[WARNING: ADULT CONTENT]
His dreams and waking moments had been filled with nothing but this woman. She endlessly plagued him, and he could easily see how she had become the Emperor's obsession.
His pull to her was a dangerous weakness that he had never experienced before, and it increasingly enraged him.
He could feel the wild romantic thoughts crowding his head even now; he could join her and be with her… he could protect her for the rest of her life… he could make her love him; that would really be something to be loved by this extraordinary woman…
He pushed those useless thoughts to the back of his head. He and his men would be dying a gruesome death at the hands of his Uncle in the blink of an eye if he followed any of those crazy desires to their inevitable dismal conclusion.
What he would do tonight, was get his fill of her, so he could put this fixation to bed, pun intended, once and for all, and end this addiction.
Just the thought of what he planned to do to her was giving him a raging hard-on, and at the same time increasing his temper at her unsettling hold on him.
He knew she had probably orchestrated the entire evening tonight, sucking him and his men into a perilous honey trap. Well, their plan might just boomerang back on them. These innocent little palace missies thought they could swindle the swindlers, did they? Let's see at the end of this night who had entrapped whom…
Alton pulled her into a room off the hallway he had clearly already scoped out, swinging her roughly into the space, then closing and locking the door behind him.
He was breathing heavily, like a bull about to charge.
Delphi tipped her head to the side and assessed the man, realising with alarm that he was building himself up to something big. The look in his eyes was ferocious. She had seen the Emperor look like that before, and it had never ended well for her.
"Commander," she said cautiously, trying to gentle him.
"Alton," he snapped.
"Alton," her hands were outstretched in a futile attempt to calm him down. "Is something wrong?"
"No," he gave her a mirthless grin. "Why would anything be wrong?"
"I don't know. You just seem to be a bit… angry? For no reason?"
"Who said I'm angry?" he looked cooly at her through hooded eyes. "What would I be angry about, woman?" he said mockingly.
"I have no idea. It just seems a bit that way."
She was becoming increasingly concerned. How could she honey trap him if he was furious at her?
"Don't presume to know me, little girl," he said with scorn.
His anger was sharpening itself into a white-hot point now, as she inadvertently poked his weak spots.
Delphi's anger flared in response to his tone. "Don't call me 'little girl', Prince. I won't put up with your sexist attitude. I don't have to."
"Is that so?" he mocked. "We're in this room together now, and the door is locked. No one can hear you. And I have the key. So I guess we'll see what you have to 'put up with', from me, won't we?"
Alarm bells were really going off in her head now. The normally cool, calm and collected man seemed half-crazed about something.
"Are you threatening me, Commander?"
"Only within the rules of the game Delphi, only within the rules…"
"Just remember to play by the rules, won't you? You do remember what they are?"
"Of course," he looked at her suggestively. "Fight and strip your opponent naked, then punish the loser, assuming they don't get faint-hearted and refuse the penalty."
Okay. God knows what he planned to do to her if he won.
She geared herself up to fight with everything she had. It would be much safer and in furtherance of their aims, if she set the punishment.
"Good," she nodded, "so long as you remember the rules. And try not to be a sore loser…"
His eyes lit up at that challenge.
Oops, she thought, not a good time to tease the man, Delphi. Try to be feminine and submissive for a change girl, she thought. Things will go easier on you. Remember your training…
There was no point prolonging the agony. Everything she said seemed to be inciting the man. She walked calmly over to the mats in the small gymnasium he had selected for them. Her movements were calm and unhurried, like an animal trainer working with a wild beast.
Unbeknownst to her, her 'wild beast' was watching her intently from behind, drinking in her hips and over-sized ass in her tight, short black dress and gold heels.
He let out a low growl, and she looked back in alarm, her long hair swishing over her shoulder with innocent seduction.
His exact thoughts were, 'if that seductress thinks she has any chance of beating me in this fight, she is beyond deluded'.
As she bent over to undo her high heels, she flashed her ass at him, covered only by a little strip of black fabric in the middle.
He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, grimacing as his cock became even more engorged.
"We both know you have a lovely ass, Miss Chastain. You don't need to flash it at me to try and distract me. I wouldn't recommend you 'poke the bear' too much more, unless you're ready to wear the consequences of your actions?"
She stood up quickly, looking at him in surprise.
"Sorry Commander… Alton. I didn't mean to flash you," she tried contrition.
"Don't keep playing with me woman," he said scornfully. "Just get ready to reap what you've sown."
He stripped down to his boxers and strode over to where she knelt, showing off his body.
The man oozed confidence. His muscles rippled, with bulging veins running across his rock-hard biceps and chest. His six-pack tapered down to a 'V' that she knew lead to a large cock, that was making its presence more than known already. She couldn't help but openly stare at the head of his cock, which had pushed its way through the buttoned fly of his shorts, or maybe undone the buttons by itself...
He raised a smouldering eyebrow at her.
"Have you quite finished looking Miss Chastain? Do you like what you see? It clearly likes you…"
She blushed and looked at his face, but that was a mistake, because his eyes looked like he wanted to devour her whole.
"I'll admit you do have a good body, Commander."
"Oh you'll admit that will you? You'll be admitting a whole lot more than that before I'm finished with you tonight," his gaze was smouldering.
He couldn't deny he was pleased that she liked what she saw.
Arrie's next song hit the speakers in the gym; "breakin' my back just to know your name, seventeen tracks and I've had it with this game".
Alton raised the corner of his mouth at the pounding song, that was an excellent fit for his mood.
Bloody Arrie strikes again, thought Delphi. That girl was like an evil little nurse running around smooshing a bucket of salt into her patients' wounds.
The commander started to circle her, like a shark that smelt blood in the water.
She gulped and settled her mind to the serious task at hand.
"Well, as you've politely said to me in the past, Miss Chastain, that was the extended foreplay and now it's time for a fuck."
"I'm pretty sure I said 'shag', Commander."
"Either way," he shrugged.