65. Princess to Whore

“Do you want to watch a movie together?”
Dakota's eyes heavy and dark, dripping with entrance, while I blink at him, absorbing the odd question fired at me.
“Um.. Okay. Cool.” I pretend to be normal, while my mind is whirling like a fidget spinner.
*Cool? WTF it’s not cool!*
*This is as weird as Catwoman-having-a-tail!*
“Eve, open the wine cabinet.” Dakota commands smoothly, and more smoothly, the locked cabinet’s door opens.
A click is being heard and with an effortless grace, he selects a lavish black bottle of wine with bright red cap.
His eyes meet mine. “Let’s go.”
*Go where?*
My gaze follow his tall as skyscraper height exiting the drawing room with the bottle and a glass. I pick the plate with muffins, being slightly puzzled, wondering where he is going when the TV is right in front of us.
Curiously, I trail behind Dakota as he leads the way upstairs. My mind juggles with thoughts, he didn’t even ask me what movie I want to see. Don’t tell me he was talking about porn videos? *FUCK!*
And why are we heading to my room, for a more comfortable movie experience, or for another violent act-on-bed?
But then he turns the direction of his steps and leads us to his.. *Bedroom!*
I watch him bewildered as he unlocks the door to his private room, a space he has always kept hidden from everyone. *Is he serious?*
“Coming in?” Dakota asks, holding the door open for me.
It feels like an invitation to explore what mystery he is and with a slight smile, I step in.
I forgot how empty and barren his room appears. I can never get over the horror I had felt seeing his room for the first time. Plain walls, devoid of any furniture or personal touch, with just a mattress left on the floor like a confined ward for psychotic patients.
*Plus, there is no TV! What the hell are we doing here?*
Dakota opens the door to his bathroom and my confusion only intensifies. Frown deepens on my forehead as I walk after him, stunned, when he carefully places the bottle of wine and the glass on the counter and retrieves a remote from the drawer.
With a press of button, the white screen in front of the bathtub lowers, replacing with a sleek black screen. *Mada-FOOK!*
*That’s a whole ass TV in here, right in his bathroom!*
Dakota then turns on the water in what looks like an Egyptian-style tub and drops in a dark purple bath-bomb. The water instantly start to fizz with bubbles and changes it’s the colour.
*Wait! Does he mean watching a movie in here? In the bathtub? Together?*
Before my brain could process, Dakota turns to face me. His eyes dark and expression unreadable as he lets his eyes wander over me.
“The dress looks good, but it has to go now.”
“What?” I almost gasp.
Cocking his head to the side, he utters a single word.
“Strip.”
He whispered so softly, so gently that my ears couldn’t believe it was his voice.
I blink at him, shocked and still in a daze, wondering did he really say that, or my mind is playing whisper games with me?
“What happened? Feeling shy?” Dakota teases, raising a brow at me.
“You have stripped in front of me so many times that it should be listed as a hobby in your resume.” He chuckles, removing his wallet and phone from his pocket.
I scoff. *This asshole!*
“I-” My witty comeback lost its way when I see him stripping instead.
Dakota unbuttons his shirt, one at a time, revealing his impressive built chest and those dangerous packed abs. He smoothly shrugs the shirt off his broad shoulders, then proceeds to lower his pants and brief, that too very easily.
He is so comfortable naked, just like an animal.
Whereas I couldn’t stop blushing and shaking and shying, unable to hide my coy reaction to his exposed physique.
Dakota climbs into his Egyptian-tub, artfully, like a Pharaoh himself. Water reaches to his chest, damping his nipples and those little hair as he settles down casually.
Pointing the remote at the screen, he presses a few buttons to set everything up and then turns his gaze at me. A playful smirk curve his lips as he asks me,
“Are you just going to stand there till the interval?”
I lick my lips for some moisture and divert my gaze from stark green eyes, which are boldly staring and waiting.
Uneasily, I untie the bow of my dress at the back of my neck and the dress slides down my skin effortlessly. As my panties follow, a wave of shyness washes over me.
With redness flushing my cheeks, I walk up to him and he plays the movie. Tingles run down my entire body as I climb into his spacious bathtub bashfully. I don’t care if he can see my ass or the hole, he has already seen everything!
Yet, I feel so shy.
I sheepishly bring back all the bubbles which floated away due to the waves created by my entrance. And when I gaze up, I almost scream, looking at the screen.
“OMG! It’s Aladdin. I love this movie.” I exhilarate in surprise at his choice of film, a Disney remake featuring Will Smith as Genie.
*I thought he was gonna play porn!*
“I figured out your mental age is around twelve, and thought you might enjoy this.” Dakota says, pouring himself a glass of wine.
“That’s rich, coming from someone who has seen more Disney movies than I have.” I comment, reaching for a muffin from the plate on the small table beside us.
“For educational purpose. Not entertainment.” He retorts, bringing the glass to his lips.
“Even adults watch them too, you know. That’s why they turned the animated movie into an actual one.” I argue, digging into my muffin.
“Adults who are childlike.” He counters, glancing down at me.
*This bish!*
“Then why are you watching it?” I shoot back, annoyed by his commentary.
Without a word, Dakota grabs the remote and with a flick of his finger, he switches the channel to National Geographic.
*“Dolphins are one of the most intelligent, cute and friendly creatures in the ocean. But they have dark sides also. And the shocking truth might change your perception of Dolphins.”*
Chucking the remote aside, Dakota takes a leisure sip from his wine glass while carefully watching the documentary of Dolphins as they cutely swim in the ocean.
*“During mating season, male Dolphins would form alliances, then rush to a female and proceed to beat her into submission to get her to mate with them.”*
I awkwardly watch the video of Dolphins playing vicious gang-bang at the bottom of the ocean, while Dakota watches it with interest.
*“Males often practice infanticide, where they would kill the young so that the previous genes would not pass on and they could mate with the mother.”*
I slowly turn my gaze towards Dakota, his eyes draw towards me, dark, intense, and unreadable.
I flutter my lashes at him cutely and politely request, “Aladdin, please!”