I take control.

“Oh no, Angel.” I laugh easily as I reach behind my back and find her ankles. I may be old, but my hands and arms are toned from years of handywork around the house and more than strong enough to pry her legs apart and push them up until her knees are almost touching her tits. In this new position with Alison folded up like a Swiss army knife, I can fuck her even harder. I don't hold back; her soft gasps turn to cute little high-pitched squeaks with each hard thrust.

“Yeah, this feels good.” I gloat, “This feels real good, your highness.”

“You're hurting me, Sir.” Alison manages to get out when I pause for a moment to make sure I don't lose control too soon. “Please, not so rough. Remember I've never been with a man before.” I thought at first that I had gone too far, but when she adds that last part about 'never being with a man before' I knew she was just playing out her fantasy.

“Get used to it, Princess.” I whisper hoarsely. “Your tight little body belongs to me now.”

“Yes, when we're married, Sir, you can make love to me every night!”

“Why the fuck would I marry you now, Princess?” I catch her wrists and hold them down on either side of her head. “I'm gonna keep you as a hot little piece on the side while I look for a proper wife for a king.”

“No!” She wails and her legs start kicking wildly again. “Please, your Highness. You can't!” I cannot come close to describing how good it feels to be this deep inside her teenage pussy. The way I have her held down now puts me in complete control and her wiggles and jerks under me send waves of pleasure through my body. I know that I won't be able to last too much longer.

“I'm going to fuck you like this any time and in any way I like, Sweety.” I pause again, this time with my throbbing cock as deep as I can get it into her tight pussy. “I'm going to fill your belly with my bastard sons.” This final threat wakes something in Alison. (or is it the princess she is playing?)

“Oh no! I can't get pregnant.” I knew better than her, the risks we were taking, but at the same time this is an opportunity to add to the sense of power that I have over this innocent princess.

“I'll do what I want, your highness.” My pelvis grinds against Alison's and she moans loudly, partly in fear but with a good part of needy desire mixed in.

“Please, your Highness. I'm begging you!” I'm a little embarrassed to admit that it's this final plea that makes my self control break. I can feel my balls pulsing and know that I am just seconds away from blowing my load.

I have to pull out. I know it, but part of me wants to finish this act of subjugation. Even if I never ride her bareback again, she will always remember that I could hold her down and claim her fertile womb any time I want.