Masked (Royally Hot 2)

“I will. I will listen,” I replied, leaning in and stealing a kiss. “I promise to obey you,” I said on a gasp. “I promise.”

Chapter 16

Randal

It was morning again, which meant it was almost a full day since I’d rushed to Millstone Farm to save her life. I could hardly believe it was so little time; to me it felt like I’d lived a lifetime of happiness already, just having her with me. I knew we couldn’t have a normal life, not yet at least, but in that small private space it felt like any other day. Every day since I saw her that first time, I’d woken to a thick, pulsing rod of morning wood with Iris’s name on it, and that morning was no different.

But this time, opening just one eye to make sure it hadn’t all been some drunken dream, I saw that for the first time, reality was better than imagination. She was fucking here, in the bed I’d prepared for us, sleeping right beside me. With a love bite in the shape of my mouth on her throat.

Fuck, she was so beautiful—hair mussed, body tangled in the sheets. She was lying in the bed facing me, her hands drawn together, clutching the sheet to her chest. Raising my head from the pillow, I looked down the length of her body. Every curve was accentuated by the white sheets, every valley beckoning me to come explore it.

My favorite valley of all was right between her legs. She’d made a fucking animal of me and I didn’t even hesitate to draw the sheets slowly away from her body so I could watch her, naked as she slept. She had her knee drawn up slightly towards her body, while the leg nearest the mattress was mostly straight.

Very carefully, I slid my hand down, down, down her thigh and slipped one finger between her pussy lips. She was drenched, fucking soaked, and I groaned hard when I felt her silky sweet juices. I went slowly because I didn’t want to wake her, not right yet, and penetrated her half an inch at a time.

My cock was so hard, I thought I might cum right there, without even grabbing my dick. Like a fucking wet dream—and I’d had a shitload of those in her honor, too. I’d made more sheets crusty with cum than I could count.

I gently massaged her cunt walls, like I was telling her to come here, come here. That same motion made her cum more than once last night. Figuring out what she liked and needed made me feel so fucking powerful. That was what this dance was all about.

I would dominate her so I could be her everything; I would rule her so I would know every desire she had before she even knew it herself.

With the pad of my thumb, I touched her clit and she gave a low, sleepy moan. I paused, waiting to see if she’d open her eyes, but she didn’t. Her face didn’t give anything away either. She wasn’t pretending to sleep; there was no suppressed smile, no deep inhale of coming into consciousness. She was still sound asleep, and I was getting her close to orgasm. Fucking sexy as hell.

Her wetness increased and her clit swelled against my thumb. She parted her lips slightly and her breathing quickened. Fuck, I needed to be inside her. Right fucking now.

But just as I was about to get on top of her, she turned her body and drew up her leg, pinning my hand right between her thighs. I tried to rotate my wrist, but she had me pinned in the honeypot. Held hostage by the hottest pussy in the universe.

As soon as I stopped fingering her and massaging her clit, her breathing slowed and she drifted back off into the deep, quiet sleep from which I’d tried to wake her.

She was fucking exhausted, and no wonder. She’d been through hell and back yesterday, and then I rocked her fucking world, hour upon hour, until we were both spent. Then I’d bathed her, gently and slowly, changed the sheets and put her to bed, where she fell asleep almost immediately. Best thing I could do for her now was let her continue. And that’s what I always wanted for her. The very best.

Though it pained me to do it, I slowly dislodged my hand from between her legs, careful not to move more than I had to. Once I had my hand free, I put my fingers to my nose and inhaled. Honey and seashells. My cock responded instantly.

There was nothing like that smell. Fucking nothing. The aphrodisiac to beat them all, bar fucking none.

Cock throbbing and so hard it hurt, I forced myself out of bed, adjusting my balls as I walked to the wash basin. Every muscle in my body was sore from fucking her. And if I was sore, I thought, glancing at her in the mirror, she must be fucking wrecked. After I splashed water on my face and pulled on a pair of britches, I made my way up to my own quarters, and considered my options.