Page 100 of Rags to Royals

“I don’t know,” I say, doing both again. “I would thinkthiswould be more like punishment.”

I grasp both of her hips and turn her to her stomach. The tie twists along with the motion, allowing her arms and hands to turn without any pain. I pull her up onto her knees and give her ass a quick smack.

She gasps, then moans.

“Isn’t spanking actually a punishment?” I ask my mouth against her ear as I run my hand over her ass. “Not playing with a pretty perfect pussy and making it all wet and tingly and needy. That makes you feel good. That’snice.” I spank her again. “This is punishing, isn’t it?”

She moans. “That makes me feel good too.” She sucks in a breath. “Even though I don’t know why.”

I slip my hand between her legs, one finger sliding into her pussy. Her incredibly wet pussy.

“Maybe it’s just having my hands on you in any way,” I say gruffly against her neck.

She nods. “It is.”

FuckI love that.

“That’s because deep down my little witch is actually wicked, isn’t she? She loves to be dirty and naughty, and she knows she can do that with me.”

She wiggles her ass and says in a choked voice, “Yes, God, yes.”

I give her another quick smack then slide my finger into her pussy and give her three thrusts. “Well then, it’s a good thing thatIam a wizard when it comes to making you come.”

I move in behind her, grasp her, hips, line up my aching cock, then thrust forward.

She cries out my name, her pussy gripping me immediately.

I grit my teeth and squeeze her hips, just pausing for a moment, afraid I might lose it if I move.

“Jesus. Christ. Scarlett.” Single words at a time is all I can manage.

“Oh my God, Cian,” she gasps.

Her pussy clenches around me and I give her a little spank. “Stop it.”

She sucks in a breath. “Can’t. Please move.”

My hand rests on the warm pink handprint I’ve put on her ass. I massage it. Then I start moving. She’s stretched out in front of me, her hands grasping the wrought iron headboard, even though she’s still tied to it. I thrust into her, and she takes every single stroke, babbling with simple responses like, “yes,” “harder,” “more,” “oh God,” and “Cian”.

Despite the blow job, I’m on edge and I can feel my orgasm barreling at me.

“You can come now,” I tell her. “Come on my cock, Scarlett.”

She’s been teetering on the edge anyway, and I know it is a combination of the force of my thrusts and the sharp commandin my voice that makes her tighten around me and cry out as she comes hard.

I don’t let up. I pound into her until my own orgasm slams into me with a force I swear I’ve never felt.

It goes on for several seconds and even after I’m spent, I continue gripping her hips, holding her ass back against me, breathing hard and waiting for her to show me a sign of life.

Finally, she drags in a long breath and lifts her head. “Oh my God, I really am sorry I’ve kept us from doing this.”

That causes a laugh to burst from my chest. I slide a hand up her back, then I reach up and slide the blindfold off. “You should be.” I give her ass one more little pat. “Don’t let it happen again.”

I let go of her hips and pull out, immediately reaching for the tie to release her from the headboard. I toss the tie to the floor and run my hands up and down her arms.

“You okay?” I ask as I pull her down next to me on the bed.

She snuggles in close. “Really good.”

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