Lyon had nodded and smiled. "After it is. Do you have any idea what movie you'd like to watch or are you going to have me make this decision alone?" He chuckled softly and grinned. "If you leave it to me we'll be watching something I like, but I want to learn more about you. You said you liked Disney movies that one time, which is your favourite? I haven't really had the chance to watch many." He liked having her in his lap like that, and while he was sure that soon he'd have much more, he wanted to prolong this moment...it felt nice, they were coming to an agreement that he was very excited about and anxious about at the same time. What if he couldn't do it? What if his habits and proclivities were too much to change, to be this softer type of Dom that Iviana needed in order to make this work? It was a very real concern but Lyon wasn't going to give in without trying it, and hopefully he could get what he needed from it too.
Another name was difficult but he could see the problems with the one he'd chosen and he laughed softly. "Another name it is. Usually I would call my submissives 'pet,' but that doesn't seem like it would be one you'd enjoy either. I think 'princess' is common in this dynamic but...I'm sure you see the problem with that one here." He grinned. "I still like it, actually...princess...I think I could get used to that." She had a lot of problems with the things he'd suggested so he assumed she'd have a problem with that one too, probably because he was an actual prince but it was the best he had in the moment. He gave her a warm smile. "Don't worry, I understand. It's not meant as in you're an actual little girl though, it's meant...it doesn't matter. It's not a name for you then I won't use it, we will find the perfect fit." While this wasn't his dynamic, not really, it was something he at least had knowledge on but he wasn't sure he wanted to explain regression and little space then and there, not when they were just trying to figure things out. She could do her own research, learn what she wanted, what she liked, and they could revisit this topic. Right then he wanted to move on.
He kissed her lips. "Yes, that's it. When you use those words I'll stop, no matter what we are doing, so remember them. Don't use them lightly, a lot of it is exactly as you say, trust, trust in me and I'll push you, yes, but your limits, things you never want to do...those are safe. We can discuss them another time." They moved into his bedroom and he could feel his own excitement building. He knew what he wanted to do, it was a test of sorts, and for her he hoped it would be an awakening, some kind of exploration for her. Something simple, so he'd gotten out the cuffs and she had moved into position even if she was a little skeptical.
He slipped his arms around her waist as she sat between his legs and pulled her closer, right up against him and shook his head, laughing once more. "Shush. It might be uncomfortable, a little, but I'll do my best to alleviate that and it won't hurt, it won't be so tight that you can't move your arms or shoulders." He took one wrist and gently put the cuff in place, they were a soft, cushioned fabric on the inside so that they didn't hurt or rub the wrists raw, they were designed for prolonged use and very high quality. "I think you're overthinking if you think your shoulders will hurt...you'll be perfectly relaxed, laying against my chest, an hour, two hours...it's nothing, I'd be surprised if you felt any kind of ache at all." He cuffed her second wrist, the lock clicking into place and he gave them a gentle tug to make sure they couldn't slip off her wrists, then he pulled her back against him. "Like this, see? The only thing is, you're helpless now." He grinned and picked up the remote from his bedtime table, turning on the television and scrolling to the disney channel. With one hand he started to scroll through the movies, his other hand was now sliding down to her thigh, then higher, pulling the bottom of her dress slightly up as he rubbed her thigh close enough to tease a little. "You can't stop me from touching you, anywhere...and I admit my hands do like to wander." He kissed her shoulder gently. "Now what movie would you like to watch?" He waited for an answer then started the movie...his free arm curling around her waist to hold her still while the other started to wander, gentle little touches, letting her get used to the idea of being touched at all.
Shaking her head, Iviana smiled and wrinkled her nose at him playfully. “Is that so, Prince?” His formal title offered in a teasing voice. She actually liked princess but wasn’t quite ready to admit it. “I do see the problem,” she said and smiled again. “But it wouldn’t be said publicly, yes? So it shouldn't cause a problem.” Now when it came to a movie that was harder and she seemed to seriously consider. “Beauty and the beast or Tangled.” She decided finally, a small nod offered with her choice. Both were her favorites and if he’d not seen them, Iviana wanted to share them with him.
