Blackmailing His Bride (Court of Paravel)

“You just love this, don’t you, humiliating me because I have a title and I live in a big house and you don’t. I bet you despise everyone at Court.”

Jakob drives two fingers deep into my pussy and pumps them slowly in and out of me. “Does that feel good, little fox? Does that feel like I despise you?”

I moan and arch into his hand, fiery sensations coursing through me. Beneath my belly, his erection rubs against me through his pants.

“Screw you,” I whimper, bracing my knees wider.

“Such a sulky little girl with a red bottom and a wet pussy. Perfect, baby,” he purrs. But abruptly, he pulls his fingers out. “But getting fingered is for good girls who take their punishment without complaint.”

And he starts spanking me all over again.

I scream and yell at him as much as I can find breath for, but he doesn’t listen to me, and he doesn’t stop. Finally, I start to sob. We nearly died tonight, and the only reason we’re not dead is because Jakob saved both of our lives. He saved Dad’s life, too, by not letting me tell him what I’ve done. And yet he’s blackmailing me to get what he wants.

Jakob lets me go, but I have no energy to do anything but to lie across his lap and cry. I suppose that was his intention.

“Come on, little fox. Come here. I’ve got you.” He gathers me up in his arms and holds me against his chest.

“How dare you do this to me?” I sniffle. “I knew you could be mean, but that was just cruel.”

“You’re going to be my wife. I’ll put you over my knee whenever I think you need it.”

“I’ll never marry you.”

He kisses my temple. “Don’t worry about convincing your parents about our match. You just focus on doing what I say and I’ll take care of the rest.”

“I hate the way you talk to me.” I lay my cheek on his shoulder and close my eyes. What must it be like to be Jakob and think you can steamroll over everything that stands in your way? “You’re forgetting I have a title. I can’t marry just anyone even if I wanted to.”

So there.

“I’ll find an excuse for us that will convince Levanter and your father, but the reason we’ll marry is because you’re in love with me.”

I start to laugh. He’s delusional on top of everything else.

“I’m glad you find this amusing,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “Your smiles are so rare. But right now, I think I’d rather have—” his fingers dip down along the seam of my sex and when he drives one into me, I gasp “—this from you.”

I let my thighs fall open and give into him. He pulls my white nightshirt up and tweaks my nipples.

“So pretty, little fox. I like you in white. So bridal.”

I watch him thrust his finger in and out me, one hand curled around his bicep and holding on for dear life. “Just because you make me come doesn’t mean I’m going to marry you, or that I even like you.”

He twists my nipple sharply, making me cry out. “Don’t tell me lies. Now sit up. Take my pants off so I can fuck you.”

“Do it yourself.”

Jakob drives his fingers deeper in quick thrusts. “I’ve got my hands busy with you. Do as you’re told or I’ll spank you again, come on your ass and put you to bed. I’ll handcuff you, too, so you can’t get yourself off.”

I glare up at him. He really would do that.

“Yeah, I would,” he answers with a grin.

I sit up in his arms and turn over, as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of me, and undo his belt and pants.

“Suck me. I want to know what Lady Sachelle looks like with a mouthful of cock.”

I lean down over him as I draw his stiff length out of his pants, and caress him up and down with my hand. He’s thick and veined, and just looking at him makes my mouth water. I dip my head and lick across the head, and then take it in my mouth, listening to him groan in satisfaction.

He grabs my hair and pulls it tight. As I moan, he forces his cock deeper until my throat convulses, sending a spasm through my pussy. God I fucking hate him. I moan my hate on his thick cock.

The moan becomes a whimper as he takes his fingers out and slides them up to my ass. With one wet finger, he circles the tight ring of muscle, and then works it in.

I squeal around his cock at the unfamiliar sensation, but a moment later I relax and let my back arch. That’s weird as hell, but good weird. Deliciously dirty, too.