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“Yes, Sir.” I whimper.
Crack!His hand connects with my ass again.
“I want them to see what a needy slut you are. Can’t even keep your hands off your dick like you’re told.”
Oh Gods. Oh Jeez.
“Keep that back arched like a good boy.”Smack!
I’m gonna have one helluva handprint on that cheek.
His cock slides into my wet hole, and I nearly lose my damn mind. I didn’t think this would feel good, but it does. A long moan leaves my throat, and I’m reduced to breathless whimpers.
“Please, please, please!” I don’t know what I’m pleading for. More of Zhang’s monster cock? Yeah, okay, that.
Zhang growls, giving me what I want, even though I’m being punished. He’s wild and out of control. Ragged pants punch from my lungs. Fucking hell, I may never catch my breath again.
“Fill me, babe. Fill me up. I wanna smell like you,” I ramble. I’m mildly aware that he’s taking me in front a crowd who’s no doubt stopped what they’re doing to watch the prince fuck his new and poorly behaved husband. Shame heats my skin, more blood flows to my cock.
My brain’s really gotta stop sending blood there.
“They can all see me owning you, fucking you so good.”
They can. Oh Gods. The fiery embarrassment stings, turning me on more in the process. There’s something dripping from my cock. Shit, it’s drooling.
I do what I can, held in place as I am, choking Zhang’s smooth cock with my ass. He tightens and a rabid moan rips from him as he fills me up. Every hit against my prostate heightens the arousing ache in my balls that yearn for a release they’re not getting. I am so Godsdamn horny.
The pace of his hips slows, and the loud squelching quiets. He sucks on my neck and reaches under my shirt to terrorize my nipples.
“This is going to be a lot of fun,” he says.
“For who?” I whine, the very definition of sexually frustrated.
“Who do you think, babe?” He kisses my cheek. “I’ll need a plug over here!”
I am so screwed.
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
Treyu
Iam Treyu, living sex toy. That’s right. I’ve become a living sex toy for my husband who told me to bend over the bed this morning just so he could use me, and I don’t hate it. Or maybe I’m more like one of those sex dolls like they have on Earth. In any case, I’m used, abused—in the hottest way possible—and left hot and needy.
Zhang gets handsy, grabbing my crotch on the way down to the special adults-only wing of the palace. There’s only one reason you wander down here.
“Who are you?” I say. He’s become addicted. He can’t stop touching me.
“I can’t stop thinking about it.”
My lips twist into a smirk. This punishment has had unexpected results. I’ve never seen him this unhinged. It’s almost worth it for two days of orgasm denial.
“I’m going to make you so wet, and then I’m going to roast your bottom with a paddle before I fill you with my star seeds.”
“You’re blaspheming the term starseed.”
“I know. You like?”
“The blaspheming yes, the torture, no. My dick is going to explode if you do anything else to it without letting it explode.”
