Master of Minds, Master of Me

“Your Highness! Stop!”

I just look at her. She looks even more stunning there than I imagined. Perfect pretty flower.

“Why would I?” I say with a smirk.

“You said you would convince me to stay by your side. Do you really think that constantly deceiving me by pretending to be someone else is going to do that? Or those sick visions you torment me with every day and night? I feel like going insane because of you.”

I keep my gaze on her while letting my hands travel along her legs.

“You brought this upon yourself. If you had just kept your promise and come to see me, I would have convinced you with other methods.”

I slip my hands under her dress. I let tiny sparks of electricity trickle from my fingers as I touch her bare skin. She flinches and closes her thighs.

“But you left me no other choice than to keep playing games with you. It’s starting to be quite addicting actually.”

“Addicting?”

“The thrill of how long it takes for you to realize it’s me.”

“You are insane.”

That’s quite obvious, so I decide to ignore her sentence.

“I guess this is a better way eventually.”

“Why?”

I start to glide my hands up her legs; she just squeezes them together more tightly.

“Because when you finally fall for me, you will have fallen knowing my darker side.” I tilt my head, grinning at her while my fingers near her panties. “And a naughty flower like you might even enjoy it.”

She averts her gaze. “I don’t.”

There definitely was a moment of hesitation. She might not like the fact that she enjoys things rougher. But I don’t care what she thinks. Her body’s answer is louder than her words.

“So why do you always grow still when I touch you? Why do you let me touch you so easily?”

I slide my fingers gently over her panties, and her lips part, a silent sigh escaping them. I grab her thighs and force her legs open. A soft cascade of uneven notes spills beneath her as I move her legs. Her eyes move back to meet my gaze. She doesn’t answer. I slide my hand back to caress her gently over the thin fabric. She nudges herself closer to me, causing a few notes to break the silence around us again.

“Feeling too shy to answer?”

She just averts her gaze.

“Well, how about we make a deal?”

“I don’t have good experiences with making deals with you, Your Highness.”

I can’t help but chuckle lowly. “At least listen to my suggestion first.”

I put more pressure, rubbing her over her panties, making her body squirm against me.

“If you answer my next question honestly, I promise I won’t try to convince you to be my Queen.”

Her eyes snap to mine, looking rather surprised.

“Really?”

“Really.”

She narrows her eyes. “Tell me the question first. I will decide after that whether to take the deal or not.”

“Playing it that safe?” I chuckle. “Since I’m such a gentleman, I’ll tell you my question first.”

I lift her right leg on my shoulder and kiss it gently while keeping my eyes on hers. She visibly gulps. My weak pretty flower.

“I want you to tell me why you suddenly decided that you don’t want to see me anymore.”

She turns her head, clearly contemplating whether to answer or not. I try my best to wait patiently. But I’m not a patient man, so I keep gliding my mouth closer to her core. She smells so divine. I just want to sink myself into her. Just as I’m an inch away from my destination, I withdraw, and she lets out a sigh.

“So, my pretty flower, are you going to accept my deal?”

She nods. My heart beats a little louder. I’m honestly a little scared to know the answer. Did I really scare and hurt her too much with my actions? But she honestly seemed to enjoy everything I did. Or at least her body did. Or does she just think I’m too annoying? I need to know what I need to change in myself to make her happy in the future.

I stare at her, waiting for an answer. I spot her cheeks flush lightly. Why? Why would her cheeks flush while telling the reason she doesn’t want to see me? She stays silent, and my patience runs low.

“I need you to open that pretty little mouth of yours, or I will withdraw my deal,” I push her.

“I just…”

“You just?”

“I’m just afraid that…”

My chest tightens, and not in a good way. It hurts. So she really is afraid of me? I’m not sure how I can contain myself with her in the future. What I’ve done to her is mild compared to what I want to do. If she’s already scared now, I really need to learn to suppress my urges with her.

I really have screwed everything up, big time. My first love, and I’ve made her afraid of me. Maybe I should have considered her inexperience more. I should have done better. But would that even have been possible? She drives me so crazy that I don’t know how I could ever contain myself with her.

Her silence drags on. I don’t need to hear the rest. I don’t even want to hear it. I feel my heart breaking, and the worst part is knowing it’s all my fault. She never did anything wrong. My only consolation is that I have the rest of our lives to repay her. To learn to be the perfect husband for her.

But maybe I need to withdraw for now. I feel my mind plummeting deeper into the darkness inside me. I withdraw my hands and get up and start walking toward the door.

“Where are you going?”

“You already gave me your answer. I need to go before you start being afraid of me even more.”

The keys let out a clatter of mismatched tones as she slides off the piano.

“I wasn’t going to say that I’m afraid of you.”

I halt. She isn’t afraid of me? The pain in my chest eases slightly. I’m about to turn to face her, but she stops me.

“Please don’t look at me, Your Highness. I might not be able to answer if you look at me. It’s too embarrassing.”

I’m not allowed to look at her? No chance. But I let her believe I won’t, creating an image of me still standing still, keeping my back to her. While I walk closer, watching her face.

