Page 45 of Prince of Control
I give it to her good, tonguing all along her slit, inside and out–sucking, nibbling, and tasting her. When I bring the pad of my thumb between her ass cheeks and twist it over her anus, she squeezes her cheeks, lifting her pelvis off the bed.
I lift my head, but keep my thumb firmly in place. It’s a mild threat.
“Are you allowed to date other men, Lara?”
Her pussy squeezes, like my stern-dom voice is going to make her come. She looks at me, a mixture of lust and fear swirling in the depth of her dark-lashed eyes.
I slide my other thumb into her pussy and pump, giving her a little pleasure.
Her head lolls to the side, and she moans.
“Hmm?”
When she doesn’t answer, I remove my thumbs and roll her to her belly. “The correct answer is no, lyubimaya.” I pin her down with my hand in the middle of her back and deliver three hard spanks.
She squeals and kicks her legs. She looks fucking gorgeous with her skirt pushed up and her ass bare. It’s giving Catholic school girl vibes, and my dick gets marble-hard.
I grasp a handful of her ass and squeeze, making a growling sound in my throat. “You have the best ass, printsessa.”
I slide my fingers between her legs and find her sopping. Nothing gets a girl wetter than a good spanking, in my experience. I deliver two more spanks, this time to the backs of her thighs, below her ass where there’s less padding.
“Ou!” she protests.
“Let’s try this again.” I rub two fingers slowly between her legs, rewarding her, even as I wind up for more punishment. My thumb fits between her ass cheeks, resting over her anus. She squirms beneath me, letting out a low moan.
I slap her ass several times in quick succession–striking her right cheek, left cheek, then spanning them both in the low center, right over her glorious pussy. I repeat the pattern twice and then stop with my hand resting on her ass, gripping it possessively.
“Are you allowed to date other men?”
She reaches back and covers her ass. “It wasn’t a date!”
My grip on her ass gentles, and I lean forward to push her shirt up and kiss along her spine. “That’s good,” I tell her between kisses. “Because I don’t want to have to take you to the dungeon.”
She stiffens, probably believing terrible things happen there.
“Roll over and give me that pussy again,” I command.
She’s quick to comply, and my heart lurches a little at the sight of her flushed face, obscured by her disheveled hair.
I did that. I gave her that freshly-fucked look, and I’m just getting started.
I return my attention to her pussy, sucking more forcefully. Finding her clit and swirling my tongue around it.
Lara arches her tits up toward the ceiling, her head falling back, mouth open.
“I’m going to fuck you tonight, malysh.” I rise to my knees and unbutton my pants. “And you’re going to be a good girl and take it.” I free my throbbing erection. “Because I need to show you who you belong to.”
I barely register that I’ve said the words that pissed her off last night. I’m speaking my truth, and she needs to hear it.
She does belong to me. She’s my wife. I gave her my name and my protection, and now she’s mine.
I take a moment to shuck my pants and boxers and strip Lara out of her remaining clothes.
“That’s right,” I praise her when her bra comes off, and she’s fully naked. “This is how I’m going to need you every goddamn night.” I kneel between her legs, nudging them open to give me access. “Naked and beneath me, printsessa.” I rub the head of my cock along her slit. “Screaming my name every time you come.”
I shove into her with a single stroke, and she gasps, her fingernails clawing at my forearms. “Are you close to coming, Lara?” I ease back and push in again.
“Oh…au.”
