Labyrinth

Chapter 15

"No worries, Princess." Nathaniel smiles over to me, "Have you got anything coming up soon?"

"What do you mean?" I turn so that I'm facing him.

"Any plans with friends or anything? Doing anything with your twin?" He quickly glances at me before focusing back on the road.

I grimace before speaking, "I don't think so. She shouldn't be here for too long anyway." 

"Are you doing anything soon?" I turn it on him.

He thinks for a second, a small - almost unnoticeable - smirk pulls one side of his lips up, "I'm going on a date with this pretty woman."

That caught me off guard. My eyes widened slightly but as the realisation dawns on me that he's probably talking about me, a blush rises on my cheeks. "Oh, and where are you taking this 'pretty woman'?" 

I can't wipe the smile off of my face as I speak.

"Well, we're going to go to this beautiful place - almost as beautiful as her - and then I have something special planned." He vaguely explains, now sporting a wide grin.

"What do you have planned for her?" The curiosity is eating at me. I lean closer towards him.

"It would spoil it if I told you, Princess." He explains with mock sadness, the grin still plastered on his face.

I lean closer than before, my head almost resting in the crook of his neck, "Please," I beg in a soft desperate voice. Looking up through my eyelashes, I see his eyebrow twitch slightly and feel his Adam's apple move. Will he budge?

"Princess..." His voice now thick with warning, "Why don't you sit back in your seat like the good girl I know you are. You'll find out soon enough." His hands are clenched impossibly tighter on the steering wheel. His tone leaves no uncertainty, I won't find out no matter how much I tease and provoke him. 

Sighing I sit back in my seat, "You weren't calling me your good girl last night." I smirk.

The car stopped and when I look ahead, it's a red light. Nathaniel seizes this opportunity and grabs my throat; the soft stroking of his thumb contrasting his firm grip. "But you are our good girl, Princess. You may be a brat but we know you just crave to be our good girl, our slut. You only act out to get our attention. Isn't that right?" His voice drips with venomous sweetness.

I stay quiet, feeling my panties dampen further. Wasn't this meant to be a simple drive home? It's hard to gulp with his hand adorning my neck.

"Isn't that right, Princess?" He emphasises each word, hinting that he wants an answer.

If my skin wasn't already ablaze, it is now. "Y-yes, Sir." I shakily agree.

"I want to hear you say it." He leans into my neck and licks a strip just under my jaw, above his unmoving hand.

"I only- I crave to be y-your good girl." I quickly  tell him.

"Hmm..." He lingers in my neck, "Good girl," He whispers. 

With a kiss his head and hand leave my neck, allowing me to breathe again. I don't think I've ever cherished air as much as I have now. The feeling of his hand lingers, much to my satisfaction. The heat on my face also refuses to disappear.

When I've finally gathered myself as much as I can, I look out the window, we're near my flat. I didn't even realise we had started moving, bear in mind travel this far already. Although I'm exhausted I don't want to leave him. 

Inevitably, however, he parks just down the road from it. I look to where it is and dread walking in there.

"When will you pick me up?" I turn to him. The orange glow of the sunset lighting up his face.