Page 197 of Tall, Royal Hater
The hot buzz of excitement riding the zipline of my spine built up in speed and ferocity in the four steps that took me to the door. I exited the bathroom into the short, lit-up corridor, my thumb brushing oh-so-softly over the flat, cog-like knob on the little remote.
I curled my smirking bottom lip into my mouth as I nudged it anticlockwise towards the minus sign. Then took the three steps towards my bedroom on the left and halted.
Fingers on the handle, tipping my head towards the white wood of the door, I rotated the flat knob the opposite way to the plus sign. All the way.
A rough yelp echoed from inside my room.
Hot jolts of power and pleasure reverberated through my body.
I counted to ten, then turned the dial the other way. Counted again and turned it up.
Up. Down. Up. Down, all the way. And up again.
“Fuck.” The hoarse roar burst through the fibres of my bedroom door.
Shit, I couldn’t wait any longer. I desperately needed to witness the mess I’d made of him. See the faces he made when I toyed with him in 3D. Hear his moans and cries from close up.
Watch him beg at my feet.
Knowing the vision of him was going to wreck me forever, I took a second to brace myself before heading in.
My bedroom wasn’t anywhere near as big as the rooms in any palace, but it was still spacious. A queen-sized bed drapedin yellow and white dotted bedsheets was tucked in the top left corner with a bedside cabinet and two windows spaced equally apart and covered in grey bespoke shutters along the same wall. A three-door cupboard with a mirror sat on the right with a chest of drawers, and on the other side, opposite my bed, was a two-metre by two-metre bookcase.
Right in the centre of the grey carpeted floor, by the side of my bed, was my gorgeous dickhead.
Kneeling shirtless.
Hands bound behind his back with a dark blue scarf.
Torso hunched forward, trembling. Sweat glistening on his golden skin under the yellow lighting.
He dropped his stare from the ceiling when he heard me enter. His gritted teeth came apart. Cheeks flushed. Eyes glazed, bright, ferocious.Pleading.
And my pulse fell so hard and heavy between my naked thighs I nearly groaned.
“Mar—Mariyah—Mariyah,” he choked out so huskily it was barely above a whisper.
Oh fuck…
With a blind push, I shut the door behind me and sauntered slowly to the bed, both to take my time looking him over and to ensure my knees didn’t give out under the consuming arousal.
“Mariyah.”
I sat myself with the laziness of a cat at the edge of my bed before him, the cool sheets teasing my hot skin. Thighs just slightly spread, one leg stretched out, palms braced on either side of my hips, I skated my gaze down his glistening neck and heaving torso, lingering on his bulging biceps, the tattoo over his heart, and the rippling muscle of his abdomen painted in dark hairs.
All the way to where his black slacks were zipped open. Pulled wide apart. Boxers tucked under the thick, hard length of his cock jutting up against the gorgeous cut of his stomach.
Pulsing. Giving little twitches that tallied with the pained winces on his face.
Matched by the intensity of the vibrating love egg wrapped around his dick like a pretty blue bow.
Controlled with the remote in my hand.
Tracing the smears and drips of pre-cum across his lower belly and down his dick, I hungrily licked between my lips. What I would have given to get down on my knees and drag my tongue across his skin, swiping up every drop of his salty taste. If he was a good boy, maybe I would.
“Oh, Sheri,” I purred and cocked my chin. “Look at the mess you’ve made all over yourself.” I tutted him for his naughty behaviour as I toyed back and forth with the remote dial.
He gave an adorable little jerk, the pulsing vibrations of the toy harmonising with his choked breath. “Mariyah—Mar—please.”
