Damaged ♡ Lashton ✔

Chapter 19

"Ash?" I'm lying on the floor in his spare bedroom, which he converted into an office, attempting to do my homework while he sits at his desk and goes through some paperwork. He hums in acknowledgment as he types something into his computer and I chew on my lip. "Why do you call me 'Princess'?" I ask, shuffling around until I'm sitting upright with my legs crossed. He glances over at me and raises an eyebrow.

:"Do you not like it when I call you that?" he asks, tilting his head to the side slightly while he observes me. My eyes widen and I immediately shake my head.

"No, I love it! It makes my tummy feel funny," I admit with a light blush which makes him smile softly in return. "I was just curious as to why you use princess instead of prince, since... well, you know... I have a dick and all." He laughs and leans back in his chair, turning slightly to give me his full attention.

"I'm very aware of the fact that you have a penis," he says with a snicker and I blush further as I throw a pencil at him which he catches, much to my amazement. He laughs some more and pats his lap, pushing his chair away from his desk. I immediately jump up and climb into his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck while he wraps one around my waist and rests the other one over my legs. "Honestly, I'm not sure, it just sort of happened. I don't usually put thought into pet names, they just kind of flow depending on the person. I guess something about you made me think of royalty," he kisses my cheek and I blush further with a bright smile, "but there's also something... delicate, for lack of a better word, about you."

"So I remind you of a girl?" I ask with a raised eyebrow and he rolls his eyes, smacking my thigh lightly.

"That's not what I meant, and you know it. You do have some... mildly feminine features, but you definitely don't remind me of a girl. You're just so cute and sweet, and you remind me of a lover, not a fighter. In my mind, I relate 'prince' to hot tempered, bratty, and more in line with a knight. A princess on the other hand is more gentle, caring, and understanding, and that just makes me think of you. I'm not saying that that's the way princes and princesses actually are, that's just the way my mind correlates the two words."

"So..." I trail off while I think over his answer and tilt my head curiously. "Your ex was a brat, then?" I ask, remembering the title 'Little Prince' on the initial list of rules he gave me.

"Oh, you have no idea," he chuckles, shaking his head.

"What's his name?"

"Harry."

"What made him a brat?"

"So full of questions today, hm?" he teases, tickling my sides lightly. I squirm and giggle, swatting at his hands gently while he grins. "He just loved to break the rules. He enjoyed being punished, so he would push my buttons to get what he wanted. It was never malicious, always playful. He was also rather prone to temper tantrums when he was in little space, especially if he didn't get his way, so he spent a lot of time either in time out, writing lines, or over my knee," he explains and I bite my lip and squirm slightly at the 'over my knee' comment.

"What would you do if I broke rules?"

"Well, the only real rule we have is no coming or touching yourself without permission since the rest of the rules on that list were geared specifically for a little, and they're the only ones I'd ever implement since we're not in a 24/7 dynamic. Everything else is more... suggested guidelines, I suppose you could say." I raise an eyebrow and look at him pointedly.

"So what would you do if I broke the rules?"

"That depends." I huff in exasperation and gesture for him to continue. He snorts and shakes his head, biting my shoulder gently which makes me squeak and pout at him, rubbing the spot gently. "If you were to touch yourself without my permission, it would probably be spanking followed by orgasm denial. If you came without permission, I'd probably go the overstimulation route." My face flushes at the thought and I chew on my lip, looking down at my lap as I contemplate his response.