Comfort was offered when he confirmed she wasn’t a child and she exhaled, not knowing it would bother her so much. “I like the idea of the dynamic,” she offered, shy and unsure. “I can be forgetful for myself.” Iviana knew she was good at taking care of certain things, mostly things that needed to be done. When it came to caring for herself though? For some reason that was much harder. Food, water or meds, when she needed them, were forgotten and only remembered when she nearly passed out from hunger or got a headache so severe she needed to sleep.
Don’t use them lightly. It might be hard to not use them at first, when he pushed at her boundaries, but Iviana was determined to try her best. Stopping anytime she got uneasy wouldn’t help her learn about this lifestyle or if it was something she enjoyed. “Okay,” Her chin dipped in a nod and she she bit her lower lip. She’d not thought much about sexual things in such blunt terms before and it made her feel a touch uneasy, but she knew he’d help her and that? Well that made it easier.
Pouting some, she allowed him to bind her wrists behind her back with the soft leather cuffs, “Maybe,” Iviana hedged. He was likely right, in all honesty, but she’d never been restrained and something about that loss of movement made her anxious. Cuddled back against him, his warmth and scent washing over her she squirmed a little until she was comfortable and huffed out a little annoyed sound. “I don’t like the idea of being restrained.” She admitted to him. She knew she had a safe word and she didn’t use it, willing to try this.
His hands slipped along her body and rather than hating it, she found the small little touches nice. Wonder indeed. She snorted softly and shifted again until her head was on his shoulder, her face near his neck. Able to see the movie and oddly comfortable. “Maybe it isn’t so bad..” she offered in an almost resentful little pout. Nuzzling her nose against his neck she exhaled. “I already answered that, Isa.” She reminded him with a smile. “Or are you easily distracted?”
Lyon laughed softly and nodded. "Yes, that is so but we can go with it for now...and you think I won't say it in public?" He grinned at her, reaching up to brush her hair to the side as he looked her in the eyes. "I suppose maybe nobody else will hear it if you're lucky but I like doing things in public." He was mostly teasing her, he loved seeing her reactions especially since she wasn't like anybody he'd ever met...being a prince it was hard to get genuine reactions from people but Iviana was treating him just like he was anybody else. He nodded, noting down the two choices of movie as he helped her climb down from him and led her towards his room. He smiled at her admittance that she had trouble taking care of herself and he nodded. "I can understand that, princess..." He liked saying the word...something he'd had to say often in his time so far and usually had a different meaning in his world but for her, for them, something secret. He liked that a lot. He could tell she wasn't entirely comfortable with talking sexual things with him yet, in person, and that...that was okay. He wanted her...Lyon knew that, more than ever he wanted her but he could wait, he could be patient and he could take care of her first, an idea he would never have considered before. Leading her into his room he had helped her onto his bed and smiled as she protested being restrained, explained it to her that it wouldn't be so comfortable and she'd complied.
Having her helpless so close to him was tempting, he wanted to slip his hand beneath her dress, he wanted to rub against whatever panties she was wearing but instead he satisfied himself by teasing her, small little touches that never really went anywhere but got close to those sensitive zones, her thighs, her waist, just beneath her breasts. She settled back against him and he smirked as she admitted it wasn't so bad, wrapping his arms around her to cuddle her to his chest. "No? Hmm, it's almost like I was right isn't it, princess? Maybe you should listen to Daddy and accept that he knows these things?" There was a cocky smirking tone in his voice and a chuckle that followed the words and he laughed at her comment about being distracted as he grabbed the remote for the television. "You gave me a choice of two, I was wondering if you had narrowed it down a little, brat." Grinning he flicked through the movies and found one of the ones she had mentioned, Beauty and the Beast, and he started it up. "Of course I'm easily distracted...I warned you my hands like to wander didn't I?" His hand rode higher up her thigh, pulling her dress up completely for a moment, completely exposing her underwear though he didn't look and instead just hooked his thumb into the waistband. "And you're so beautiful, and helpless...who could resist?" He tugged gently with his thumb as though he would pull them down, then unhooked it and pulled her dress back down, kissing her neck just below her ear and growling softly. "Maybe later..."
