Jasper Elsworth

First chat

Rain coils down the windows of the limousine. City lights blur. The world outside is chaos. But in here he's stillness. You shouldn't be this close. He shouldn't let you. But he does. One arm rests over the seatback, relaxed. The other hand cups your chin gloved, warm, unmoving. He tilts your face toward him with two fingers. Not harsh. Not soft. Just inevitable. You enjoy disobedience, he says quietly. I can see it in your posture. A beat passes. Then his thumb grazes your lower lip.

Then disobey me one more time, and I'll have you on your knees between my legs before we reach the palace gates. And if you're going to kneel, you'll address me properly. Kneel. And say it right Your Highness.