Masked Prince - Nikolai Andrew Page 0,38
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.
I’d made her come a fuckload of times the night before and I knew she was sensitive. The tip of my cock was raw; I could only imagine what I’d done to the inside of her pussy. But that didn’t fucking matter to me.
“You’re going to want me to stop. I will not stop.”
Her body shuddered and she closed her eyes. She bit her lip as I rolled her clit back and forth, back and forth. I eased up on the pressure just long enough for her to answer. “I understand.”
I knew she’d wanted to ask Won’t stop what? But she’d stopped herself. I leaned back over her again and kissed her deep and long.
When I ended the kiss I told her, “You’re doing so well.”
The fear in her eyes softened and she smiled up at me. “I am?”
“Yes, my sweet,” I said, sliding two fingers inside her again. “You’re perfect, baby.”
A happy little sigh was accompanied by a curl of her toes. “Thank you.”
“But remember,” I said, pulling over a chair that I had beside the table, “I will not stop.”
My praising her had given her the courage I’d intended. “I understand.”
I sat down on the chair backwards, legs wide, throbbing cock comfortable. More or less. The only place it would ever really be comfortable again was inside Iris. But this was alright for the fucking moment. From this position, I had a perfect view of the petal-like pink ripples of her folds and opening. Drizzling out of her I saw not just her wetness but also my own creamy cum from the night before.
Goddamn. Using a big glass dildo from the shelf to my left, I penetrated her. The glass was cold and her body responded to the temperature play with a