As the movie played, he found himself watching it more than he had expected to. He could see some parallels already, maybe that had been why she'd selected it, the girl, Belle, willingly but kind of reluctantly putting herself into the prince's world...though in this case the prince was a monster. He found himself smiling, most of the movie played on while he had both arms wrapped around her, cuddling her like she was a stuffed toy sitting between his thighs. "Am I the beast in this scenario, princess? I don't have a fancy castle for you, but we can visit my father's soon if you like." More of the movie happened, he watched as the songs started and he grinned, enjoying the one sang by the candlestick as it set the table and he found he was very comfortable just holding her like this, it felt every bit as intimate as anything he'd done with the escorts he'd hired, as anything sexual, in fact it felt more so, this felt more intimate. Half way through the movie he whispered in her ear. "How are your shoulders, princess? Still comfortable? How does it feel being my prisoner?"
Did she? Honestly she didn’t know, but it felt like it would raise more questions than anything else. Iviana was far from a princess and he was a real, bonafide prince. “I just feel like it would make people dig more and it isn't as if royalty doesn’t have their own group of fans.” While she had never followed the royal families, all of them had a dedicated following. Hell, she had seen tiktok reels that went over the families and the drama. Sighing she shifted to the next subject knowing she’d would only freak herself out if she kept thinking about it.
Public? Her eyes narrowed and she frowned. “I feel like you say things that will make me struggle on purpose.” Iviana pouted and sighed again, knowing it wasn’t true. It was all so new to her that everything was a struggle. As much as she wanted to say he was doing it on purpose, Iviana knew the truth.
Her head tilted and she looked up at him. “You can?” There was surprise in her voice. While she had some run of bad luck, she hadn’t thought anyone really knew that she struggled with more basic things. Sleeping at a good time, eating properly and remembering to drink or take meds. Or could he just understand because he had similar struggles? It was possible, of course, but it seemed somehow unlikely.
Curled between his legs as they cuddled on his bed. When she admitted how she want uncomfortable he answered in a way that made her pout. “Not going to tell you I was wrong if you’re just going to gloat.” She huffed and squirmed in a pouty fashion. “As you never picked one, how would I know?” She countered, feeling very much the brat he’d called her. It was hard not to when Lyon seemed to goad her.
Her brows lifted and Iviana snorted. “Is that easily distracted or horny?” Her undies bared to the room she squirmed, blushing as the music began. “Uh huh.” Her smile could be heard. So maybe she wasn’t hating this. Just maybe. The kiss made her shiver and she snuggled closer as her dress was pulled back down.
“What makes you think you are not Gaston?” Iviana teased and when he said they could visit his father’s castle. “I am not so sure..” She said uneasily. “It feels like Belle had a better deal. She got food.” She teased and she shifted, rolling her shoulders. It didn’t hurt, he’d been right. She still wasn’t sure if she liked it, but it wasn’t horrible. “I would try it again.” She conceded. “Just isn’t as fun for me.” She could picture curling into him, head on his chest while her fingers played with the buttons of his uniform. “I guess it is just different from what I picture in my head.” She said after a long moment and tipped her head backward. “Are you liking the movie?”
