A forbidden stare

Darius

The following day, the sunlight streamed in through my window and cast a bright rectangle onto my bed. My eyes hurt from squinting against the glare pouring into my room.

Fuck!

A wrathful scream escapes my throat as I see what has been done. Fury boils in my veins, and I can't help but question who dared commit such an offense against me. My jaw clenches in anger; these fucking so-called helpers know better than to open the curtains when I'm still asleep!

I scrambled out of bed, barely containing a guttural snarl as I rushed towards the bathroom. My hands trembled in anticipation as I prepared to start the shower, determined to quickly bathe before anyone could come in and offer to bathe me. But then I heard someone singing from outside, gentle yet strong, which made me pause in my tracks and toss away my resolve. I leaned against the wall and listened to the entrancing melody that filled the air.

Her voice was as high and sweet as the songs she sang, which brought a warm feeling to my heart and a stirring twitch between my legs. The closing of the shower door made her jump and stare right into my eyes. And there again, she stared straight at my cock. But then she cocked her head a little, blushed adorably, and looked back at me with soft eyes that seemed to reflect my soul. Then slowly, her eyes traveled back to my cock as if trying to understand what I'm having between my legs.

Then, like a fool, I stared at her as she tried to maybe drool or understand what she was seeing. Then she took off her headset, stared one last time, then my shaft, and spoke.

“I’m sorry, I didn't know His Highness was in the bathroom. Excuse me.” How innocent!

Her innocent words seemed to cut into my soul, each syllable filled with both confusion and a newfound appreciation of the sight before her. With a little bow, she took a few steps before I stopped her.

How daring!

“What’s your name?”

I asked And she stopped in her tracks, staring at me dead in the eye. There is something about this girl that just makes me wonder. Wasn't she told not to look at me, or was she daring me or something?

As the girl gazed at me, her eyes widened with fear. Her lips trembled, yet she managed to stand firm in front of me without backing away. No one had ever looked straight into my eyes before—not even the princesses from powerful nations. Yet this brave young lady dared to risk everything and held my gaze unflinchingly.

"Anastasia, my Lord." She broke eye contact and finally answered.

"Russian?" I asked my question without hesitating, not allowing her to break my courage. Without a hint of shame, I knew that my nakedness was on full display. Even in my vulnerability, I remained defiant, knowing she had seen me this way twice before.

Her eyes narrowed as she eyed my cock hungrily, or maybe it was just curiosity, her gaze darting between my eyes and my dick with a hint of excitement. Nope, it's confusion; she's confused. I am sure of it.

"No." I didn't push. Her ‘no' hung in the air as if it were waiting for something more, and I could tell that she yearned to know what I would do next.

My voice caught in my throat as I asked, "Ana, do you mind if I call you that?" A deep blush crept up her cheeks as she paused to think before finally answering with a barely audible whisper.

"No, my Lord." The air seemed to hang heavy between us, and I could sense the anticipation as she awaited my response.

"Haven't you seen a cock before?" She tried to stifle a laugh with her hand, but the sensation of elation bubbled up and out as she giggled like a child.

She paused, her breath hitching as she fought to keep the nervous giggle in her throat from becoming a hysterical one. She finally answered in a tiny whisper, her eyes darting around the room ashamedly, "I've only seen it in books. I've never seen it in real life."

"Is that why you always look at it the way you do? Because you've never seen one in real life." I had to ask because, God, she looks at it as if it's the most amazing thing she's ever seen in her life.

She gave a tight-lipped nod, her cheeks coloring like stained glass as I smirked and leaned against the shower glass to ask my question. My gaze holds hers captive, intent on her every reaction. She is frozen in place, with only the rise and fall of her chest betraying the turmoil within.

"Do you want to touch it?" My lips curl into a sly grin, trying to hide the undercurrent of menace burning beneath my skin. I remain stoic as I ask the question and watch her eyes widen in confusion.

The air around us thickens with tension, as if both of us are standing on the edge of a precipice, waiting for the slightest nudge to send us tumbling down into the abyss below.

A low rumble of laughter threatens to erupt from my throat, but I quickly stifle it, knowing that I have a reputation as the prince to maintain. I shouldn't be laughing with a maid, let alone be caught in such an incriminating position. I can barely contain myself; I'm almost gleeful that my suspicions about her were right and she had never seen a man's member before. The irony amuses me, and I revel in it until a cold wave of guilt crashes against my conscience. But then, I really want to know how a grown-up ass woman like her hasn't seen a cock before.

"How old are you?" I pressed. I shouldn't, but I am doing it anyway.

"18." My heart stopped as the words left her mouth. I felt like my entire life had ended at that moment. An unwanted terror washed over me with a sharp realization, piercing my skin like needles. She was only 18. My hands trembled as I stood there, feeling every ounce of shame and guilt for displaying my dick to someone so young. Oh God, what have I done?

She appears far too mature for someone so young; she looks like a fully grown woman of at least 23, but she's still barely 18. which, of course, explains why she hasn't seen a dick before. The innocence of youth lingers in her eyes, making it painfully clear she is far too young to understand the situation at hand.

I firmly held my gaze as I spoke, sharp and cutting through the air like a blade. "You may leave," I said, the finality in my voice like a death sentence. She bowed her head, unable to meet me in the eye, before quickly turning and leaving without another word.

Fuck!

What on earth is wrong with me?