Page 117 of The King's Maiden

“Good girl. You can answer.”

“I dnn ge id, thur.” The gag muffled my voice, but he understood the stream of random syllables I slurred at him, which roughly translated toI don’t get it, Sir.

“You will.”

The crop cracked against my ass, so close to my clit my whole body jerked in response. I stifled the cry from the sting, tears pricking the corners of my eyes.

His palm soothed the sting as he whispered in my ear, taunting, “Look at that. It seems you do know how to be obedient.”

I bit down on the gag to keep my retort from escaping.

He laughed darkly and pressed a kiss just below my ear. “Good girls get orgasms, Maiden. Remember that.”

Unable to bite back a whimper, my ass instinctively pressed back toward him, seeking him out like some kind of misguided heat-seeking missile.

My parents had done a good job. They’d warned me to run away from danger and not towards it. And there I was, strung uplike a prized turkey, with my body begging for him to rearrange my guts with his dick.

Graphic imagery, sure, but what could I say? Bondage and light BDSM brought out the crass parts of my psyche.

I wanted him to fuck me until I couldn’t breathe.

And he knew it.

His hand circled my throat again, squeezing lightly but hard enough to send off a warning to my brain. “Quinn, relax,” he murmured when my body tensed. “If I’m going to give you what you want, I need to know your limits, don’t I? I need to know you’ll show me what they are, right?”

His voice shifted back to the colder version he’d been using last night and when we first got to the room—the one that would haunt my wet dreams and my drenched nightmares for the rest of my life. But also, the one that made me think this was a test of some kind—one I had no idea how to pass anddefinitelyhadn’t prepared for.

“Ah!” I let the sound out once, but held back the other two, releasing it like a warning as his grip tightened.

My head got fuzzy right before he relaxed his grip and let me suck down as much air as I could. His hands worked quickly to remove the gag so I could catch my breath. But I noticed as my breathing returned to normal that he’d left his hand on my chest, his thumb and fingers spread in a V, like a viper waiting to wrap around my throat again.

“Landon,” I exhaled his name in a rush, forgetting the rules. “Please don’t.”

I had made my peace with using my safe words, no matter what he might think of me. First when I got here, and the minute that riding crop landed harder than a gentle tap. But still, I couldn’t bring myself to say them and make him stop.

A part of me not only wanted to see how far he’d go, but a darker part of me alsolikedit. The suspense. The heightenedstate of arousal. My nipples had sharpened into points so fine, I was pretty sure I’d carved his name into the wood he’d strapped me to just by thrusting my chest against it as I flailed. I’d never been so wet in my goddamn life, either.

“Breathe, Maiden.”

He pushed in closer, every inch of his warm, naked body pressing into mine. I had no idea when he’d taken off his clothes, but I had to believe that was a good sign. A sign he was about to end my torment and slide inside me, finally tearing through that last barrier between us.

His erection dug into the globe of my ass cheek, sliding dangerously close to the center as sweat slicked our skin. And when his tongue stroked down the side of my neck, he moaned low and deep in the back of his throat. My legs trembled with the need to wrap around him.

His hand kneaded its way down my back, coming between us to take hold of his cock. He tapped the head against my bare cheek, before running the tip from the dip in my lower back to the curve leading to my slit. I froze, scared that if I moved a muscle he might retreat.

I nearly cried out in relief when he eased his finger inside me, even if it wasn’t at-all-not-even-a-little-bit what I wanted. Slowly withdrawing and pressing back in, he maintained his pace until my body relaxed.

Then, he added a second finger.

He pumped steadily, crooking his fingers just how I needed to build me toward release. “Don’t forget the rules, Maiden.”

“Please.”I whimpered, my body pulsing with the impending orgasm. “Please, Sir. May I come?”

“Yes.”

His hand gripped my throat, pushing me over the edge as my whole body tightened in response. I came—hard and fast, his grip only increasing the force of it. And just as the pleasurereached its peak and my body began to come down, he thrust his fingers deeper. Harder. Working me toward a second climax before the first abated.

And he threw me over the edge in a completely unexpected way.

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