The Beginning of Everything by Kristen Ashley Page 0,133
her head, pain charged through her shoulders.
“Worship!” he barked.
She opened her mouth.
He released her hair, drove between her lips and fucked her face.
She suckled him, hoping to give him what he wanted, earn her reward.
Instead, he used her mouth for so long, she knew he would again flood his seed in her throat and she wanted it inside, but elsewhere.
Just when she’d given up hope, he pulled out, put his hands to her bindings, released them but before she could drop her arms to regain control of them, he jerked both down, twisted them back and then up so they were contorted unnaturally.
She grunted, forced forward into him now, as he held them in one fist, bound them again and then shoved her head down, cheek to the floor.
“Stay,” he ordered.
Oh goddess.
He moved.
Back to the hoop, she moaned as he took away all slack, lengthening her arms, pulling them up behind her.
He then moved again, dropped to his knees between her calves, and he penetrated her, driving into her pussy.
Her reward.
“Yes, please, yes, please,” she whispered.
He thrust, harder and faster, grunting with the effort, smacking her arse as he did, gripping it tight.
She panted, whimpered, taking each thrust, the fringe at her belt coasting across her skin an agony of bliss, she was going to climax just from the pounding.
But he again pulled out, and with a heavy sigh, released his seed all over her arse.
She blew out her breath, holding every inch of her body still, waiting, for she knew all he would need to do was tweak her clit and she’d explode.
He smacked her arse with both his hands and again gripped hard.
“You don’t climax until you know my proper name.”
With that, he released her bottom and took his feet.
She slid her eyes to the side, gazing up at him in desperation as he tucked his cock into his trousers.
“But—”
Gazing down at her, he put his finger to his lips.
Serena quieted.
He dropped his finger and finished with his fly as he shared, “You speak when spoken to, Your Grace.”
She nodded fervently.
“Little mouse,” he said softly. “That is what you’ll be. Do you understand me?”
She did not.
All she knew was she needed to.
She shook her head.
“You are mine, princess. At all times. Even when you aren’t with me. You sleep. You eat. You breathe. You wait for me to call on you. When I do, you do precisely what I command you to do. You tell no one of me. You don’t call attention to yourself. You connect with others only as much as you have to.” He bent slightly at his waist. “And you don’t touch yourself. At all. Unless you have my leave.” He straightened. “And if you’re a good, quiet, obedient little mouse, you’ll receive your reward.”
“All right,” Serena agreed.
“All right, what?”
She squeezed her eyes shut.
“Do not take your eyes from me unless I command it.”
She opened her eyes.
“All right, what?” he demanded.
“I’m sorry, sir, I do not know your name.”
“You will know it. And you will wait to know it until I give it to you. But in all I’ll be to you, the proper way to address me, I am Master.”
Oh goddess.
She could not speak that word.
She could not.
But she would.
She had to.
To get what she needed.
“Say it,” he ordered.
“Will I get a reward?” she bargained.
He bent deep and bit, “Say it!”
“Master,” she whispered.
He moved behind her, dropped again to his knees and leaned over. Holding her by her hips, he shoved his face between her thighs, suckled hard at her clit and made her orgasm within five seconds.
Blindingly.
Worth it.
Worth everything.
Completely.
“Thank me, little mouse,” he murmured, stroking gently inside with two fingers.
“Thank you,” Serena said with feeling.
“I’m sorry?”
She gulped.
And she gave him what he was to her.
“Thank you…Master.”
He stood. “You’ll be attended.”
And then, to her humiliation, leaving her still quivering from her orgasm, kneeling, bound, prostrated, his seed dripping down the backs of her thighs, Serena of the Nadirii waited to be set free.
But really, even if he had just finished using her, she waited to be called to service again.
And hoped she would be.
Soon.
33
The Budding
Prince True Axelsson
The Lantern Room, First Floor, East Corridor, Catrame Palace, Fire City
FIRENZE
True studied his betrothed as she stood at the screened windows, looking out.
She was incredibly lovely.
Lovely in repose. Lovely in reflection. Most lovely when she smiled.
Cassius had won Elena.
He’d done it with a brooding look down at her from the podium at the parade.
True knew this for he had felt her loss in that instant as if