TIGERLILLY- THE BRAVO BOYS [book two]

Chapter FIFTY SIX

Frankie Xiao

With the supreme privilege and power of a goddess at my fingertips I point down to my bare feet, grinning playfully.. "Kiss them, Tiger.."

"Aye, princess.." Sitting on his folded knees, River bends dutifully forward as he bows down to follow my orders.. He is confidently obedient, like a soldier made to serve only me.. There is no weakness in his masculinity and no fear in his heart.. I get a heady rush from his attentive affection and a thrill from his compliance, I can't help but enjoy the control, it feeds that hunger in me that howls like a starved animal.. When he calls me pretty names like 'princess' and when he pours his gratitude over me I am whole and when he pleads with me to give into him, I am energised by the spirit of our love..

I adore the way he speaks, the melodic roll of his tongue and the words themselves.. I live for the way his shape moves and succumbs to my will, and I cherish his masochist vulnerability.. He is a giver.. Something about using up his mind and body for my own enjoyment makes me dizzy.. It is as if he were an enormous glass of whiskey and I had guzzled him whole.. Everything about him is a heavenly tribute, sacrificed to me, the goddess.. His Princess..

As he kisses the bridge of my left foot, I lift the right to step on the back of his neck, careful yet assertive, until a contented groan escapes his chest.. "Mmmh.."

"Whose perfect pet are you?" I tease, placing my faith in his trust.. River trusts me to hurt him the way he desires and to love him the way he deserves.. I can do both of those things.. I can be cruel and kind all at once.. I can be sweet and mean.. I can give him both pleasure and pain.

"Yours.. I belong to you!" He shudders and continues to kiss my foot, grazing his lips across my sensitive skin and panting with a warm ticklish breath.. "Please, Princess- Please, hurt me more.."

I step harder onto his neck, half my weight now balanced on his nape.. "Ooh- Such a good boy, I'll hurt you, River, but only if you promise to do exactly like I say.."

"Mmmh- Yessss.." He growls, unrestrained.. "I'll be yer' good boy.. I'll be whatever ye' tell me to be, Princess.."

"You are mine to hurt, mine to use, and mine to fuck.. Say it.." Leaning down I take a fistful of his hair to yank his head back and he gasps a sharp breath..

"I'm yours to hurt, yours to fuck!" He repeats my words and I can't contain the joy of hearing them as giggles bubble up to spill from my lips.. "Use me, baby.. Use me.."

The place between my thighs tingles as I reach across and run my fingernails down the scars that span his back, then down his vertebrae to where the cute little tattooed marmalade-cat on his butt grins at me.. "You're so beautiful when you worship me, River.. I want to make all your dreams come true, just like you do for me.. I want to show you how grateful I am.."

The Tiger groans from his place on the floor.. "Fuck- This is my dream.. Thank ye', Princess.. Thank ye' for lettin' me worship ye.."

"How hard should I hit you?" I kneel down now on his back and stretch out a hand to the coffee table where I select one of the travel magazines from the stack that sits there..

"Hit me hard- Real hard.. Bruise me if it pleases ye', baby.." River grunts, desperately starved for my cruelty as I climb up on his shoulders to sit, using him as a chair made of muscle while I take my time to roll up the magazine.. I twist the pages tight and dense, creating a kind of paper baton to beat him with..

"Hmmmm-" I hum curiously.. "What if I say no? You'd like that too, huh?"

"Yess-" He growls in frustrated delight.. "Shite- I'll like whatever ye' tell me to, Princess.."