Something more Personal...

Alice pursed her lips, looking at Roger for a moment before making her decision. Gold was powerful, there was no denying that. It forged empires and brought ruin, greasing trade and igniting wars. Unlike some greedy fools though, she saw gold for what it truly was: a tool. It was a means to an end, not an end in itself. The continued accumulation of wealth was only useful as long as she had need for it. After all, she had no desire to become similar to the guild masters of the merchants, sitting like a dragon atop of their horde that they refused to spend. To the princess, gold was only a stepping stone to be used to obtain what she truly desired: power. Rubbing the ring on her hand, she knew there was another way to get what she wanted, one that was a more direct display of the power she holds over the other gender.

As much as people wanted it to be true, money couldn't buy everything, and this young man sitting before her surely understood that. Does he realize that time with her is more precious than he realized? And that he was about to receive what most others would never ever even dream of?

From the outside, Roger didn't look that impressive. A thin, slight build that didn't exactly inspire confidence, and a lack of facial hair owing to his youth. A mop of light brown hair that spoke to his native heritage, and a pair of discerning green eyes that held a potent intellect. If he were in the streets instead of this office, most people would not spare him a second glance. Of course, Alice was not most people, and she saw within those shrewd eyes experience and competence that stretched far beyond her own. In a trade, she would never get the upper hand... which is exactly why she had to throw a curveball, hit him in his blind spot without giving him the chance to retaliate. And that weak spot? Women. A man of his caliber needed to put in incredible hours to justify such a meteoric rise. No doubt his sexual history amounted to just a few tavern wenches, if any at all.

Sliding the ring off her finger, Alice gave a disarming smile, and beckoned for him to lean over the table. As soon as he does, she lunges, taking advantage of his lack of precautions to grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him in and planting her lips against his. Clearly not expecting this, Roger's eyes bug out in surprise as his feet are dragged off the ground by the princess' pull. The idea of resistance barely popped into his head until all thoughts are blasted away by the sensation of her tongue pushing into his mouth, tasting all that he had to offer. By the time his brain can process what has happened, he found himself lying on his back, with the princess straddling his hips.

"What are- You can't just-" he stuttered, unable to even put his thoughts into words. Before he can even formulate a single sentence though, he can see Alice smirk down at him from above. Reaching into her dress, she tugged down her silken panties from her hip, stuffing it into his mouth despite his objections, silencing him as he groaned. Then, she ran a hand down his crotch, undoing his belt with the finesse of a lifetime of sewing and needlework. Finally, she pulled his pants and underwear down, exposing a cute, modest sized cock.

Roger was blushing from ear to ear now, but he made no attempt to actually fling Alice off his body, a sign to her that he wanted this more than he knew. "Relax. Most men would risk their lives for a fraction of what I'm offering you," she whispered as she started to slowly stroke his cock, getting it hard in no time at all. Her slender fingers gripped the shaft tightly, pumping with a vigor that showed off her own excitement as well.

"Well? Any more complaints?" She teased mercilessly as she toyed with his cock until the tip was moist with precum. Then, accelerating her pace, she went faster and harder, as though milking the orgasm out of the man. To Roger, a guy who's only ever been with one woman his entire life, this was both heaven and hell. Deep in his head, he knew he couldn't allow this to happen, that he would be ruined if word ever got out. But the bigger part of his brain wanted immediate gratification, and his cock agreed, twitching and throbbing beneath her grasp.

"No? Then I suppose I shall reward you," Alice murmured as she sensed his impending ejaculation. Skirting her body slightly to the side, she felt him shudder and shake as his cock exploded, a veritable shower of cum spraying onto his chest, the table, and her hands. Fortunately, she had managed to dodge the blast zone, but Roger will definitely be needing a shower after this. The exhausted young man lay limp for a moment before the cogs in his head began turning, and he suddenly leapt up, terror in his eyes.

"Consider that my collateral," Alice interrupted before he could say his piece, pointing to her panties still lodged in his mouth. "Do take good care of it until I return with my payment, yes?"