Page 125 of Ruthless Prince
“So wet already,” he muttered, hot lips on my right ear. “Are you ready to obeyme?”
I nodded and kept my eyes forward. “Yes,sir.”
He pulled his fingers out of me, leaving my muscles pulsing around nothing as they traitorously ached for more. I silently cursed my body and the way it always responded to Logan. I’d never hated him more than I did right now, but I’d never wanted him moreeither.
Prick.
“You’re going to take this in your pussy to get it nice and wet,” he said, holding the dildo out so I could see it again. “And then you’re going to take it in your ass while I fuck your pussy. It’s bigger than the plugs we’ve been using, but you should be trained enough to take it bynow.”
“Yes, sir.” The intense euphoria of lust flooded me, followed by the sickening burn of guilt. I shouldn’t be turned on by the thought of Logan fucking both holes at once, but I wasanyway.
I spread my legs wider, and the tip of the dildo touched my bare slit. Some dark part of me wished it was Logan’s cockalready.
His free hand coasted over my body, pinching my sensitive nipples now and then. The toy breached my slick entrance and slid deep inside, and I began to rock back and forth on it, getting it nice and wet asinstructed.
“Good girl,” Logan muttered, slapping myass.
I let out a gasp as pleasure and pain spiked at my nerve endings, and I moved faster on the toy, feeling myself open up aroundit.
“Keep going,” Logan said, leaning forward to grab thepaddle.
He hit me with it, and I gasped as it zapped my ass with a stinging electrical current. At the same time, my pussy contracted so hard that it ejected thetoy.
Logan chuckled darkly. “Perfect,” he said, rubbing the wet toy up and down my ass. He swatted me with the electric paddle again, making my legs jolt, and then he slid the tip of the dildo into myass.
I squeezed my eyes shut, grunting as it went deeper. There weren’t many other sounds a person could make when their ass was being stretched as wide aspossible.
At the same time, Logan’s thick cock slowly pushed its way into my pussy, making me groan with pleasure as it filled me. With the golden toy in my ass making the walls of my pussy feel tighter, Logan’s cock seemed even bigger than it did earlier, almost painfullyso.
He began to thrust in and out, hard and fast, and with every pump of his hips, he spanked me with the paddle, hitting my ass, thighs, back, and even my tits when he reached around with it. The electricity made my flesh quiver and throb with jolts of hot, stinging ecstasy, and I gasped and moaned, begging formore.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a few of the party voyeurs watching us with unbridled interest, but I didn’t care anymore. Now that this was happening, I actually preferred doing it out here in front of everyone, because it was a guarantee that Logan wouldn’t hurt me terribly like he did in his dungeon at home. Here, he would only hurt me in ways that everyone else accepted. Ways that would bring mepleasure.
“You like this, don’t you?” he asked in a low murmur. He was fucking me with reckless abandon now, balls slapping against my ass with every hard movement. “You like being used inpublic.”
“Yes,” I said with a whimper. I was losing control fast, knees almost buckling as my clit throbbed like mad. “Yes!”
He hit me even harder with the paddle, and I jolted forward as sparks raced over my skin. “Don’t ever try to leave me again,” he growled. “You’re mine. You always willbe.”
“Yes, sir,” Igasped.
“Sayit.”
“I… I’m yours,” I said breathlessly as my climax finally hit in a rush ofwarmth.
He kept pumping his cock in and out of me in rhythm with the dildo in my ass. “This pussy is mine,” he said, burying himself to the hilt. “Every fucking inch of you is mine. I own you,Willow.”
I whimpered again as stars exploded in front of my eyes. For the first time since he took me, I actually agreed withhim.
24
Willow
Isat backin the comfortable leather chair as Channel 8’s head makeup artist fussed over me, sweeping different colored powders onto my cheekbones and forehead to contour myface.
The producers of the network’s most popular talk show—The Nightly Show with Dan and Jules—had invited my family on this evening to do a profile of the First Family. In the past, I would’ve rolled my eyes and considered it a colossal waste of time, but now I was actually quite excited. It meant I was able to leave the house for the first time since the engagement party. Moments like that were rare, so I had to cling to them and savor them as much as Icould.
I winced as I shifted in my seat and crossed my leg at a bad angle, making my muscles ache. It wasn’t a bad kind of ache from some sort of torture or punishment inflicted by Logan, though. Since the party, he’d actually left me alone on that front, and my old bruises and cuts had mostly healed and faded away instead of being replaced with freshmarks.
