Page 34 of Her Royal Master
He shoved my knees wide and lowered his head, licking up the seam of my pussy, sending shivers through my body.
“I don’t usually start with pleasure.”He used his thumbs to part my labia.“Especially not when you have punishment coming.”He ran the tip of his tongue around the inner lips, causing me to buck my hips.“But in this case, I think you’ve earned a reward too.”He tongued my clit with his tongue in quick flicks.
I lost control.I’d been without his touch for so long, believing I’d never feel it again.My body responded immediately, ready to go off like a firecracker.My eyes rolled back in my head and I let out a long, low moan.
“Uh oh.I hope you haven’t forgotten the rules.”
I jerked back to reality, my brain scrambling for the right words.“Master, may I come?Please?I need to…”
“No, baby.You may not.You’re going to come all over my cock.But not until I say you can.Understand?”
I didn’t understand.Not at all.But I wasn’t about to disobey.I’d spent two months lamenting my decision to disappoint him.I sure as hell wasn’t going to do it again.
I panted like women on television do when they’re having a baby.It was BDSM Lamaze in my bedroom.
Darius stood and pulled a condom from his pocket, while I pinned my gaze on the ample bulge in his pants.
I wanted his cock inside me, couldn’t wait to be filled by him, taken by him, completed.
Yes, completed.That’s how it felt when he took charge of my body and wrung every last climax out of me.
He unzipped his pants and freed his cock, sheathing it quickly before he climbed over me.He grabbed my hips and lifted my pelvis to meet his, sliding into my swollen entryway with ease.
I moaned my satisfaction, rocking up to meet his thrusts.
He fell forward and pinned my bound wrists above my head.“Tell me something, Chelsea.I have to know,” he rasped, his accent thicker and more guttural than usual.
“What?”I panted.
“Tell me you didn’t fuck that ex-boyfriend again.Tell me or I’ll have to knock his fucking teeth out.”
His jealousy was ridiculous and violently pleasing to me.
I moaned louder, lifting my hips.
“Tell me, baby.”
“I didn’t.”I managed to say, shaking my head against the bedspread.
“Who fucked you?Who fucked you since me?Anyone?”
He was being an asshole, and I didn’t care.I loved his possessiveness, his demands.“No one.”
Some of the fierceness relaxed from his face.“Thank Christ.”He lowered his forehead to meet mine.“Thank fuck, beautiful girl.I would go crazy knowing someone else had been here.”
“You are crazy,” I murmured.
“So are you, American.”He rocked into me with more force.“I missed this tight.Little.Pussy.”
“I missed you too,” I whispered, tears smarting my eyes.In all my wildest fantasies, I never let myself believe he’d come for me like this.
But he had.
“Now, baby,” he growled, his thrusts growing deeper, a muscle in his cheek jumping.“Come for me now.”He plowed in deep and stayed, his release shuddering through his body.
I immediately followed suit, as if my body had been on a timer, ready to go at his command.My legs clamped around his waist, and I took him even deeper as my internal muscles squeezed and milked his cock for all it was worth.
He roared something in his own language and fell upon me with another heated kiss, twisting his lips over mine, twining our tongues.
