Royal Obsession (Fated Royals 3)
“Mmm,” into the flesh of my shoulder as my eyelids fluttered shut.
Still keeping his fingers against my pussy, he rose up before me, sliding his rough hand up my belly and breasts. A brutal pinch of my left nipple made me hiss and open my eyes. While rolling my nipple back and forth and doing the same with my clit, he kissed me hard and deep, exploring my mouth and rendering me completely helpless to his touch and expertise.
Freeing my nipple from his grip, he slapped my breast once and then again. The pain made me whimper, but it also made me even wetter. I could hear my own slick wetness on his fingers as he worked on me between my legs. He licked a long line up my throat, pausing by my ear to nip my lobe, before continuing up my ear again.
Pleasure, pain, pain, pleasure. Back and forth. Give and take.
But I wanted more. I wanted so much more. I wanted everything and I wanted it now.
“Take me, please,” I begged him, wriggling against my bindings, desperate to have him in my arms.
“You think you’re ready for this?”
I felt his cock pressing into my belly. He was massive. All that throbbing power, all that masculine strength. I had to be able to accept that, to open my body to all of it.
“I don’t know,” I gasped. “But please, please let me try.”
He growled at me a little, then knelt down to grab his knife. Rather than untie me, he cut me free, and hoisted me over his shoulder with a slap on my ass for good measure. He tossed me onto the bed with a feathery hush as I landed in the downy pillows and silky sheets. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, he straddled me, with his hard cock against my stomach and his balls nestled against my lower belly. I gazed up at him, taking in his spectacular, chiseled body. With quick, expert movements, he freed my wrists from their curtain rope binding, and bound one to the headboard.
Then he grabbed a pillow, yanking off the case. Using his teeth, he ripped the pillowcase at its seam and then tore off a thin strip of fabric. He tossed the pillow and torn case aside, dangling the thin strip before me, tickling my nipples with the raw edge.
“What do you think this is for?”
A gag? A blindfold? Another binding? I couldn’t be sure. I shook my head and watched him, waiting for this answer.
“This,” he said, now tickling my belly, my belly button, and the line of my pubic hair with the edge, “is how we seal ourselves together as I make you my wife.”
Taking my free hand in his, he looped the fabric around both our wrists and then sealed us together with a knot. For a long moment I watched him, his eyes growing narrow and dark with desire.
Squeezing my hand, he leaned in for a long, luxurious kiss, then licked a line down my throat, my collarbone and sucked on my nipples. I lay back against the pillows, parting my legs wide for him as he took his place between my thighs again. As he did in the cave, he pleasured me with his lips and tongue. I was nervous, worried about being able to give him what he desired, but the more he licked and sucked on me, the less and less anything else seemed to matter. Before long, I was back in that kaleidoscope of spinning pleasure, sobbing out his name as I came hard into his mouth, always clasping his hand in mine, bound together as we were.
When I was panting and sweaty, he laid me down before him and straddled me, working his way up my body until he was straddling my shoulders, with his cock positioned at my lips. I was completely pinned and bound, able to do anything but lick his cock and kiss it as I gazed up at him.
“Fuck yes,” he said, gyrating his hips to press his cock further into my mouth. “Kiss it. Lick it. Fucking take it.”
I did just as he asked, sucking hard on his cock, using my tongue and lots of saliva.
“You will worship that cock,” he growled, pushing deep into my mouth until I gagged. “You will fucking worship me. Show me you understand.”
It was difficult to nod, to move at all, but I did so, and the movement of my head against him made his cock throb in my mouth. I worked my way around the head, finding a sensitive spot on the underside with the middle of my tongue. When I played with that spot, he shut his eyes and arched his neck back. In that moment, I understood so much. Even though I seemed powerless there below him, I had so much power over him even still.