Page 17 of Truth
“I want it!” My breath is caught in my throat. “Please. I want it, King…”
I’m laid open, legs wide, unable to move, being held in place by a large hand at my breastbone, and my pussy is drenched from the punishing motions of King’s fingers. I’ve never felt so alive. The harder and faster he moves, the more I struggle to meet his pace. I’m all need and sweat mixed with desire. It’s animalistic. My head’s thrashing back and forth as I grip the bed beneath me, needing, wanting the release that is gathering like a tsunami.
The cold metal around my hard buds jars my attention, and my eyes pop open as he affixes the clamps to my taut nipples. “Your body is screaming for it. You need it. You want it…” He pulls at the chain that connects the clamps, and they bite into the tender flesh.
“Oh yes.” My body reacts before I can register what is happening. I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience, watching myself buck and writhe into King’s hand as he masterfully conducts my body into a symphonious orgasm, compounded by the sting from the clamps.
“That’s it. Let go—feel it all, baby. Soak my fingers.” His arrogance spurs me onward.
“Oh god, King. I’m going to…!” My body curls inside itself with the intensity of my orgasm, causing me to arch up against his hold, eyes closed, my hands fisted so roughly they turn white. I orgasm violently, so violently it may kill me as it rebounds against the pull of the clamps held by my hardened nipples.
I feel him remove his fingers, the burn serving as a reminder of his declaration not to be tender. I suck in another breath at the loss, slowly opening my eyes to see him lick his fingers, tasting my pleasure. My breathing is still unsteady from the intensity of my release.
“Shh, it’s okay.” He slides his hand down from my breastbone and skims it across my sensitive clit. “I know it burns, but I’m going to kiss it and make it better. You fucking taste like a dream…my mouth wants to take up permanent residence on this pussy,” he croons, reaching back up to massage my breasts, rolling the hard nipples in between his fingers.
“I don’t think I can take any more…” My voice tapers off as the sensations from my nipple begin to reignite my spent libido.
“Your body tells me a different story. Like when I do this…” Pinching his fingers together, he slowly increases the pressure around my nipple, already sensitive from the clamps, until I feel a sting on my skin. “You want this. It’s what you need—tell me I’m wrong. Let me show you. The pain can be intoxicating…” My eyes flutter backward, enveloped by the sensations saturating my body.
“Oh my…” I breathe out as I writhe on the bed under his skilled hand. “God, I can’t take it.”
“Baby, we’re just getting started. I’m not your god—I’m your King.”
My body feels spent, and my eyes don’t want to stay open. King followed through with his promise to kiss and make it better, and now I find myself being tucked into this huge oversized poster bed with silky sheets and a decadent deep red comforter. His gentleness and care seem at war with his dominance, and I want to think it’s a gift just for me. A gift I get to keep for myself.
“Sleep now,” he coaxes as he stands next to the bed.
“You aren’t leaving me? In this room, that’s in the middle of a sex club…” Sitting up, my eyes have zero problem staying open now.There’s that damn grin.
“We aren’t done, baby. You said one night—it’s only 1:00 a.m., and as far as I’m concerned, I have you until 11:00 p.m. this evening. Twenty-four hours. That’s the deal.” His voice is sure, confident in his proclamation.
My eyes grow wide with surprise. “Hold on a minute, I said one night. So technically, it’s morning—our arrangement is over,” I level back, propping myself with one arm.
“If you think I am going to roll over like a nice puppy because you flash your tits at me, you’ve underestimated me.” His eyes drift down to my chest as he bites his bottom lip.
Looking down, I realize my sheet has slipped down during my shock. “You’ve seen them. I don’t use my body as leverage, and if you think you can tell me what to do with it,you’veunderestimatedme.” I won’t let that happen again. I’ve learned my lessons from Nick.
He puts both hands on the bed and leans forward. His presence is overwhelming. I’ve dealt with powerful men in the boardrooms, and frankly, I may not be my old self completely, but I won’t backbend to anyone, not even King. But damn it’s hard for me to think when he’s this close. I’m thinking with all the wrong parts.
“I want you. What do you need me to say to make that happen?”
Covering my chest up, I close my eyes and take a beat. “Try saying please, King. I can tell ‘please’ isn’t something you use often, but nobody is allowed to disrespect me. Ever. I decide how long and whom I spend my time with. Don’t be a dick.”
We stay in our standoff until he sits down on the bed, brushing my hair from my face. “I want you to stay with me all day, please.”
“Okay.” My mouth slowly turns into a smile.
“Yeah?” he questions with a wrinkled forehead.
“I said yes. Now, can we sleep, in this bed, that’s inside of a fucking sex club?” Shaking my head, I let out a breath that lives between disbelief and humor.
“Does it bother you?” His face is suddenly serious as he pulls his pants off to get into bed.
I take stock for a moment. “No, strangely enough, it doesn’t. Does that make me so completely strange?”
“It makes you perfect,” he answers, wagging his eyebrows.
“Sweet talker,” I joke, scooting over to make more room for him.
