I DON'T LIKE STUBBORN GIRLS

I heard the prince's order but I knew that I couldn't let him see my face. What would happen if he discovered that I had been secretly staring at him? I thought about different punishments that could be meted out to me. From whipping to being locked up in the royal prison, there were different punishments for intruders who got into the palace without approval.

The only thought that came to my mind was to run, yes, I wouldn't let him catch me no matter what. The guards at the door would not try to stop me since they saw me go in with the maid and before the prince would realize, I will be out of the palace.

This was my perfect plan and without thinking twice about it, I tried to run, however, someone caught my arm and I gasped in fright. I didn't even hear a sound, how did the prince catch up with me so quickly? Perhaps I didn't hear him walking towards me because I was a bundle of nerves.

I wriggled my arm to try and free it from his hold but he held on to it and spun me around so I could face him. I wished the ground would open up and swallow me at that moment. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the worst, however, I felt his finger caress my cheeks. For a moment, I thought my imagination was playing tricks on me. How could a noble prince like Bastian even bother to look at me?

My eyes instantly flung open and I stared at the prince in amazement. Saying that my body had begun to melt at this point would be an understatement.

My body shivered as the prince's insistent gaze was on me, his eyes never leaving my body. He was no longer holding the bottle of wine but I could perceive the smell of alcohol emanating from him. He moved much closer to me until we were barely an inch apart. "You look so beautiful," he breathed and I told myself that he was certainly drunk if he found me beautiful.

I thought of an excuse to give him if he asked why I was in the palace. I was going to tell him that I was Ivy's best friend and came up to look for her. Just when I thought he would ask me, he kissed me instead.

When I felt prince Bastian's lips on mine, a thousand volts of electricity shot through my body, and my legs buckled under. Just as I was about to fall, he caught me and lifted me off the ground. Carrying me bridal style, he proceeded toward his room.

Realizing that the prince was taking me to his room, my senses returned and I tried to protest. "My prince, please I came to see my friend Ivy. Please put me down, I want to go home. Your Highness, it's already late and I need to get a taxi, please let me go."

The prince turned a deaf ear to all my words and kept his face straight ahead as though he couldn't hear me. I began to struggle so he would drop me but he held me even more firmly. When he got to the door of his room, my eyes caught sight of a familiar figure and I became hopeful.

Ivy seemed to have run up the stairs as she struggled to catch her breath. She stared at me in horror and I whispered "help."

"Prince Bastian wait" Ivy screamed but he got into his room and locked the door.

I feared that the prince wanted to punish me for trespassing. I didn't know what exactly he had in mind but I couldn't deny that being carried in his arms was a dream come true. My heart jumped all over the place especially when I recalled that the prince had kissed me a few minutes ago. Everything felt so surreal. Could I be dreaming?

I had dreamt about a moment like this so many times but none of my dreams have been so vivid. If this was a dream then I had no intention of ever waking up. I wanted moments like this in my dreams but not in real life because I knew that the distance between me and prince Bastian was wider than the Pacific ocean.

He gently placed me on his king-sized bed and asked in a gentle voice, "what's your name?"

His voice seemed to have put me under a spell as I forgot all about my worries and replied, "Amelia or Amy."

He smiled at me, revealing his perfect dentition once again. "I don't like stubborn girls Amy, just follow my orders and I will make you happy, okay?"

I nodded foolishly and smiled back at him as he got on top of my body. Now I knew this was a dream and I was more than willing to enjoy it to the full.

His lips devoured mine once again lighting my body on fire and making me feel sensations I never thought possible.

His hand groped my breasts and despite the obstruction of my fabric, I felt the tips of my breasts hardening. He seemed quite skillful as he effortlessly slipped the sexy gown off my body.

He unhooked the straps of my bra and took off my underwear, all the while never letting go of my lips. He suddenly got off me and began to take off his clothes while I lay there naked like a statue, my face flushed as I tried to catch my breath.

He was right on top of me in no time and I could see his length dangling between my legs as he cupped my breasts. The feel of his tongue on my hardened tips sent shivers up my spine. I clutched the sheets desperately as I had never experienced a feeling so intense.

His hand moved to the curve between my legs and I felt him prodding the soft folds that led to my very core. He put his fingers there and I breathed in and out, my breath got caught in my throat as I held it for what felt like forever.

I closed my eyes briefly and opened them when he entered me. His breath mingled with mine and we became one like currents from far away, overlapping at the bottom of the sea.

It was more than a dream, much more than I had imagined and when he intensified his thrusts, I held on to him, my nails digging into his flesh, my heart and body accepting him fully as he fucked me to his heart's content.

When the passion was spent, my first thought was to get dressed and run out the door but nature took its course and I fell into a deep sleep from exhaustion, right beside my prince charming who was now soundly asleep.