I glance up at her. "Can’t I be affectionate?"
"Why do you want to be affectionate?"
"Something about you, Princess, makes me want to treat you like a queen in public, and a whore in my bed, and like my asset every other time in between."
Her gaze widens. "Is that supposed to be romantic?"
"I wasn’t trying to be romantic," I admit.
"But it’s the most surprising thing anyone has ever told me."
I slip my hand into my pocket and press down on the remote control.
She stiffens. Her gaze widens. Her shoulders tremble. "Was that—"
"It was." I depress the button on the remote control again, and keep it pressed. Her entire body jolts. She squeezes her thighs together, and her nipples harden into tight buttons of need. The blood rushes to my groin. Desire tightens my balls. My fingers tingle to cup her swelling breasts. To pinch her nipples, and tweak them and intensify her pleasure while I plunder her mouth and suck on her sweet tongue. Instead, I take my finger off the remote and reach for her panties. I hold them out and she steps into them. I drag them back up her legs and over her hips.
"So that’s it?" She blinks.
"You won’t go anywhere without my permission."
"Eh?" Her forehead scrunches. "So, I have to check with you before I venture out?"
"Is that a problem?" I glare at her.
She juts out her lower lip.
"Something you want to tell me, Princess?"
"What about work?"
"Adrian or Massimo will drive you there and back. Anything else?"
She opens her mouth and shuts it. Then shakes her head.
"Good, you may now wear your clothes."
I lean back and watch as she pulls on her bra, then searches around for her clothes. She fastens her skirt, then dangles her blouse from one finger. "You destroyed my blouse," she whines.
I shrug off my coat and offer it to her. She slips it on. It engulfs her completely and reaches her knees. I do up her buttons, and she frowns down at herself. "I look ridiculous."
"You look adorable."
And completely off-limits to anyone else, since she’s dressed in my clothes.
"Now what?" She pouts.
"I’ll drive you to work."
She gapes. "So, I wear this… this thing the whole time I’m at work?" She points down between her legs.
I nod.
"And what if you… if you…"
"Activate it while you’re at work?"
She nods.