremely slow.
This is exactly why I hate you, Hemmings. Exactly why I hate you.
"Faster," I moan.
"Say please."
"Faster, please."
"Yes, baby." He speeds up, getting me to moan in response.
"I-I'm..." I mumble shakily, trying to form a coherent sentence but failing miserably.
"That's right, baby." Luke says right as I come undone. He pulls his finger out and I sit with my head back, trembling and sweating.
"I'll wipe you up." He suggests, no, orders. "You're soaked."
"Yes, please." I pant, still weak from the recent events.
I finally open my eyes and look down at Luke as he wipes up the mess. He's biting his lip ring, which I'm just now noticing, carefully dabbing away the results of my punishment.
Okay, he does look hot when he does that. Like, 'Can you finger me again?' hot.
When he finishes, he throws the towel aside and pulls my panties back up. "So, I'll see you tomorrow at noon, for lesson one, yeah?"
"Yeah, I'll see you, I guess." I say, still a bit shaky. Okay, shaking so bad a stumble a bit when I stand, almost twisting my ankle in my heels.
He smiles in a mocking way. "Can you walk, babe?"
"Shut the hell up!" I say, walking towards the door. I leave a laughing Luke behind me.
"Your Majesty, it's so nice to see you once again." I lie.
You know I don't really like you, right?
"You were the one quoting Rihanna, if I'm not mistaken?" Luke asks, but I can tell by his tone he already knows the answer.
"Yes, sir." I answer, smiling falsely.
Still hate you.
"Now, love, do you know why you're here?" He continues.
So I can be your slave. Just like the rest.
"No, I do not." I lie, still lingering by the door.
He lets out the falsest chuckle. "Please, love, come closer. I'm not going to bite!"
No, but you will try to get into my pants, you horny, dumbass bitch. But, I obey and walk a few
meters closer to him.
"Perfect." He smiles, then asks, "Why do you think you're here?"
You're horny and want to bang me.That's why.
"You wanted to talk to me, so I came." I answer, lying still.
He laughs a bit. "Halfway, honey. I wanted to tell you that I enjoyed your presentation. And, I've chosen you to, hmm, work for me for the next year." The look on his face screams 'horny'.
"By 'work', you mean whenever you wanna get laid, I'm the woman you're calling." I snap.
He looks taken aback by my sassy statement, then comments,"Feisty one, I see." He then adds, "Well, Kathryn, I'll have you know that you won't be the only one."
Oh really? "That's great!" I say mockingly.
"You're not jealous?" He asks, looking a bit hurt. Oh, you're good, King Hemmings. Very good at acting like you care.
"Why should I be? I mean, your with different girls every year!" I snap, raising my voice and stepping closer.
He ignores my comment. "How about you sit down, Miss LaBelle."
"No." I say stubbornly.
"Sit." He says in a harsh tone that's laced with venom and lust. And, to my surprise, I listen. I sit in the chair where he sat when I came the first time.
"You know I'm a virgin, right?" I blurt, still trying to piss him off. "I won't be very good."
"You're like, what, 16 or 17, and you haven't had sex?" He says, trying to antagonize me. Before
I can correct him on my age, he continues. "Well, that's alright, honey. Because I'm going to teach you."
"Fine, have it your way, as always." I sneer. "And you wonder why half the world hates you."
He glares at me, hard. "Excuse me?"
"I said, and you wonder why half the world hates you! You are a despicable, inconsiderate asshole who only has girls, no, sluts falling for him because you're good in bed!" I say loudly.
Michael is going to be so proud of me for this.
"Really? Did you seriously just say that to the King of Sex?" He asks sternly. "I mean, it's kinda obvious they'll like me because I'm good at sex! I mean, God, Kathryn! They don't call me a Sex God for nothing!"
"Yes, yes I did say what I said. And I meant every word." I reply in a tone that's hard like stone.
"And I know it's obvious they'll like you for sex, because, as stated before, most of them are sluts."
He smirks, despite his angry look. "Now, Miss LaBelle, you know that you don't talk to the Kings that way, correct?"
Yes, but I talk to you that way.
"I do indeed, sir." I say.
"Then why did you do it? Not once, but a few times in the past few minutes?" He asks, once again using the venom/lust tone.
"Because, you were being a cocky, rude dick." I snap.
