Feral King (The Dominant Bastard Duology 1)

The thick head of his cock broached her and Minnow’s eyes widened. Rodrigo shouldn’t be rushing anything either, apparently. She had the urge to look back and make sure he wa

sn’t shoving something else up there. The warmth after the ice, the fullness after the days of torment, made Minnow’s eyes roll back. Goose bumps chased over her skin, and she made a small sound of distress as he fucked his length into her. He bottomed out before he was all the way in.

Rodrigo grunted. “Fuck, Sev – she feels so fucking good. This is going to be brutal for you. Take it easy with her if you want to use her regularly.” He stayed still and swept his palms over her back, relaxing her and giving her time to get used to his size. “Once you’re in, give her a minute to adjust, and so that you don’t blow your fucking load right away.” His voice was tight, but not as tight as the ball of need in her belly.

Someone needed to touch her clit. Fuck. It was so humiliating and hot having Rodrigo talk Severin through this as though he was teaching him how to fix a carburetor.

Rodrigo thrust into her, giving her more than her body could handle, and she whimpered. He pulled out until just the tip was inside her, and she whined an objection at the loss.

The slow, rolling thrust of Rodrigo’s hips took Minnow’s breath away.

“From here you just have to decide what you want to do. If you want her to come, play with her clit. If you don’t, fuck her hard and fast, or hurt her to distract her – but either of those can backfire on you. Don’t forget you have other ways to touch her. You can bite her, spank her, play with her ass –”

His breath caught and he seemed to lose his train of thought as he bucked into her hard and fast for a few strokes. She cried out in bone-melting pleasure even though her teeth rattled. God – she hadn’t been used roughly for ages. Severin’s hand came down on the back of her neck. Rodrigo slowed again, both he and Minnow panting. Someone started playing with her ass as someone toyed with her clit. The intimate teasing touches, and the feeling of being trapped and used, had her skating close to the edge, her pussy clutching and aching. When she finally came, she was going to cramp up like a bitch.

“You have to decide why you’re fucking her? Your pleasure? Hers? Are you doing it to make a point about who’s boss? If it’s a reward, keeping a rhythm and making sure she gets clit stimulation is most likely to get her off.”

The words washed over her while she imagined Severin doing those things to her. Close – she was so fucking close. Her body clamped down, cramping in preparation for a massive orgasm.

Rodrigo stopped, gripping her hips hard to stop her from moving. They stopped touching her.

She sobbed low, the sound not quite human. They were so fucking evil.

“Not giving her what she wants is beautiful. Look at her shake,” Severin growled.

“She almost came,” Rodrigo laughed in self-derision. “Ugh. She’s twitching around me. It’s so hard to stop. Fuck...so close.”

Severin pressed his index finger between her lips, and she latched on to it, frantically sucking while he watched her with feverish eyes. “Please,” she begged. “Please Severin – please just let me come. I’ll do anything.”

“You’re interrupting the dominants talking, girl.” Severin swatted her ass and Rodrigo gasped and pulled out fast, dropping his forehead to her back. The tickle of his breath was torture. Could she come just from the feel of a man’s breath caressing her skin?

Rodrigo laid his cock between her ass cheeks and thrust against her, sliding against her sensitized bottom hole and pressing her pelvic bone against the leather, close and yet miles too far from her clit.

Severin grabbed hold of her hair, and as she gasped as he thrust his cock into her mouth, stretching her lips uncomfortably wide as she tried to accommodate him. Rodrigo swore and shuddered over her, the slip of the condom teasing her ass while he found his release. Severin lasted only a few thrusts before emptying into her mouth, forcing her to swallow fast if she wanted to breathe again.

She shuddered hard, on the very edge of orgasm.

“Don’t you fucking come,” Severin ground out, his grip on her hair tightening to the point of real pain.

Too late.

The painful tightness in her belly wound tighter, burst. Torturous pleasure boiled over her, scalding. She cried out in agony as her body clenched around nothing, the muscles in her stomach so taut and hard that it fucking hurt. For long moments she quivered and twitched, wishing the orgasm had been satisfying and brought relief, but it only made her aware of what she hadn’t gotten. She lay limply in her bonds, exhausted and floaty, hating Severin and wondering when he’d pulled out of her mouth. Had she bitten him? He looked irritated.

Rodrigo was laughing and slapped Severin’s arm. “Sometimes that happens, man. They get so wound up that they just spontaneously come all over themselves.” Rodrigo patted her ass. “Was that a good orgasm, preciosa?”

“No,” she whined, shifting in place, hoping someone would take pity on her.

“A ruined orgasm is almost worse than no orgasm,” Rodrigo said.

Yes. Fucking yes, it was so true.

“You disobeyed me.” Severin pulled his belt out of his still undone jeans, which were barely staying up. His dick was still out, and he was hard again. Still? The man was going to be the death of her.

“I’m sorry, Master. I didn’t know how to stop. I tried to stop,” She lied, cringing, waiting for the blow, but it never came. She’d meant to try to stop, but in the moment she’d forgotten.

He sat down heavily on the floor beside her, dropping the belt, and put his forehead on hers. “I can’t punish you right now.” Rodrigo untied her as Severin stroked her hair. “It’s okay. You were a good girl, Minnow. You let me have what I wanted, and you tried your best to obey.” He pulled her into his arms and carried her to the couch. Rodrigo had disappeared.

She blinked at Severin, trying to keep his face clear, but her eyes were too lazy to focus. Hearing him say her name with such approval had shot straight to her chest, starting a warm glow that had no business being there.