Page 18 of Her Royal Master
The dom in me had to slow down, make sure she was okay.I stopped, buried inside her.“Settle down.Does it hurt or is it just intense?”
She panted.“Just intense.Please don’t… go on.”
I chuckled.“Was that aplease go onor aplease don’t go on?”
“Go on, dammit,” she growled through clenched teeth.
I gave a firm pump, causing her to gasp.“Spread those legs and relax your muscles.”I started again slowly, but my control was crumbling.“Your job is to surrender.I’m plundering.”
I plundered.I fucked her tight little ass and listened to her beg until my vision blurred and my thighs shook.
“This ass belongs to me,” I gritted.I wanted to go on, to see to her pleasure, but somehow I’d already arrived at the brink.I shoved in deep, coming harder than I could remember coming in years.
Chelsea trembled beneath me, gasping, moaning, but I didn’t think she’d climaxed.I would’ve given her permission if she’d asked.Hell, I probably wouldn’t have punished her if she’d come without asking.
I eased out, removed the vibrator, and turned it off.In the bathroom, I disposed of the condom, sterilized the vibe and prepared a warm, wet washcloth.Chelsea hadn’t moved from her position, her ass still angled up over the bolster, legs still trembling.I gripped one upper thigh to part her legs and clean her, then eased the bolster out and rolled her over.
“You didn’t come, did you?”
She shook her head.“I was afraid it would hurt.My anus clenches when I come.”
I smothered a laugh as her rating on the cute scale surged.“You have to ask permission.Did you remember that part?”
Her full lips parted, and she shook her head.“No.I forgot.Good thing it didn’t happen.”
I climbed over her youthful body and kissed her nose.“Good thing.”I lowered my lips to her breast and sucked, rolling the pebbled nipple over my tongue.I scraped it with my teeth, then laved away any pain.“You were a good girl, yielding to your master’s orgasm.”
She moaned softly, her fingers burrowing into my hair.With another sub, I’d snap at her not to touch me without permission, but the gesture was too sweet coming from her.I liked it far too much.
But what made me think she was so sweet?She had ambition, plans to use this experience to her benefit.But she hadn’t expected the sex.Didn’t have any game in that department, which made her mine for the molding.
And lord, I loved molding from this particular clay.
I dragged the tip of my tongue down her flat stomach and circled her belly button.Then I gripped her knees and pushed them toward her shoulders.I licked from her anus to her clit, gripping her knees tighter as she gasped and bobbed beneath me.“Don’t forget to ask, baby.I’m in the mood to reward you, but you have the perfect ass for punishing.”Without waiting for her reply, I flicked her clit with my tongue, sucked it and laved it.I made my tongue stiff and penetrated her with it.
She tugged on my hair.“Please—please may I?Darius… Master… please?”
“You may,” I answered between licks, then inserted two fingers to stroke her G-spot as I sucked hard on her clit, and she came, shaking and sobbing with her overdue release.
5
Chelsea
Darius brought me to climax three more times before carrying me to the shower and fucking me against the wall.I’d never felt so sexualized, so desirable in my life.By the time we emerged from the shower, my body was wrung out and sore, my brain mush.
I stood in the middle of Darius’ room, clutching a towel around me.“Am I allowed to wear clothes?”
He gave a decisive shake of his head, but he opened his closet.From the floor, he picked up a shiny leather dress shoe and yanked out the lace, a thin black cord.“Only this.”
I tensed, fearing I already knew where he wanted me to wear it.
And I was right.
“Lift up your hair,” he commanded, his deep, accented voice making my knees go weak.
Still, I resisted.
His expression turned stern.“Youwillwear a symbol of my ownership.If you don’t like this one, I’ll get the collar you wore yesterday.”
