Page 6 of Her Royal Master
Kaspar grinned, his hero worship of me making him see what I portrayed—a selfish prick who wanted to keep a girl for himself.“Ja,cousin.Enjoy.”He winked and pulled the door closed.
I stopped my seduction but didn’t withdraw, my fingertip still nudged inside her, my body pinning hers to the bed, her wrists caged in my hand.
“What was that?”she asked breathlessly.
She smelled sweet, like honeysuckle and ocean breeze.I didn’t want to climb off.You couldn’t have paid me to set her free.A beautiful, inexperienced and nervous woman whose body plays perfectly to my hand.I wanted to keep her.
I meant to reassure her, tell her she was safe from Kaspar and his boys, but what came out was something altogether different.“That was me staking my claim on you.”I dragged my lips across her neck and continued my slow stroking of her inner wall.
Her eyes dilated, turning glassy with pleasure.“I had to give them a show,” I spoke against her skin.
She exposed her throat, tipping her head back with a soft moan.
“Do you want me to go on?”
“Wh-what?”
“Are you enjoying my touch, little reporter?I can take away the ache between those beautiful thighs of yours.”
“Do I have a choice?”
I frowned.Yes, she may have come here under the pretense of being a whore, but I’d be damned if I ever took a woman against her will.“There’s always a choice, baby.Sayyesif you want me to rock your world.”
Her swollen lips parted on a gasp and she arched, rolling her clit against my hand.“Your fingers are already inside me, andnowyou’re asking for consent?”
I grinned.“I call it the power of persuasion.”I continued the stroking.“All you have to do is sayyes.”
She panted.Conflict warred in her expression.
“Just your pleasure this first time.Not mine.I want to see you come apart at the seams.”I don’t know what made me call this afirst time, except the fact that now that I’d drunk from her lips and felt her supple, squirming body beneath mine, I wanted to possess her in every way.Wanted to own her, mind, body and soul.
She rolled her hips again, her whimper making my cock as hard as stone.“I don’t know what rabbit hole I fell down today,” she rasped, sounding breathless, “but I’m pretty sure I’ve lost my mind.”
“Not yet.But I’ll make sure you do,” I promised.My need to rule her world pushed at me from all sides, a consuming desire to watch her control fall away, to teach her, to tame her.
“Yes,” she gasped.
I moved in for the kill.Releasing her wrists, I placed her hands on her breasts.“Pinch your nipples.If you move your hands from your breasts, I’ll punish you.Understand?”
“Yes… yes.”She arched her breasts into her own hands.
I shoved one of her knees up, pumped my fingers faster.My mouth locked onto her clit, sucking the tiny nub.
Her free leg turned frantic, bending and extending beside me on the bed as she jacked her hips up off the mattress, squirming and wriggling.Her ragged cries grew louder until she screamed, her hands tangling in my hair.
I pumped both fingers at the same time, and flicked her clit with my tongue.
She came, her scream echoing off the wood-paneled walls of my bedroom.
Write about that, little reporter.
~.~
Chelsea
Mind.Blown.
Yeah.
