Page 55 of Royal Beast
“That’s one,” he calls, his voice low as his hand makes contact with my ass, a loud crack filling the room. The pain is instantaneous, sharp, and stinging, and I suck in a breath as he rubs his hand over the spot he smacked.
A rush of air is all the warning I get before his hand is making contact with my ass again, calling out, “That’s two!”
The sting is slightly more painful this time, leaving a faint heat behind. He pulls his hand back and gives me a third, stopping to rub over the spot, which is starting to burn. It feels good, though, teetering between the precipice of pleasure and pain like this, and I’m so wet I can feel it as my thighs rub together.
As the fourth makes contact, I gasp, arching forward, the pain getting to be just this side of too much.
“Don’t move,” he reprimands, pulling me back by my leg. “Or you’ll get more.”
The warning tone of his voice pulses through me, making my sex throb, craving this darker side of Kellan. I’ve seen how angry he can get, but seeing the domineering, controlling side of him in the bedroom is new.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whine, trying to steady myself on my hands and knees.
“Last one,” he advises. “This one is going to be the worst of it, Wildflower. Can you take it?”
I nod, though he can’t see it, and brace myself.
He places his hand on my ass, letting it linger there. “I need to hear you say it,” he orders.
“Please give me my last spanking, Daddy! I need it. I want it!” I burst out, craving the release.
Kellan brings his hand back, and the slap resounds through the room, bringing tears to my eyes. The pain is exquisite, like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It hurts so much but at the same time, my blood sings, the pleasure overwhelming me.
Once he’s done, he pulls me into his lap, whispering words of encouragement into my ear. “You did so well, Princess. Such a good job. You made Daddy very happy. How do you feel?”
“Felt good,” I tell him. “Want you to fuck me,” I add, sniffling as he brushes the few stray tears from my eyes.
Kellan moans, leaning down to place a hard kiss against my lips. “You’re insatiable, Wildflower,” he teases, lifting my chin to look him in the eyes. “Do you want to try a position that will make your ass hurt less or more?”
I consider it for a moment, then grin. “More, please, Daddy.”
Kellan huffs a little chuckle. “Thought you’d say that.” He shifts me off his lap and sits back, bracing himself on his hands. “Come here,” he says, beckoning me with a jerk of his chin.
I scoot forward, and he adjusts his hands, bringing one up to lift one leg, and then the other, over his shoulders. His cock is thick and heavy, bobbing against his stomach with every movement, and I lick my lips, eager to have it inside me.
“Now lean back,” he directs me. I start leaning back on my hands, and he moves as well, so we’re both braced on our wrists. This position feels a little awkward at first, but then he starts moving and I immediately understand what he’s doing.
It forces me to move as well, the sheets chafing against my already bruised ass, leaving me moaning and desperate. “Oh, yes!” I cry out, getting into it. Our bodies slap together, my thighs burning with the effort of holding them up, and Kellan’s eyes are trained on mine, making the position feel even more intense.
The slaps echo in the air, carrying the sounds of my moans and his guttural grunts. It’s primal, animalistic, and utterlyfucking amazing. His hips move faster, rubbing my ass against the sheets with every slam. The angle is so deep, just the way I love, and I feel my body already climbing the hill of pleasure.
“Kellan!” I cry out, matching him thrust for thrust. “Don’t stop!”
“Oh, God, Darcy, you’re so tight, so wet,” he cries out. His eyes bore into mine, and I feel connected to him on a whole new level, even as we fuck like wild animals. The bed starts shaking and the headboard bangs against the wall. I send up a silent prayer of gratitude that Rose’s room is on the other end of the hall, far enough away that she can’t hear anything, and my body starts to crest the top of the hill, the wet, squelching noises spurring my arousal on even harder.
“Darcy!” Kellan shouts, his voice low and hoarse. He snaps his hips one more time into mine and goes still, body spasming as he releases into me. I throw my head back, reveling in how much seed he always pumps inside my pussy. I always feel almost bloated with how full I am by the end.
Once he’s done, he lies back, moving my legs back down, and pulls me forward until my pussy is over his face. He starts licking in earnest, encouraging me to bounce on him and use him while he holds me down.
Being in this position has my pussy clenching as I start the rapid climb once more, my whole body aching with desire as Kellan tongue-fucks me. The peak hits and I cry out, stifling my gasp with my fist against my mouth as the waves of pleasure crash over me, seemingly endless.
He continues licking me through the aftershocks until my overly-sensitive pussy can’t take anymore and I pull away to lie next to him.
“Oh, my God, Kellan. You have no idea how good that felt.”
“I aim to please,” he teases, winking at me. I nudge into him and giggle, utterly spent. As we lie there, I think back to all thethings that we still have to sort out, but for now, all I want to do is bask in the afterglow.
“You think we could do another date night this weekend?” I offer tentatively instead, my heart squeezing in my chest as I look up at him.