He chuckles for real this time. "Oh, Kathryn. My sweet, sweet Kathryn. You know you'll need to be punished for that." He says, his tone is purely lustful now.
"Go ahead! Throw me in the dungeon! I don't give a shit!" I say loudly, taking over all the unused venom from his previous tone.
It'll show what kind of monster you truly are!
"No, honey, this is something better. Much, much more cruel, yet much, much more enjoyable."
Luke smirks. "Close your eyes."
"N-" I begin protest.
"Close your eyes."
Surprisingly, I obey.
"Now, give me all control." He says. His hands go to my thighs. "Or the punishment will be harsher than intended."
Once again, I obey, but this time it's only because he's starting to turn me on.
This is actually pretty hot. And I'm pretty horny now.
"Now, Kathryn, you've been a bad girl." Luke says. His hand goes up my dress and grabs my
panties. "Is this punishment alright with you?" The lust isn't laced in his voice, it is his voice.
I hate him, but I'm so turned on right now that I can't say no. So, I moan a yes.
"Good." Luke says, pulling my panties down. He messes around down there with his finger a bit, getting me to moan.
"Oh, you like me now, yeah?" He asks cockily. "You know, you're wetter than Niagara Falls right now."
He keeps turning me on, so I moan. Again.
"Yes, baby. I know you enjoy this. Don't you?" He scoffs.
"Yes," I mutter shakily. His finger stops playing and slowly enters me, causing me to moan
again.
"Say, 'yes, Daddy'." Luke prods, starting to move his finger.
"Y-yes..d-daddy." I manage to say through my body's blinding pleasure.
So this is what my life is, folks. Calling the person I hate 'daddy' as he fingers me in my mother's dress. Lovely.
And the saddest part is, I can't fight back. I can only sit, moaning in pleasure as his finger moves in and out.
Before I can come undone, Luke stops and pulls his finger out. He leaves me close to the edge.
"This is the punishment, kitten." He whispers seductively in my ear. "You'll need to apologize for it to be over."
WHAT THE HELL, LUKE. THIS IS CRUEL. THIS IS ENJOYABLE. THIS IS BULLSHIT.
"I'm sorry! Now do something, please!" I almost scream. Why must he do this?
Because you've been a bad girl, according to him.
"No, baby, say 'I'm sorry, daddy'." Luke says. He's obviously enjoying this.
"I'm sorry, daddy!" I nearly scream. Being on edge is uncomfortable, almost painful.
"Again." Luke says, and I can tell from his tone that he's smirking.
"I'm sorry, daddy!" I say, longing for Luke's finger to finish me off.
His finger starts to play with me again. "And who's your daddy?"
"You," I moan in slight relief to the new found touch.
"Say, 'I love you, daddy', and I'll continue where I left off." Luke prods, his index finger playing at the entrance.
"I love you, daddy." I say quickly. He enters once again, but moving extremely slow.
This is exactly why I hate you, Hemmings. Exactly why I hate you.
"Faster," I moan.
"Say please."
"Faster, please."
"Yes, baby." He speeds up, getting me to moan in response.
"I-I'm..." I mumble shakily, trying to form a coherent sentence but failing miserably.
"That's right, baby." Luke says right as I come undone. He pulls his finger out and I sit with my head back, trembling and sweating.
"I'll wipe you up." He suggests, no, orders. "You're soaked."
"Yes, please." I pant, still weak from the recent events.
I finally open my eyes and look down at Luke as he wipes up the mess. He's biting his lip ring, which I'm just now noticing, carefully dabbing away the results of my punishment.
Okay, he does look hot when he does that. Like, 'Can you finger me again?' hot.
When he finishes, he throws the towel aside and pulls my panties back up. "So, I'll see you tomorrow at noon, for lesson one, yeah?"
"Yeah, I'll see you, I guess." I say, still a bit shaky. Okay, shaking so bad a stumble a bit when I stand, almost twisting my ankle in my heels.
He smiles in a mocking way. "Can you walk, babe?"
"Shut the hell up!" I say, walking towards the door. I leave a laughing Luke behind me.
Notes
I couldn't wait to write this :) I'm such a perv.
Also, thank you for 11 votes! It means loads!
Enjoy, everyone.
@Vanessa bae
Soon, babe! I was on vacation in a pretty rural area and had to go to restaurants to get wifi, so I wasn't able to update!
7/12/15