“So if you’re not afraid of me, what are you afraid of?”

She lowers her gaze, fiddling with her fingers. So. Fucking. Cute.

“You really promise to stop trying to convince me to be a Queen if I tell you?”

“I promise.”

Since it’s clear I don’t have time to convince you anymore. The Selection is about to end. I’m just going to force her to be my Queen without the convincing part.

I know, I know. My deal is immoral since it won’t affect the outcome. Just another trick to make my pretty flower talk. But I didn’t exactly lie. I won’t try to convince her anymore. I’ll stay true to my words. It’s not my fault that she probably thinks that me stopping convincing her means that I will let her leave.

“I’m afraid that if I keep seeing you, I will fall for you.” Her voice is soft and low, like she’s revealing her biggest secret.

And I swear to God, my soul leaves my body for a moment, and all my organs shut down from the shock. In a good way.

She’s afraid of falling for me?

Irresistible Felix strikes again. Just a moment ago, I felt anxious and defeated, and now warmth floods my chest. Goddammit, I really am the happiest man in the world. I want to scoop her into my arms and kiss her, but I restrain myself.

“Why is that a bad thing?”

“I really can’t be a Queen. So I thought it would be better for us to separate before our feelings get too deep.”

I’m already so deep I can’t see the surface anymore. And I don't even want to. But don’t worry, pretty flower. I’ll drag you down with me.

“And why can’t you be a Queen?”

A moment of silence.

“I’m not someone who should be on the throne next to you. You know they’ll never pick me for the top three.”

An excuse, and she knows it. I feel it. I walk behind her and lean close, whispering by her ear.

“Well, it’s true you probably won’t be picked. Do you know why?”

She spins around, startled, then looks back at the illusion of me, then at me again.

“Why?”

I tilt my head, smirking.

“Because my naughty pretty flower faked her results.”

Her eyes widen in shock. So my hunch was right.

“No, I didn’t!”

Panic and confusion flare in her mind. Clearly a lie.

“You should either stop lying or get better at it, so it’s not so obvious.”

“’It doesn’t matter whether they are fake or not. They are enough to make sure I leave this place in two days.”

“True. The results are permanent.”

I slide my hands to her waist, and she steps back immediately.

“Your Highness. You promised you wouldn’t try to convince me anymore.”

I step closer; she steps back.

“Oh, I’m not going to convince you.”

“Then stop coming closer. Stop touching.”

“And why would I do that?”

“You promised—”

She bumps into the wall, and I cage her in, placing my hands on either side of her head.

“This has nothing to do with convincing you. I’m just enjoying your company. I didn’t promise not to touch you.”

Her shocked gaze turns into a glare. And goddammit, that makes my cock twitch.

“So your stupid deal was for nothing?!”

“Woah. No need to be angry. It’s not my fault you misinterpreted it.”

I let my right hand slide to her throat, curling my fingers around it. My blood boils. I want her so badly it drives me insane. But not yet. Two days.

Her eyes lock onto mine, lips parting. I crash my lips to hers, tasting her after far too long. Her anger melts; her body moulds to mine. She responds to every touch so easily, so eagerly.

If she thinks that she can still fall for me after all this, she clearly doesn’t mind me being rougher. I wonder how far I could go? How much could I do to her? How much could she take?

I’m just so fucking happy my worry for her being afraid of me was useless. I sense the heat and lust in her mind. She is like wax under my hands, begging me to just lift the hem and sink my fingers into her needy pussy. Such an obedient pretty flower.

I force our lips to part and take a couple of steps back. She slowly opens her eyes. Her button eyes looking rather confused. Her gaze slowly drops to a pretty obvious bulge in my pants, and her cheeks flush, and she just turns her gaze to the right.

“You know we have our private meeting tomorrow?” I ask.

She nods, thighs clenched. Probably still aching for my touch. I take a step closer and let my right hand glide over her stomach and land it over he pussy, giving the pressure she is clearly aching for. Her eyes snap to mine. She still keeps herself silent.

‘’You know, you make silence pretty seductive.’’

I lean to kiss her neck, and she immediately lifts her hand to my chest, clinging to my shirt and once again moulds herself against me. I love it so much when she is needy like this. Begging for it with her body. My dick agrees wholeheartedly.

But not yet. I want her to be aching and frustrated when Friday finally comes. So I whisper in her ear.

“See you tomorrow, Lo.”

I take a step back and make myself vanish from her sight. But stay to watch her. She again slowly opens her eyes, and I see the lust pouring out of them. She lets out a frustrated sigh and backs to lean against the wall, closing her eyes again. Soon, she lifts her hands to cover her face, the embarrassment flooding into her mind. She stays like that for a while, and I just keep watching her.

Finally, she drops her hands, shakes her head, and walks toward the piano, placing her hands gently on the keys. A heavy exhale. And then her soft music fills the air once again. The same song that I haven’t heard before.

Listening to her makes my chest burst with love.

Two days, and then I will make her my Queen.