The prince was pleased with the truth that flowed from her lips.  Tess could tell by the strength of his thrusts and the swelling of his cock.  It pleased her to please him.  That was her duty now - to please the prince, to make him happy.  Silly woman still thought she’d be able to do her job and save the people.  There was no hope of saving them if she couldn’t even save herself.<br/><br/>Tess had such grandiose plans for how she would bring these people to true salvation, how she would show them that this prince was evil, that this oracle was telling lies, that the two of them were in cahoots to deceive.  The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.  How surprising it was to arrive in this wonderful compound and discover a sweet little angel who very clearly needed help from a real doctor, not some charlatan.  A sweet little angel who needed a true friend.  All those plans flew out the window.  She would be Lotte’s friend.  Salvation would come through friendship, not truth.<br/><br/>Friendship was no longer an option.  Not as she kneeled before the man and participated in her own private ritual.  Not a ritual to bring salvation, a ritual to reveal her lies.<br/><br/>She relished in his touch as he petted her head.  The simplest brush of his fingers through her dark strands sent surges of pleasure down the curve of her spine.  Flushed and swollen lips parted to let her sounds of pleasure slip out along the floor.<br/><br/>His fingers were bruising.  She would wear the dark-colored marks proudly, bathed in the knowledge that Kell had chosen her much like John wore his scars from the Oracle proudly, petting and stroking them to completion more often than he’d admit.  Tess would fan her fingers over them later, trying to match her fingertips to the marks left by his much larger hand.  Pushing and pressing on them to relive the delicious pain.<br/><br/>A question.  He asked her a question.  Who did she work for?  Tess the toy swallowed thickly as she tried to think.  She knew the answer to this question, didn’t she?  Yes, she did!  She would be a good girl and answer.  “I work for the FBI.”  He rewarded her honesty with his handprint on her upturned rear end.  Another mark she would touch and caress in her room alone, tracing the outline marring her skin.<br/><br/>Every ounce of her attention was drawn to the sensation of his thumb and how it hooked her, catching her mind, body, and soul on its lure.  She would work for him.  She would do anything for him.  Knees drew up under her, back arching and curving in presentation to her prince. The onslaught of pleasure coursed through her, goosebumps pebbling her skin, her whimpers and pants painting the floor beneath her cheek.<br/><br/>“I am yours.”<br/><br/>“I am yours,” Charlotte whispered into the minute space between them as the kiss broke, her breath warm against his lips.  This was her prince.  Not Jarek, not Kell, not John.  Carlton was the prince to her captive princess.  He would rescue her from her gilded tower and whisk her away to safety.<br/><br/>Their eyes met, their faces close together in the dark.  His words were earnest and she loved him for that.  Jarek believed her.  Kell needed her.  John coveted her.  But Carlton loved her.  Delicate fingers slipped between their close together mouths, tracing his lips as he bared his soul to her, making promises of safety and strength.<br/><br/>And then she kissed him.<br/><br/>Her breath caught and hitched as she pressed herself into him.  Sweet Charlotte and her first true kisses.  A warmth coiled in the pit of her stomach, a surge of something she’d never felt before.  Each rapid beat of her heart pushed that warmth through her body.  It was so different than what she’d felt with Kell.  This was a feeling she never wanted to end.<br/><br/>Dainty fingers slipped into his hands, clasping them tightly.  “I could never be afraid if I know I have you to protect me.  But,” she paused, her eyes searching his, hesitation in her voice, “I don’t want to go back in that house.  Not tonight.  Will you take me somewhere?”