You’re of a higher class, royalty even, while James is a working class gentleman. You meet each other at ungodly hours of the night just to be together. Although your relationship is rather…scandalous as one might say, do you really care. So here you are now, in an alley way in the middle of the night with him.

“Push up your dress would ya’ love?” James demands as he pushes you against a dampened brick wall. His eyebrows furrowing as his hand moves down to your thigh, starting to move your dress up.

“No James, not here…” you insist as you look around for anybody coming.

“Don’t look around, you little aristocrat. James half growls and half whisper. His hand clasps around your chin and moves your focus to him “I don’t care. I wanna use ya’, teach you things. Humiliate ya’ a little.”

“Wrap your leg around me.” He whispers into your neck, leaving dove like kisses along your skin.