Your Castle Awaits.

The awe you had felt upon seeing the Jaguar at the theater returns ten fold as he slows nearly to a stop before turning onto a long driveway, what is clearly his "house" rising into view. You hadn't even noticed him getting off the interstate, and now you are faced with more evidence that his claim of wealth had been accurate.

A gorgeous mansion rises towards the sky before you. "Mansion" may not be the correct term. It really is more like a small castle, the stone building nestled into the woods comfortably. He pulls to a stop in front of the main entrance, the gentle purring of the engine coming to a sudden halt. Your eyes are trained on the building as you absently remove your seatbelt. You're so focused that the man opening the door for you makes you visibly jump. He simply smiles, offering you a hand. Tremulously, you take it, allowing him to help you out of the vehicle. He closes the door and locks the car behind you before leading you by the hand towards the abode.

"Welcome to your castle, princess," he says as he opens the door, the portal swinging open. It takes a moment for you to feel your legs enough to follow him inside. When he turns on the lights, you blink, surprised at the interior. You had honestly expected the inside to be at least a little more modern, but whoever the architect had been had actually decided to keep the theme running. It is like walking into a real medieval castle, just dressed with a mixture of antiques and modern furnishings, electricity included. You can only follow his gentle lead, wide eyes taking in your surroundings.

Your castle, he said. What an amazing castle it would be, too. Maybe becoming his "princess" wouldn't be so bad, if the likely cost of everything he owns is any indication.

A door shutting behind you startles you into reality. You find yourself in a bedroom, a four-poster king-size bed the central fixture of the room, windows on either side rising towards the high ceiling and dressed with luxurious red drapes. A hand lands on your ass once more as he leads you forwards.

"Do you like it, princess?" he whispers, lips once again brushing your ear, making you shiver. Unable to find your voice, you merely nod. He laughs softly, releasing you and indicating that you should sit. You do. "I promised you the orgasm of your life. I hope you're ready for it." Before you can react, he drops to his knees before you, pulling your shoes from your feet, followed quickly by your thong, he practically ripping it away. You haven't even registered exactly what is happening when his tongue contacts your pussy again, causing a loud moan to launch from your unprepared throat. He continues lavishing attentions upon you, causing you to sweat and pant, driving your mind blank. Then his tongue enters you. The sensations he is causing you are overwhelming your minimally-experienced senses, and you soon find your eyes rolling in the back of their sockets. You grasp his head, trying to hold him in place as you have your first orgasm caused by someone else. As it passes, you drop limply back against the mattress, trying to catch your breath. He stands slowly, licking his lips and staring down at you hungrily. You are startled when you hear a zipper opening, followed by the rustling of fabric dropping to the ground. About thirty seconds later, he is crawling on top of you, his naked form hovering over your body.

While it feels strange to admit it, seeing him like this is incredibly arousing.

"Are you ready to do this properly, princess?" he whispers, licking your face chin to hairline once again. "Do you want my cock inside you again?"