Teasing in the car

The road to where Aaron wanted to take me was pretty quiet actually. To be honest, way too quiet. Quite the opposite of what I had imagined. Not that I wanted him jumping on me, but I didn't like his restraint. It didn't suit my plans.

I would have imagined, with his reputation as an asshole, that Aaron would try to do something particularly daring. But I have to admit now that he can be respectful at times. Or would it be that he behaves like that just with me and tries to curb his sexual urges?

I smiled, how cute. A shameless lecher who wants to play the saint?

We will have seen and heard all in this world.

If so, I will awaken his true nature here and now, in this car.

I looked up at Aaron who had been fidgeting all over the place like a flea. I smiled when our eyes met because immediately he looked away shyly. He sounded like a kid caught in the act and trying not to be teased.

It was strange and extremely different from his nature. Is that really how a proud, self-assured man like Aaron could end up when he has a crush on a woman?

I was told by Fancy what kind of womanizer he is, and he always broke the hearts of his victims by abandoning them after ripping off their virginity. So how did such an asshole come to this? Am I really that tempting?

It was starting to get fun.

I stared at him intently again and he looked down, his face flushed as he seemed to be struggling to breathe or swallow.

On Aaron's side, he didn't know what was happening to him. The intense gaze Mylène gave him made him feel uncomfortable. He knows that the women he always meets have been shy and reserved, constantly fleeing his gaze. Why did he have the impression that Mylène was trying to challenge him with her gaze by looking him straight in the eye without flinching? Why was he the one avoiding her gaze like a shy young lady? And above all, why did Mylène's eyes have this golden tint? It was unique and he had to admit that since their first meeting, it has always intrigued him. He has met so many women from all over the countries, as the second prince but above all, the only one capable of leading diplomatic discussions, his half-brother is a good-for-nothing spoiled by his mother. He had therefore traveled to many countries and he had never seen this. But afterward, it didn't matter to him, she was beautiful, desirable, and audacious; he even had the impression that she had great intelligence which made her different from the others. She had all the qualities to sit on the throne as queen. His queen.

He smiled before thinking about his plans to take the throne, he had gained little by little the power that would help him, and now he had already found his queen.

Perhaps, the Duke of Hosten who has always been neutral would finally take part in this succession struggle if his daughter is expected to be their future queen

It is obvious that with the support of this mysterious but powerful man, he would hold all the cards. The queen had tried so hard to get close to him, but the man was so cold and scary that she gave up. Maybe it's why she tried to push this asshole Frederick De Solsten to marry Gabrielle, even if she is just a stepchild of the duke, the bond could be made with Hosten. But if he has the duke's support first, with the reputation this man has, it is obvious that many nobles will be on his side.

But for now, he had decided not to dwell on it. He is with Mylène and wants to take advantage of her charming company.

This beautiful and damning company.

He was awakened from his thoughts when he felt a delicate hand on his thigh and froze feeling it move up to his crotch.

"Your Highness, are you feeling well?" Mylène had spoken in a small, shy, and soft voice as he felt electricity running through his body and concentrating particularly in his pants, at the level of his cock. He closed his eyes knowing that an erection was growing in his pants. He sighed wondering if he would have enough patience and restraint not to jump on Mylene and fuck her right now.

The soft and catchy voice of Mylène was necessary to carry him a little more toward the madness which was about to overwhelm him. He had to focus on her face to disregard the girl's hand which was almost brushing against his cock which was hardening a little too quickly for his liking.

" Are you doing well?" She called again and he wanted to cry.

No. He wanted to shout it at her but that would be rude so he gritted his teeth before sighing.

" Yes, I'm doing well." He replied in a shrill voice that was meant to be reassuring but he knew it had sounded wrong. He sighed deeply before seeing Mylène move slightly. She moved toward him, coming to stick her seductive chest on his forearm, her sinful hand between his legs lightly stroking his erection, he moaned despite himself.

"You're all red. And you seem to be in so much pain that you're moaning."

Aaron clenched his teeth and fists as he felt Mylène's fingers brush against his cock. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation before snapping them open. He looked at the innocent face of Mylène even if her gestures were frankly daring. It made him swallow, imagining himself doing lots of nasty things to her.

But he figured she didn't seem to realize what she was doing, or was he the one who wanted to think so? Whether she was really innocent or just playing him, he couldn't tell. Still, at that time, he was excited, really keen and he only wanted one thing, return Mylène to these seats, and straddle her violently.

But he also knew that it would hurt his chances of being loved by her, if he got to the point of forcing her she would hate him and there was no way about that.

"Your Highness…"

Her voice came to tickle his ear sending electric shocks all over his body. He thought he was driven crazy, he thought he was going mad with desire, but unfortunately, it seemed that even life was against him. The car passed on a stony road, the jolt was such that the shock shook the occupants of the car and in the inadvertent less of their gestures, Mylène thrust her hand deeper between his crotch, grabbing recklessly...or almost... his cock which was now more than sore in his pants.

"Ah~~" Aaron moaned uncontrollably as Mylène stood in front of him, her eyes glaring into his in a rather daring position. Indeed, she was almost on top of him, her chest glued to his chest and her hand still on his cock. He even felt like her thumb was rubbing against his erection. He tried to calm down.

"Sorry…" she said shyly accentuating Aaron's urge to kiss her already…shit he was going crazy.

For my part, I smiled at all the reactions of the man ... oh yes I had done it on purpose and would continue to do so to increase the need for this prince to have me, to be able to fuck me. Why was I doing this? It was easy. I want to make sure he only wants me and does whatever I ask him to do in the future.

A man led by his cock can be so easily manipulated especially if he is subjected to a desire, a sexual drive directed towards a single person, a single fantasy.

The human being is like this, as long as he does not satisfy his fantasy, even if I call it curiosity, he will do anything and everything to achieve his goal. And that's what I'm going to play on.

Aaron wants to fuck me so badly that he will do anything I tell him to do looking for a reward between my legs.

Coming back to the present, I looked down slightly at his erection gripped between my fingers. I had purposely left my fingers in place at the base of his cock, putting my little finger on his balls. I smiled, feeling myself fidgeting.

Aaron wanted to cry but faced with Mylène's innocent gaze he couldn't blame her. She was so cute and naive, he couldn't just pervert her by fucking her disrespectfully.

No, Mylène deserved him to take great care of her by covering her with love and attention the day when she would finally give herself to him.

She had nothing to do with all the women he had met, she deserved better and he would give it to her.

"My Lady?" He called her breathing heavily in a difficult exercise to calm down.

"Yes, your Highness?" Her always haunting voice made him smile.

"When we are alone, call me Aaron, my Lady."

"But it won't be fair that only I have the right to call you by your first name...so you too call me Mylène, please...Aaron"

Aaron blushed and feeling Mylene's fingers continue to rub against his erection, he removed Mylene's hand and put it to his lips, their eyes catching in an extremely erotic atmosphere.

"You are very handsome Aaron."

Mylène lowered her gaze while saying that she wanted to escape Aaron's eyes and he smiled, raising her face with his finger. She had to always keep her eyes on him, him, and only him.

"You are even more beautiful Mylène." He responded tenderly and moved closer to her, his face almost blending with hers.

Aaron was about to kiss me but I smiled having felt the car had stopped moving a long time ago. I looked up at Aaron who had closed his eyes gently stroking my face as I could feel his cool breath against my lips. He was well primed to press his lips against mine but I spoke, stopping all movement on his part.

"I think we have arrived."