and stick that ass higher, I want you completely exposed for me." He tugs and yanks his shirt up and over his head as he toes off his shoes. He wastes no time unbuckling his pants, sliding them down his legs, and tossing them aside. He straightens, standing naked, his dick hard and huge. My pussy clenches at the sight.
"Did you not hear?" he growls and steps closer.
I nod and bend my arms, lowering my head, cheek to the bed just as his hand strikes across my ass.
I cry out in pure shock, the sting sending a shiver of delight through my body. How in the world can that turn me on?
"Don't defy me, little one."
I chew on my lower lip, tempted to do just that if he doesn't get a move on. Instead, a moan slips past my throat.
His hands grab my cheeks and squeeze, prying them open, his thumb rubbing over my anus.
I stiffen, because that isn't what I expect, it's not where I need his cock. As if sensing my tense muscles, he swipes his finger over my slick fire and I moan so loudly, my hips stick out further for his touch.
But he's not cooperating and pulls back, then with a quick strike, he slaps my pussy. I flinch and look at him over my shoulder. "Did you just..."
His smirk is so evil, I'm about to explode, and my inner walls squeeze with a growing pulse so fast I don't know how much longer I can take it.
"Please, Eryk," I cry with desperation.
“Prince Eryk,” he growls as his heated gaze drops to the apex between my legs, enjoying every moment of my suffering. He touches me again, fingers dragging over my heat and up over the crack of my ass, lathering me. The more he rubs his thumb over my puckered ass, the wetter I grow. That forbidden area no one has touched, not even me.
He then pulls away from me, and I clench the covers in my fists.
When I look his way, he's leaning over the drawer near his bed where he pulls out what looks like a long, thick shaft made of wood, polished so smooth and rounded at the ends that it almost glints. Now fear crawls over my mind. It's not as thick as his penis, but just as long.
"Umm, Prince Eryk."
"I never said you could turn around."
"Why do you have that?"
His fingers are on me again, tickling over my burning core. Then I feel the cold object at my entrance. "I had it made just for you yesterday."
"You did?" I don't know why he thinks this will turn me on. But before I can respond, he slides it into me slowly. I fist the bed, my pussy gripping onto it as if it's my lifeline. He starts to inch it in a bit more as his thumb finds my ass and pushes into me.
I cry out with a euphoric sound that takes me by surprise at how much I am enjoying this. He skims the rod right into me, filling me while he fingers my ass, and I'm quivering, balancing on an edge of explosion.
Then he pulls his finger out with a pop and walks around to the other side of the bed to face me, except he's left the wooden shaft inside me.
I lift my gaze to him as he stares at me with intense heat, and I see the way he trembles with arousal. He kneels on the bed before me, his cock huge and the tip coated in precum. I know where this is going and I want it beyond belief, so I get up on my hands.
"Fuck," he snarls with unimaginable hunger, his voice so deep my insides tighten. He guides his cock to my mouth, and I take him in, my lips curling over him. He tastes salty and musky, and I roll my tongue over every long inch of him. His hand settles on my head and lets me take my own pace.
I suck him while my pussy is plugged up, and I enjoy every moment of him fucking me this way, squirming as he comes undone under the control of my mouth, my tongue. Maybe this time he'll let me have mastery over him.
When he starts to buck his hips a little, I take him deeper, nearly choking because he is so damn big.
He growls, and I'm quivering as my own hips rock, squeezing the hell out of that rod. For those few moments,