Page 84 of Healing the Heart

“Watch me,” he promised as his lips brushed hers once more. “We’ve gotten off track with our scene.”

“A little,” she said with a sniffle.

“Are you ready to submit to me, pretty slave girl?”

She smiled up at him and echoed his vow, “Watch me, master.”

“With pleasure,” he said with a chuckle, and leaned back again. “Now then, unless you want to be over my knees rather than between them, you’d best start sucking.”

What a choice. A spanking, which, wonders of all wonders, she’d come to appreciate, wholeheartedly, or a blow job, which she also very much enjoyed.

His laughter filled the room at her hesitation while clearly contemplating which route to take.

“Tell you what. We finish my scene as I’ve planned it, and I’ll see about an encore with your red-hot bottom squirming on my lap.”

“Deal!” she agreed as she brushed his hand away and her fingers encircled his cock.

“Uh, uh, naughty kitten. I don’t recall giving you permission to use your hands. Keep them behind your head, fingers laced, and use only your mouth.”

If he hadn’t been hard, hands free would have posed a challenge. But his cock stood up straight and proud, and she greedily took a big mouthful. Her reward was a low, sexy growl of pleasure rumbling up from his throat. It was the encouragement she needed, and she sucked and licked and slurped, with her head bobbing up and down, trying to get him to repeat it, again and again.

She worked diligently to bring him off for a solid fifteen minutes, but before her job was done, he growled, “Enough. Any more of that, and I’ll come down your throat.”

“Yes, please,” she answered around a mouthful of him.

“I don’t think so,” he replied, his voice strained as he sank both hands into her hair and prevented another deep glide. “We have the room for four hours. I don’t plan to spend the rest of it napping.”

He patted his thighs.

“Up here, pretty kitty. I have a surprise for you.”

Disappointed she hadn’t reached her goal but now curious, she climbed into his lap. He kissed her as his hands roamed over her body, igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume her. She was his—body and soul—forever. And that body was ready to be taken.

“Come inside me, master. I need you.”

His hand came down in a swift and stingy swat on her bottom. “The sultan gives the orders, not his pretty slave. Lie facedown on my lap.”

She didn’t think they were through, and it wasn’t time for the encore, but who was she to argue with a king? Quickly, she got into position, hoping he would intersperse some much-needed fingering amid the swats.

His broad palm swept over her hip and pulled her in closer. Her big dominant softie was always concerned with her comfort and safety, as ironic as that sounded. With her secured, his long fingers dipped between her thighs and stroked her pussy. All the foreplay and roleplay had her so aroused she couldn’t keep still. She parted her legs and pressed into his touch.

“You’re incredibly wet, and so very eager,” he hummed in approval. “Sucking cock gets my pretty concubine hot.”

“Sucking you until you come in my mouth gets me hotter, master. But this is very nice too.”

He chuckled. “Only nice? Let’s see if I can up my game.”

Two fingers sank into her as his thumb worked her clit. Soon he had her wriggling all over his thighs and had to clamp an arm around her waist, or she’d have tumbled to the floor.

“Are you ready to come?”

“Yes, sir. I mean, master. Please, may I?”

“Not quite yet. I have one other surprise for you first.”

Instead of the spanking she’d hoped for, she heard the crinkle of plastic and the wet splat of lube. Something soft brushed her legs, but it barely registered as he parted her cheeks with his fingers.

An anal plug before and during the big O? She could live with that.

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