Page 51 of The River of Fire

I moan and wrap my right hand over the bottom of his shaft, squeezing tightly until his head kicks back, tendons straining. Once the grip on my hair loosens, I bring my head down over his cock again and, mouth open wide, I take him as far as I can. My lips meet the thumb and forefinger I have wrapped around him. I suck hard and rub my tongue over as much of the shaft as I can. I pull back a bit so I can start stroking his dick and sucking on his cockhead to the soundtrack of his groans.

It’s not long before he pulls me off him and stands up. “No,” I whine in protest, but he’s urging me up.

He’s shaking his head. “Not now, my hungry little slut. I need to fuck you.” My pussy clenches at his degrading words, but he’s already behind me, tearing my loose pants and pressing on my back. “Bend over. Arms on the seat, ass in the air.”

Moaning, I position myself as he ordered, his hands pulling my hips back into his groin and kicking my feet further apart. “You’re so fucking wet already,” he growls, fingers now dragging roughly through my folds. With a quick tug on the string, he pulls out the tampon I forgot about, then I hear the whoosh of fire as he burns it. I feel embarrassed for all of a second before he has two fingers inside me. He bends over me so he can whisper. “You love sucking your master’s cock, don’t you, my filthy little whore?”

I whimper, the sound pleading, and he pulls back. But instead of pushing inside me, like I expected, a sharp sting over my pussy makes me yell out. He just slapped me between the legs! A tiny part of me is telling me to protest the degrading behavior he’s subjecting me to today, but my body overrides anything else and I find myself begging. “More…”

He chuckles but doesn’t give me what I asked for, this time lining himself up with my opening and pressing inside. The glide is embarrassingly easy. “That’s it,” he growls once he’s fully seated, then grinds in so deep I squeal.

He pauses to run a soothing hand down my back, tracing my spine. “I’m not quite sure which sight I prefer: you on your knees before my throne, or bent over it.” His hand reaches my ass and he squeezes a cheek with propriety. “Luckily, I can have both.”

With that, he starts pounding inside me and I have to brace my palms against the backrest despite his firm hold on my hips. I love the pain from his tight grip and merciless thrusts as much as I love the grunts that accompany them. I push back against him, wanting more of everything, anything.

“Good fucking girl,” he snarls behind me. “Show me how much you love having me inside you.” I cry out every time our flesh meets with loud sounds of skin against skin. He releases my hips to hold me by the front of my neck with one hand, the other snaking around to my pubis so he can nestle my clit between his fore- and middle fingers.

Every time his groin meets my ass the impact rocks me forward into his palm, depriving me of air while rubbing my clit between the fingers of the hand between my legs. “You have ten seconds to come or I will leave you suffering all day.” His voice is as ruthless as the hand around my neck.

“Ten,” he starts counting, fucking me faster as all the air is pounded out of my lungs and my mouth opens with empty heaves.

“Five.” I need air, but I need to come even more and then I need to feel him coming inside me.

“Three.” The black spots dancing in my vision are making medizzy so I close my eyes. My clit feels like it’s going to catch fire from the heat of his fingers.

“One. Come. Now.” The words are a growled command my body has no choice but to follow and I tense just as he releases his hold on my throat. I gasp for air at the same time as agonizing pleasure explodes through my body, the rush of oxygenated blood and dopamine transporting me to another reality.

I can vaguely hear Ashtaroth shouting behind me as my muscles tense and release, his hold of me the only thing keeping me from slumping over in a heap.

I’m still floating minutes or hours later, blissed out, as he withdraws, then pulls me up to spin me around. “Sit,” he commands, voice raspy from shouting. “I want to know I’m sitting on our come the next time I have to entertain the rabble.”

I moan weakly at his words and look down between my legs at the small puddle of our combined fluids. Ash growls like a starving wolf who just found itself in a sheep pen, drops to his knees and roughly pulls me forward towards his mouth.

Despite the excruciating skill he uses to build me up to a peak again, it takes a long time to reach it after that mind-shattering orgasm. Not to mention that I’m still mostly zoned out. But Ashtaroth savors every second and every drop of moisture as I alternately caress and tug on his silken hair, dazedly enjoying the sight of the king kneeling before his own throne.

Chapter 37 – Lana

“No,” Ash says mildly after I move my knight closer to his queen.

We’re playing chess in what must be his main study, judging by the lived-in feel of it. The chess set is a thing of beauty, made out of the same black metal as the swords he gifted me, the pieces themselves carved out of black and white pearl.

“You’re not thinking ahead.” His voice and body are relaxed after the throne room rendezvous, but the way he chastises me stings my pride. “You know all the rules and you react with the most efficient move each time. But you don’t see the whole picture.”

The words are somewhat disheartening. “Some team leader I am,” I huff, trying to hide my fears of inadequacy with sarcasm.

Ash shrugs and moves his bishop. “Making the right call in the heat of battle is what a good commander is for. Knowingwhere to move your soldiers to maximize their usefulness. Taking advantage of openings. Short-term strategy.” He’s grinning at what must be a lovestruck expression on my face. I’m a whore for praise. “Just trust the generals to plan the battle,” he adds, then points to the board. “Checkmate.”

“Ugh,” I groan. “Why am I even bothering, you’ve been playing this game since it was invented.”

“We’re not playing for you to ever win, sweetness.” He’s resetting the board with a smile that he probably can’t keep from being patronizing. “We’re playing for you to learn something. We could however spar if you prefer?” His brow lifts in question.

I snort. “That will be over even faster than this is.”

“That wouldn’t be for me to win. I was observing your fight with that boy until he got the upper hand. Your moves are good, but there is more to add to your repertoire.”

I blush, hating that he saw that particular incident – I wasn’t at my best.

“You could have won.” He correctly interprets my embarrassment. “But you held back.” The last is said with a harder voice than he’s used these last couple of hours.

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