Masked Prince (Fated Royals 2)

She rolled over, still looking fuck-dazed and satisfied, and smiled up at me with her cheek on the pillow. She did that cute thing with the sheet again, pulling it up to her throat. There was something innocent about it, almost wholesome. That was all the hotter knowing I’d ravaged her into total unwholesomeness the night before. And was about to again.

“Good morning.” I leaned in and kissed the top of her head.

I fed her a few grapes and then got her tea squared away. I made sure she ate well, especially the eggs and milk. When we got to the toast and butter, though, I knew I was in for a couple of questions. Because since the moment I’d first seen her, I’d ensured that every single ounce of butter that was consumed in the castle came from her farm.

She stared at the butter crock, blinking and smiling in surprise.

“This is from Millstone. I made this.”

“The obsession runs deep,” I said, buttering her toast for her, and then feeding it to her, bite by bite. Once she made her way through the toast, I made sure she finished all the fruit I gave her and drank plenty of water. She was going to need all her strength for what I had planned for her next.

Once I was satisfied that she’d had enough to eat, I took the food away and then turned to her across the bedroom. She was still tangled up in the sheets. Way the fuck too much fabric and not nearly enough skin.

“Let me see you. All of you.”

She sensed my change in tone and obeyed without question. Hooking the sheet with her toes, she slid her feet down the bed, until she lay naked in front of me. She looked fucking delicious there. Part of me wanted to take her exactly like she was. But it was time to get back to serious business. The things I wanted to do to her the most were way too filthy to do in a featherbed. To work on her properly, I needed restraints.

I leaned over her, pressing my forehead to hers, caging her in with my arms. We were so close that she had to press her chin into her neck to look me in the eye. With cool fingertips, she traced where my hair met the back of my neck.

“What are you going to do to me?” She asked in a whisper.

I liked that, that she sensed I had something in store. But there was a lesson here and she needed to learn it. I ran my thumb softly over her cheek so that she could feel how I adored her, being sure to comfort her as I corrected her behavior.

“From now on, no more fucking questions. I’m going to do exactly what I want to you. That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

She swallowed hard and nodded. “I understand, Sir.”

I rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger to reward her. She arched her back in pleasure, offering me her throat. I kissed her on the spot where I’d left the hickey, thinking all the time: That title. Sir. It bothered me. Generic as fuck. She probably used it for half the assholes that came to buy dairy from her farm. I sucked a deep long pull of her throat and then let her go, as I released her nipple as well.

“I want you to use a word to address me that you use for nobody else.”

“Ummm…” she said, searching my eyes.

“Don’t fucking answer yet,” I told her, scooping her up in my arms, her head over my shoulder and her ass by my chest. With one hand on her left ass cheek, and with my fingers just touching the bud of her anus, I hauled her out of the bedroom and took her into the dungeon, laying her on her back on the fuck table. This time, I secured her thighs and upper arms so that she was spread-eagle and helpless.

Hovering over her, I ran the V of my hand down her slender throat.

“Are you going to be good, or do I need to restrain this, too?”

She looked scared and aroused together, exactly like she needed to be.

“I’m… It’s up to you.”

My growl snuck out of my throat before I could stop it. “What a good fucking answer,” I said. “But I don’t ask you questions for no reason. Tell me.”

“I’ll be good. I promise.”

Still looking her in the eye, I ran my hand down the center line of her body, down her throat, her breastbone, her stomach, her pelvis, and to her pussy. Just as I had with her nipple, I rolled her clit between thumb and forefinger. She hissed and tried to buck back, but the restraints were too tight and she couldn’t move. Fucking perfect.