Today started out like any other day at the palace. I was woken up by Lucy, Anne had drawn a bath for me, and Mary was inspecting my flawless day dress for today, making sure there were no mistakes in the seams. The dress was yellow with pearls outlining the chest, drawing attention to my curves. That morning at breakfast, Maxon really seemed to notice. I'll be back to that in a minute though. Anyway, on the dress, the skirt was loose and flowing, stopping just above my knees. Maxon seemed to notice that too, but again, I'm getting ahead of myself. So there I was in my see through, pearly white nightgown, hemmed with black lace and my hair in a loose bun. I stumbled sleepily into the bathroom and right as I was about to shed my nightgown and take my hair out of the bun, a knock came at the door. I quickly looked in the mirror to make sure I looked okay, grabbed my robe, and rushed to the door. I quickly draped my robe over myself and swung open the door to find myself face to face with the one person I didn't want to see. "Aspen, I'm sorry but this isn't a good time. I don't want to get you in trouble, go back to your post." I mumbled, not looking him in the eye. He nodded and handed me a note. I watched him as he rushed back to his post at the gardens. I shut the door and quickly ripped the note without looking at it. I made sure the pieces were small enough that no one would ever be able to read them. I threw it in the trash and called over Anne, who was helping Mary and Lucy prepare my bath with rose petals and a sweet, vanilla scent. Luckily, they hadn't heard or seen Aspen. "Anne," I said sweetly, " my waste basket is getting quite full, would you please dispose of the contents properly?"
"But of course, Lady America," Anne replied, happy to do something for me.
"Thanks Anne." I once again draped my bathrobe on the bedpost and went to the bathroom where I started to strip out of my itchy nightgown when yet ANOTHER knock came at my door. I sighed in frustration as I quickly buttoned back up not quite all the way. As I grabbed my robe to cover up my unbuttoned buttons I couldn't quite reach, the door swung open.
"Hello my dear," Maxon teased flirtatiously. My maids peeked out from behind the bathroom door, blushing madly and curtsying, as I dismissed them with a wave of my hand. They ran out of the room giggling and whispering to each other.
"You know I hate it when you call me that," I shot back fumbling with the buttons as I cowered behind the closet door, making sure Maxon didn't notice my see through pajamas. I was so embarrassed but he had a look of fire in his eyes. He shut the door with his foot. He looked so sexy right now in his baggy plaid sweatpants and a very tight white t-shirt that I could easily make out his abs in. I wanted him so bad right now. And I could tell he wanted me too. He noticed the buttons and walked over.
"May I be of any help with that?" He asked teasingly. I could see his intentions clearly, but two could play at this game.
"Actually, yes," I replied. He locked the door and stepped forward. I could feel electricity in the air. I shivered with anticipation. I stepped out from behind the closet door, meeting him in the center of my room. "I was just about to take a bath. These darn buttons were giving me a hard time." I smirked, knowing he's not good with buttons.
"I think I can handle that situation." Even when hitting on me, he's always such a gentleman. I stepped even closer, turning around. I could feel his fingers tracing patterns on my back. He took a button between his fingers and pulled it through the loop. The button was bigger than he expected, and didn't go fully through the loop. He grunted in frustration, pulling a little harder this time. To his surprise, it slipped out through the silky material, exposing the cool air on my back. He moved down to the next one, and unbuttoned it with ease. This time it exposed part of my lace push-up bra. A chill went down my spine. He noticed, and kissed the back of my neck gently, warming my body. He stopped, and I turned around, wondering what had happened. I quickly fell under the spell of his chocolaty brown eyes, which were silently asking if it was okay to continue. I gave the slightest nod, pressing my lips together to suppress my smile. I turned around, letting him undress me even more. He had 3 buttons left. He was so ready to continue, he quickly pulled hard through the loop. Maxon continued with gathered courage, and pulled a little too hard. I heard a slight rip and a gasp. I turned around to see Maxon looking shocked, staring at a button. I giggled and pecked him on the cheek. I was smiling ear to ear.
"Maxon, it's okay! I hated this nightgown anyways. I have about a hundred more!" I whispered into his ear. I took the button from him and threw it across the room. "Please continue, I'd like to take my bath and be ready in time for breakfast at ten."It was around 8:00 A.M., and I was starting to get impatient. Maxon was clearly impatient too. He yanked on the last button, obviously wanting to rip this rag off. That's exactly what he did. He yanked a little too much, and the gown ripped in half, exposing me in only my see through bra and thong. Why I wore see through, I can't remember. I was a little tipsy from all that champagne the night before, I guess. I turned around to face Maxon, and he stared at my cleavage. I stood there bewildered. He was embarrassed.
"I- I- I- I did" He stuttered. I cut him off.
"MAXON!" I yelled in anger. What he didn't know was that this was a setup. I put my index finger on his chest and pushed him up against the bathroom door.
"America, you-" He tried to get out. That's when I kissed him passionately. I was in charge, and I wanted him to know. I pried his lips open with my lips, and I ravaged his mouth with my tongue. He didn't understand what was going on at first, but he now understood and started sinking into it. He and I both moaned in pleasure, but his was two times louder. His hands went to my ass and he hoisted me up, turning so I was against the door. He was in charge now. I started getting fed up, and paused. He didn't like this.
"Maxon, please listen. I have HAD IT with that tight shirt of yours!" I grabbed the bottom and pulled it over his head, revealing the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. I felt the tears coming, but then realized I was overreacting. But still. They were perfect, his 6 pack, chiseled to perfection. I started outlining the lines on his stomach. He noticed and started doing the same to my breasts. The perfect massage. My plan worked. But it was illegal to go any farther, so I decided to put an end to this because he developed a look of hunger in his eyes and reached behind me to my bra strap. I want this to go further, but realized it was wrong. But then again, he was the prince. He could do anything he wanted... I was thinking for too long, because I felt something loosen behind me. I realized, and decided, I should keep going. I quickly started to kiss him again, this time our tongues wrapping around each other. He was too occupied, so I reached behind me and latched my bra back on. I closed my eyes, soaking in this new feeling of love. True love. I took a glimpse at the clock and realized it was almost 9:25. I had to get into my bath, then my dress, then do my hair and makeup, so in an attempt to cool us down, I paused, but this had to go on. I kept going. Two more minutes, I told myself. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and squeezed his ass, in an attempt to get revenge. He liked this side of me. He turned around so I was in charge again. It had been 5 minutes, though. I sucked on his earlobe, and whispered something dirty. "I hope you like this, because we're only getting started. Come back tonight, and that ass will be squeezed so hard." He moaned in pleasure and whispered back, "It's my turn to host, come to my room, third floor, turn right, first door on the left." I laughed, "I know Maxon," I turned serious, "I'll be there. 7:36, be ready." I pushed him away, went into the bathroom for my bath, and purposely left the door open a peek when I fully stripped. I could feel his eyes on me like they were cameras, capturing everything. I didn't feel self-conscious though, I waned him to look; I wanted him to see. I knew he was watching, so I undressed towards the door, so he could see me fully nude. He burst through the door, "not knowing" I was fully exposed. He stepped closer, french-kissed me, and left without a word. See you tonight, Maxon.
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