Lyon smiled as he listened to her, running his hands over her sometimes but mostly just holding her to his chest. He smiled and reached down, his palm finding her cheek, tilting her head up so she would face him as she spoke. "I'm sorry Iviana, princess...I'm not saying these things to make you struggle, I am...trying to tease a little. It's just who I am...in public I have to be stuffy, boring, with friends, as few as I've had, I joke, I tease. Surely you noticed this in your stream?" He chuckled softly. "Online, anonymous, it's one of the few places where I could just be myself without judgement, without having to keep up appearances and not dishonour my family, you have no idea how much that meant to me, how valuable your stream, you...have been to me." His tone was softer as he spoke now, and for him it was cathartic in a way. He didn't want to use Iviana as his therapist, he didn't want to unload or dump all of his own problems on her especially since he was sure she must have had worse struggles. For everything he had to deal with and how he felt, he was lucky, he knew that. He was born a prince, he was wealthy, famous, most people were in awe just talking to him not because of anything he had done but because of who he had been born to be, because of his family...lucky, fortunate...and depressing at the same time.
"I feel I can be myself around you but you're struggling a lot, with everything I say, do, so I can tone it down a little, let you get more comfortable. I'm sure it's hard, I'm sure you're nervous." He laughed softly as she questioned him and nodded his head. "I can, it's not hard to understand, being forgetful is easy. I can't relate of course, I remember everything, but I can definitely understand." He grinned and kissed her cheek as he welcomed her into position between her thighs. "Don't worry, I can help you remember. We can set reminders, I use those all the time. Let me look after you, take some pressure off yourself." He chuckled again as she pouted about him being correct, rolling his eyes and teasing a little more. He knew he'd said he'd tone it down a little and he would, but she was so cute it was hard sometimes not to poke a little, something he knew he'd have to practice on. "I'm not gloating, exactly, I'm just...okay I was gloating a little, my apologies." He squeezed her as she squirmed and huffed, noticing her shiver and kissing her again, growling softly by her ear. "I just like this. Having you here, holding you...I told you it's new to me too, and I am very much enjoying it...aren't you, princess?" He said that title again...he was wondering if he should use it often or if he should find something new that they could use in public but ultimately he decided that was a question for another day.
Hearing her snort made him grin...he'd been worried, he'd felt she was having a hard time so it was refreshing to hear her make a joke. "Princess...given your position you'd know if I was horny...trust me." A smirk...he knew his size, he knew he was large and she was positioned right up against him, between his thighs. It wasn't completely untrue, he was feeling something as he felt her squirm and he continued his slightly invasive touches while she was helpless in his arms, sliding his hand up to her waist after pulling the dress down and nipping at her earlobe. "You're blushing...and squirming. Maybe it's not me that's horny here...should I check? What could you do to stop me?"
He wasn't going to of course...there would be time enough for that kind of play, he'd been careful not to go too far and wasn't going to ruin his good behaviour now, but it was fun to hint at it. The most laughter came when she accused him of being Gaston. "Maybe, maybe you're right, we have a lot in common...I really am the best, handsome, charming, quick-witted." He chuckled. "But if you'd told me no I wouldn't have been bothering you anymore, I'd let you go. You deserve the best, for you, if that's not me, Iviana...then I'll set you free to go find it."
He didn't push her on visiting his father's castle, it had been an offer and she seemed hesitant and worried and it was not a topic for today, a few hours into meeting her. He shook his head and let his hands start to wander again. "Maybe but what about me? It's more fun for me that you can't prevent me from touching you." Instead of doing just that, he instead brought his hand up to brush her hair aside and make her face him again. "That you trust me not to take advantage of you. That's important. And I like bondage, I like cuffs...but you won't always be in them, in fact..." He reached down and slowly unbuckled them. It was about half way through the movie, she'd tried it his way, what he liked, so he freed her wrists. "There, don't think this means I won't touch you where I please, princess, but you can use your hands again, you have my permission." He placed the cuffs aside and smiled at her. "Tell me, what did you picture in your head?" He nodded at her question. "I'm enjoying it a lot, it's cute, I can see why you'd like it and I love the songs." He grinned and started humming the tune to the Gaston song which had genuinely been his favourite till then.
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