Page 161 of Tall, Royal Hater
There were a tonne of insults vaulting around my mouth, but I bit the side of my tongue and held still. It wouldn’t end quickly if I kept fighting him. And I was desperate to come.
“Better.” He released the end of the leather, and it swung down to the carpet in front of me. Then cupping his erection, he walked backwards to the bed. “Keep still.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I was left immobile, mouth watering, thighs clenching, at the way he rubbed himself. The wayIwanted to touch him.No, I wanted more.
The seconds he took to shuck his trousers, boxers, and socks were twisting agony, but he made me wait on hands and knees until he was sitting naked at the edge of the bed.
Running one slow fist along the length of his big, thick cock, he said, “Now crawl.”
I hesitated. Of course I fucking hesitated. It was the most embarrassing thing I’d ever done. Crawling to a man while he jerked himself off, with his belt around my neck like I was some pet he’d bought.
A toy.A mindless fucking sex toy for his entertainment and usage.
It was humiliating. And yet…
It was the way he watched me, the way it set my body on fire, the promise of what came after that urged me to push past the churning frustration and make the first move forward.
Right hand. Right knee. Left hand. Left knee.
And he actually. Fucking.Moaned. So low, so breathy.So needy.
“Look at you,” he purred. “Such a pretty, perfect menace. Keep going. You’re doing so well.”
A whimper clogged my throat as sharp pulses rang through my leaking cunt. And Iwasleaking. With every hand and knee I moved. Right down my own fucking thighs. I was too scared to look in fear of seeing a trail of wetness dripping onto the carpet. That would’ve been too much humiliation to stomach in one day.
Shehryar took his hand off his dick with a twisting tug and leaned forward when I was about a metre away. “Almost there.” He eased his thighs further apart, allowing me to crawl between them, then swiped up the end of the belt in one hand. “That’s it. Sit on your knees.”
Leveraging myself with one hand against the mattress, I kneeled before him, panting and shaking like I’d run a long-distance race without any prep. All because I was throbbing painfully between my legs and the overstimulation was too much.
He made quick work of looping the belt around his fist, forcing me up higher and closer. His hand went to the nape of my neck, and he crashed his mouth over mine. He lapped at my tongue with a forceful yearning that contracted my lungs on a moan. I clutched on to his knees for balance as I kissed him back with equal vigour and passion.
“How was that?” he rasped through heavy pants against my bruised mouth.
“Embarrassing.”
I felt his lips hitch. “Good.” I glared. His smile crooked higher. “But you did so well.”
A happy shiver tickled down my spine, and I smacked my lips to his in a long second kiss. “Does this mean I get to make you beg and plead now?”
He chuckled, and the way his eyes crinkled at the corners was a stab of cuteness to my chest. It was an entirely new feeling for me—related to him at least. It was a new experience too, bantering and laughing with someone during sex, after he’d punished me on top of that. I had to admit, I really liked it. It didn’t take away from the sexual tension. If anything, it added more intimacy to it.
“That depends,” he said. “Have you learnt your lesson?”
I shrugged. “Probably not.” I teasingly grazed my nails up his thick, hairy thighs. His breath audibly stuttered, and my skin puckered in delight. “I’ll piss you off again at some point. And you’ll make me crawl again or spank me and make me come over and over until it hurts.”
I drew little circles at the apex of his thighs, the way he had done to me, so close to his dick slanted against his lower belly. I swore his erection gave a little jerk. He clenched his jaw, his neck visibly straining. The urge to lean in and kiss it, taste the saltiness of his golden skin was overwhelming.
“But,” I whispered against the prickle just under his jaw. He dropped his head back and let out a low groan. I throbbed all over as his hand climbed into the back of my hair. “I’ll never intentionally make you jealous, Sheri.” I swirled my tongue over his pulse, giving him a sucking kiss, and he swore under his breath. “I don’t have to anymore.” I dragged my teeth towards his Adam’s apple, keeping my fingers moving lazily. “Because you’re already mine.”
He snapped with a harsh growl, fisting my hair and yanking me back to look at him. He was panting, cheeks glowing pink, and the black flames bursting in his pupils charred me down to the bone. My arousal rose out of them like a phoenix, renewed in spirit and strength by ten-fold.
“Fucking touch me, Mariyah.”
“Say please,” I purred, edging one hand closer until I just skimmed the side of his cock.
He gritted his teeth, his hand tightening in my hair, but then his jaw fell slack. “Please,” he rasped. “Please, Mariyah. Touch me. Stroke me. I need your hands around my dick. I’m begging you.”
Oh, fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck. Oh, fuck…
