“Please. I need something more. I just… your touch. It… I don’t know what it did, but please, make it come back.”
He paused, his finger slowly sinking between my slick folds. I could tell he was debating over my words and I whimpered when he pulled his hand away. Had I upset him? Had I scared him off? No, it wasn’t possible to scare a man like him off. I felt his presence wrap around me as the chains started moving, and soon, I was plummeting to the floor as my legs grew weak underneath me.
But just before I hit the ground, this strong, dark prince caught me in his arms and began carrying me somewhere.
I felt my back grace something cool and soft, and as I melted into the sheets, I could tell he’d set me on the bed. He lifted my wrists to the headboard of the bed, placing something fuzzy around both of them that rooted me to the spot. I moved my wrists around, trying to see if I could get free, but all the writhing I was doing was simply putting my body on display for him further.
“You are beautiful, my little songbird,” he said.
I stopped at his words, my back settling to the bed as the impact of his phrase echoed through me. Beautiful?
He thought I was beautiful?
His lips were on my body in an instant, the mask and the wetness of his lips bringing out the senses of my skin. I was panting underneath him; writhing and grinding against him like a small, helpless animal. I wanted more of him. I needed more of him. I wanted to experience everything he had to offer as his lips wrapped around one of my nipples. I arched into him, a moan peeling from my lips as his hands splayed out across my hips.
He held me to the bed while his tongue worked my breast, shooting electric sensations along the sides of my body as I called out for him.
“Please. Whoever you are. Have mercy on me.”
But as his lips grew into a smirk around my nipple, releasing it from his warm encasing, I knew he never would.
If there was one word this man didn’t understand, it was “mercy,” and my pussy grew impossibly wet at the thought of what was to come.
Chapter Six – Camillo
I was staring at the most perfect woman I’d ever seen. She blew me away with her naturally submissive tendencies, even if I could see the hesitation behind her eyes. I was almost unbearably turned on by how quickly she had accepted my dominance. She embraced the lust growing heavy between us and it tugged at my chest.
She was a virgin and, when I heard that, my intention was to show her only a taste of this lifestyle. Just enough to whet her palate before I sent her home, wanting more. Unfucked, not quite fulfilled, but just enough to draw her back into my web.
Draw her back into my world.
But the moment my lips connected with hers, a fire raged within my gut. My hands traveled along her supple curves, testing the waters while all she did was roll into me. She was so pleasing to the touch. Pleasing to the eye. Pleasing to my ears. Her soft pants and wanton moans shook the very core of me as I hovered above her, while I tasted the sweetness of her breasts.
The closer I got to her warm, wet lips, the harder I was finding it to do the right thing and stick to my original plan.
Her chest was heaving as my head rose from her bosom. I stalked up her body, feeling her shiver fully against me as her lips puckered lightly in my presence. Her desperation to kiss me forced me to bite back a groan. She offered herself to me so dutifully, displaying every crevice of her as she writhed against the satin sheets of my bed.
If I delved back into those pillowy lips, I knew I’d never come up until I’d taken everything from her and I hesitated, not wanting to lose control. There was no going back. Once I felt the tightness of a virgin, once I demolished the innocence glowing in front of me, I knew all women would pale in comparison to her.
I was trekking into waters I had never sailed before, but I was gravitating toward her. Lowering myself onto her. Feeling her chest press against my suit while our lips connected.
She moved against me, sighing into our kiss as her wrists tugged at the fuzzy handcuffs. I’d fuck her, take her virginity, and introduce her to a world of pleasure that only I could show her. Maybe she was destined to find it. Maybe I was the man destined to lead her into it, but the mere thought of anyone else taking what I now saw as rightfully mine made me shake with fury.
No, this innocent little songbird of mine who had unintentionally wandered into my den would reach her own version of heaven because of me.
And I wasn’t allowing her to leave until she experienced everything she wanted to.
I parted her lips with my tongue, tasting the sweetness of her mouth as I swallowed another one of her moans. Her hips pressed furiously into mine, grinding against my cock as I steadied myself above her. I pulled back and surveyed the flush that had flared over her body. I groaned at the sight as she searched for my lips again, her head rising off the pillow while her black tendrils fanned out around her.
I reached out and supported her neck while I slowly removed the mask from my face.
If there was any fear permeating her body, her reactions didn’t show me she was afraid. My knees planted beside her hips, stabilizing my body, while her swollen lips sat upon her delicate face, begging for attention. I reached down again, encompassing her mouth with mine, and suddenly, my self-control snapped.
r /> Her lips were the softest, ripest things I’d ever tasted. Our tongues dueled like two wild animals. I held her head up toward mine and ran my fingers through her hair, reveling in its softness before I pulled her lips away. She gasped, taking it all in as I exposed her neck to me. Then my lips reached down, sucking in a patch of skin before I began licking all the way down her body.
“My prince,” she moaned. “Please. Oh my god.”
At first, I didn’t think I’d heard her correctly. My eyes wandered up her reddened skin while my body settled between her legs. She had called me her prince. A royal title only given to those born of a certain lineage.