Page 84 of Tall, Royal Hater
As much as I wanted to keep her gagged and tied, I didn’t want to push her past her limit. That had never been the aim, nor would it ever be. Limits were boundaries to be respected at all times.
I released her other leg and clasped under her chin to get her to fall still and look at me. She kept struggling until I started pulling out the damp fabric of her underwear in her mouth. Saliva laced from the corners of her lips as it came out. She sucked in breath and swallowed.
“Is that better?” I asked. “Or do you want to stop entirely?”
She clenched her teeth for several breaths, then spat, “Fuck you.”
I blinked, my mind taking a second to catch up with what I’d heard. Slowly, my mouth twitched and tilted in an irked smile.
Oh, I was pissed with the impudent attitude that flew off her tongue. I should’ve shoved my fingers into her mouth as I warned her exactly where her insolence was going to get her and choked her until tears streamed down her face. I was clearly going too easy on her if she could still mouth off.
But there was something about the way Mariyah butted heads with me so stubbornly even when she was tied up and at my mercy that made me want to laugh in a way that was only likely to encourage her. It was so like her. To hand out mouthfuls of sass even when she was in a vulnerable state.
It was even more pleasing knowing, in our current situation, her brattiness equated to my power over her. The more she misbehaved, the more I could do with her what I pleased. Punish her, spank her, bite her, overwhelm her. Split her in fucking half until she passed out.
Seemingly, that was what she was growing annoyed over too.
Grinning, I rubbed my thumb over her soft, reddened lips. “Is that the problem? That I haven’t fucked you yet? Is that why you feel frustrated?”
Silence. Glaring, feisty, bratty silence.
“You have to tell me, Mariyah.”
Again, nothing.
Stubborn brat. But that was Mariyah. She needed proof or an incentive that she was going to get something in return before she gave me what I wanted.
Letting go of her wrist and face, I sat upright. I watched her follow my hand as I wrapped it around the root of my thick, aching cock in a tight grip. My breath seized, but her chest stilled too. Pleasure from her transfixed stare and from touching myself intertwined in my core. They turned liquid and sweet asI dragged my hand up and down, and up and down, making myself moan and shudder.
“Tell me, Mariyah,” I croaked, pumping my fist slowly. “Do you still have your implant? Or do I fuck your mouth now and find condoms later?”
She didn’t reply. She didn’t even look away from my cock. It preened under her attention, begging me to keep her entertained if it was what she liked. But I needed her to answer, so I held my fist still.
“Mariyah,” I said again, more sternly, settling my free hand on the soft flesh on her inner thigh and squeezing.
Her dilated eyes soared up.
I knew she had an implant, because I’d been the one who had arranged and taken Esmeralda and her to their appointment in Raven with a trusted doctor in a private hospital.
She lifted her chin defiantly and kept her mouth shut.
“Answer me,” I growled, using the hand around my dick to angle the tip forward. Aching bliss knocked my breath away as I rubbed across her pussy. The softness of her tempted me to forget the question entirely. I’d slide into her all the way with the slightest push, that was how wet she was.
Mariyah’s mouth went slack, and her thighs gave a quiver when I nudged her clit. A hiss slipped between my teeth. “Come on, Mariyah.” Bracing my hand by her shoulder, I lowered myself over her and prodded at her entrance. “Can I fuck you raw, or do I use your throat for now instead?”
She hesitated, confliction playing across her features. “Raw,” she rasped. “Now.”
I groaned as I lowered my mouth, too busy fighting the urge to slam straight into her to care about her tone. My lips skated hers, her minty breath mingling with mine. “It wasn’t so hard to tell me what you wanted, was it?”
Intending to kiss her, I angled my head. But just before I moulded my lips around hers, she whipped her face away. My mouth buried into her cheek, having lost its target, and I held still.
Irritation bloomed like a poisonous flower inside me as my cock throbbed excitedly. My lips broke out into a grin against her damp skin. Every intention of softness and ease vanished from me.
Slowly, I rose up to meet her smug stare. A grated chuckle dripped from my bared teeth.
Oh, she’d fucking asked for it now.
I tore away and slipped an arm under her back, swiftly flipping her onto her stomach; the bind of her torn T-shirt around her wrists was loose enough to twist with her. Mariyah gasped, but I already had her lush hips in my tight grasp. Her arse jiggled as I lifted her up onto her knees. She turned her head, trying to lift onto her elbows, but I pressed a hand between her shoulder blades, holding her down.
