Possessing the Princess

My heart thrummed in my chest, the pulse echoing in the heavy throb of my cock.

I was glad I hadn’t agreed to anything with her father yet. Just let him know I had her, that I was in the driver’s seat, and she was safe. Well, as safe as she could be with me.

We were becoming too tightly bound together, but I’d drink from the dangerous chalice tonight.

I trailed my lips from her fingers to the top of her ass where I licked along the chain that dangled, tasting her almost to her starred entrance.

She mewled hotly, her slippery juice spilling down the insides of her thighs.

Straightening up behind her, I ghosted my fingers up her spine, and her shoulders dipped more so she could rub her aroused nipples against the bedding.

“No more of that, my hot little prisoner princess.” I fisted her long hair and yanked her head hard.

A harsh breath escaped her.

Reaching out, I added more slack to the chain and tugged her hair again, harder. “Da. You definitely need a good, rough fucking, don’t you?”

I pulled viciously until Roya arched up onto her knees with her tits pressed out and her ass trembling.

“I think your gorgeous ass needs a seeing to as well.” My filthy words tumbled right in her ear just before I claimed her lips.

Maintaining my grip on her hair, I kept all other contact from her body. I conquered her mouth with my tongue, circling the sleek interior, nibbling at her lips. I tempted her tongue to seek its way between my lips, the kiss wild with longing and spinning lusciously out of control.

Breathing with a rough groan, I let her go. I moved off the bed.

From my dresser, I retrieved an oblong jewelry box of oxblood leather. And I opened the box to withdraw a long strand of smooth shining beads made of precious rubies.

Returning to Roya’s side, I unhooked the gorgeous necklace, watching her lips part when she saw the glittering gemstones I held in front of her.

I stole closer and mounted the bed behind her again. Holding both ends of the strand, I carefully rolled the beads down over her straining nipples, fucking mesmerized by the play of jewelry around those dark, aroused buds.

“You like the color red, don’t you?” I breathed out near her ear, drawing the beads back up over her swollen peaks.

“Y-e-e-s-s-s,” she stammered, arching.

Her beautiful ass rubbed across my thick erection.

I’d purchased the long set of polished beads the second time Roya had made her appearance at The Lykos, wearing an outfit of red once again.

Not that I’d been planning this for months.

Nyet. It had been an impulse purchase only.

“What are you going to do with those?” she asked, her voice all airy when I grazed the stones over the tips of her tits again.

“Probably not what you’re thinking.” I chuckled in a low, gruff tone. “And you won’t be getting my cock tonight, prinkípissa.”

The bedding rustled and the beads clinked when I so slowly pressed down on the nape of her neck to lower her back to the mattress. I tightened the chains, keeping her in place again so she presented just right with her lush ass tilted up.

Kneeling behind her, I admired the sight of her flushed cunt, the lips dripping and her tender little entrance gasping open.

I slithered the beads down along her sopping seam. Then I rolled them back and forth across the length of her pussy, making sure the beads notched and rubbed her labia, her clit, and along her tiny opening.

Roya’s nails curled into her palms at the base of her spine—still bound by my belt—and her juices coated the necklace in a fine sheen.

“Tonight, I’ll use the beads on you. I wouldn’t want to wreck your pretty pussy,” I whispered coarsely.