Page 89 of Brighter Than Gold

The tower steps seemed endless as we climbed them. And then I finally had her alone. I’d barely closed the door and I was on her, kissing her, touching her, feeling her. When she lifted a hand to my chest I pulled it back, taking both her arms and clasping them behind her back. She moaned into my mouth.

“Did you miss this, Little Raven?” I asked as I unlaced the front of her dress.

“Yes,” she panted.

I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back to look me in the eye.

“Yes, what?”

Her lips parted and her eyes flashed. “Yes, sir.”

“That’s better,” I said, taking her mouth back in mine. I kissed her as I desperately pulled away the top of her pretty dress and exposed her breasts. I dropped my head and took her hardened nipples into my mouth, one after the other.

Reyah’s breath was heavy and her pulse raced, but her brows were pinched and furrowed.

“Worried, Princess?” I asked her with a smirk.

“Yes, sir,” she peeped. Her anticipation of the pain I may inflict made my cock surge and my mouth water.

“The bed,” I instructed her, as I released her from my grip. Her knees wobbled slightly as she complied, stripping quickly as she made her way to the footboard, just like she had so many times before.

All of the fucking things I wanted to do to her, all the punishments, the yelps of pain and the moans of pleasure. I was already a solid mass in my trousers, leaking pathetically onto my stomach. I needed to come, I needed to come before I could think straight.

“On your knees,” I ordered, walking over to the gorgeous naked woman standing at the end of my bed. She dropped to her knees and tipped her head back, opening her mouth for me.

“Close your mouth. Turn around.” She looked confused a moment before she turned on her knees.

I pulled my cock free from my trousers and roughly fisted it as I spoke.

“This whole fucking time, Reyah, I’ve been complimenting your beautiful, black hair. How it makes your skin look even more like porcelain, how it makes your lashes so thick and full.”

I squeezed my fist tighter as I stroked, making it nearly painful for myself.

“But it wasn’t ordinary black, was it? Was it, Reyah?” I tugged her curls lightly and her head jerked back.

“No, sir.”

“Obsidian black hair, right in front of me all this time. And there I was, too innocent and stupid to think it could be a clue about who you really were.”

My balls started to draw up and the pleasure started to pool in my belly as I jerked myself violently, punishingly.

“And once everyone knows the truth about who you are, it’s all they’re going to look at. Oh, how they’re going to fawn over this pretty hair…”

I groaned as I neared the end.

“So I want you to remember this moment, Reyah. I want you to remember me defiling your beautiful black hair every time someone’s eyes draw up to it, every time you’re complimented on it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered.

“Fuck…” I tensed as I came, shooting thick ropes of come into her hair, marring the pretty curls, and marking them as mine. Several long laces shot out in quick succession. As my release slowed, I squeezed the last few drops from the tip, and took a handful of hair to wipe myself clean. My come looked like webbing over her, and it ran in heavy drops down her back.

“Turn around. Look at me.” Reyah turned on her knees. “There, beautiful. Now your hair not only marks you from the North but marks you asmineas well.”

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Reyah

I was confused again at how something so disrespectful was causing my core to flush with heat. Kneeling there, taking his release onto me, it felt so fucking incredible, shameful, and arousing that I couldn’t make sense of it, all I knew was that I liked it, and I wanted more.

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