The Heir (The King Dynasty #1)

32. Purgatory

Chapter thirty-two

Purgatory

Eight Weeks Later

L ate at night in the safety of her bedroom, I sit on the edge of the bed with my legs spread and my wife nestled between them. My arms are wrapped around her, my palms splayed on her back, keeping her close to me.

The windows are cracked, blowing a cool breeze and ruffling the sheer cream curtains. The only light we have is the fireplace, and the white beams of moonlight shining down through the windows. But we don't need light to see each other.

"I love you, baby," I say quietly.

These last few weeks I've been rather stifling, I'm afraid. Though she hasn't complained one time, I've had to check myself on a few different occasions to not be so overbearing. I haven't made love to her, too anxious to hurt her, and too afraid to take a chance at hurting our baby when they were both in such a fragile state. But tonight, I can't take it anymore. I need her.

"I love you more," Isobel says softly.

My heart warms, knowing that just a few weeks ago I'd been begging her to say those very words. Now they flow from her lips like the honey God promises us when we get to heaven. And I eat it up with no shame, having spent a month solid in hell while she was taken from me.

Murmuring gently, I soak in the heat of her body, the feeling of her flesh against my lips, her soft hair brushing my arms gently, her nails scratching the nape of my neck as she attempts to shuffle closer. There's no use, there's not even an inch of space between us. I won't let there be.

I kiss the center of Izzy's chest, ignoring her breasts heaving gently up and down. Her tummy is trembling, so I bring a hand up and place it there gently. Loaning her some of my warmth. Though her stitches from her stab wounds are now gone, I'm cognizant not to apply too much pressure.

"King," she whispers, her voice is thick with desire, making my heart soar. "I need you."

That might be true, but I need her more. I need her so much I'll prioritize her pleasure over mine every time.

I give her a little lick, making her suck in a deep breath. Drawing a hand up the inside of her robe, I inch my way up the silky skin of her thighs until I reach the swell of her ass and grab her firmly, my hand encompassing and bunching up her flesh.

"Where do you want to go tonight? Heaven, or hell?" I ask quietly. Tonight can be her choice. I'll bend for her, a little .

Isobel's silent as the music swells and wanes around us. I run my nose along the underswell of her breasts, savoring her scent. I've been taking my time with her since she's been home, reestablishing our intimacy. Not taking a single touch for granted. She looks down at me with her velvety brown eyes. "Can we go to both?" she asks hesitantly.

I hum before drawing her nipple into my mouth, relishing her tiny moan of pleasure, tugging it firmly and then let it loose. "If you really want to make it fun," I say quietly against her skin. "Let's take a little trip to purgatory while we're at it?"

She gives me a little giggle, signaling her nerves are starting to fade away, and I groan as her fingers sink into my hair drawing me harder against her as I work to take her other nipple in my mouth, trapping it lightly with my teeth and making her squeal. "Purgatory?" she gasps.

"It's the holding pattern where we both submit to suffering for a while."

Because I won't be putting my dick inside her, I'm too afraid right now. But, I can pleasure her in other ways.

"Sounds… intense ."

I smile against her flesh, nibbling a little harder. "Well, it's defiantly not boring. Are you ready to suffer for me, baby? I'll make you feel so much you'll never want to go back ever again."

I stand up, licking a trail between her breasts, up her neck until I reach her mouth. I tilt my head and just nip at her lips, tugging them with mine, licking over the plump flesh playfully. I bite down, tugging her bottom lip hard then kissing the sting away.

"Yes," Isobel whimpers, trying to press deeper. But I won't let her.

"Beg me," I say, licking the tip of my tongue along her mouth. "Be a good girl and beg me for what you want."

Her nostrils flare slightly at my command. "Fuck, you're bossy. Always wanting me to beg you for something."

I chastise her by slapping her ass lightly making her giggle and playfully push me back. I stand up off the bed and pick her up carefully, laying her on our bed and then crawl on top of her.

Her body tenses as I move my head and pull her nipple into my mouth. I give her soft teasing sucks, loving the look of her nipples after I've elongated them with my mouth. I pinch the other one, making her arch under me. She whimpers again as I hum against her, the smell of her arousal permeates my brain and I feel her sliding down just slightly, trying to spread her legs wider for me.

Moving, I reach into the nightstand and pull out a toy I'd bought for her that I'd originally wanted for other reasons, however, this situation will work just fine. I maneuver us quickly, pushing her knees up and out before settling down next to her and seeing her look at me curiously.

She's beautiful like this; her lids are half closed as she breathes deeply. "What's that?" she asks softly, seeing the device.

I smile, seeing her blush. "It was originally supposed to be for your punishments, but now, I'm going to reward you," I say. Lowering my hand I nestle the hole of the toy over her clit and then press the lowest setting, seeing her jerk in shock as the toy hums to life.

"Oh my God," she moans, closing her eyes and tossing her head back.

I watch, relaxed, as her breasts rise and fall faster with her arousal. I give her a minute to get used to the lower setting before clicking the button two more times, increasing the toy's sucking intensity. Isobel's mouth shapes into a pout, and the features of her face tighten before her eyes fly open wide and she brings her head down to look.

"Uhhnnn," she complains before tossing her head back against the pillow. The sound is so sexy that a spurt of precum shoots out my dick and across the inside of her thigh. I bend my head back to her breast and take her nipple softly into my mouth again, wanting to take this slow since it's our first time together since her attack. "No, Hendrix. Harder!" she moans, and I groan, feeling her begin to buck into the toy.

"That's it, baby. You're doing so good," I whisper against her nipple, and as she starts panting harder preparing to orgasm, I pull the toy away making her whimper.

"King, no! Don't! Put it back!" she cries out, flinching as I roll her nipple with my teeth.

"Uh-uh." Pulling from her breasts I lower my mouth to her lips and kiss her protests quiet until her panting is diminished, then put the toy back on her, letting her wiggle and squirm before I ramp up the intensity a couple more clicks with no warning. The harsh panting comes back full force and, mesmerized, I watch her breasts quivering and heaving as she's thrown just a bit faster to her climax.

Then I take it away.

"Noo!" Isobel yells out, trying to reach forward and grab the toy from me, but in a fast movement I lay my forearm hard against her chest, pushing her back down into the pillows and keeping her trapped. "What are you doing?" she complains in a small voice.

Her eyes close as I nestle the toy against her again at a setting just a bit lower, not giving her the intensity I know she craves.

"I'm edging you, baby."

"Edg-" she cuts off her words on a sharp cry as I lower my mouth to her nipple and nip and suck until she's squirming so hard under me that I'm forced to lay half my body on her to keep her legs open. She breaks out into a mist of sweat, the sight of her biting her lip and furrowing her brow as she looks at me, imploring me with her hazel eyes, causes my dick to jerk miserably, needing relief. "King, no. Please stop-" she sobs .

"Don't ask me to stop. I won't. I've waited too long for you. To make you feel so much pleasure that you can't stand it."

Isobel rolls so hard into me that I pull the toy away from her and encase her neck with my hand, feeling her pant for breath wildly against my palm. She's whimpering long tortured sounds. Clutching at my shoulder with one hand, my bicep with another.

I press my body into hers and pull her head back to look at me. Her breath washes over my face as I work my other arm between us and then nestle the toy against her again, feeling her stiffen so hard we jerk together as one, but I keep her tight in my palm, making her stay still.

"K-King, King…" she's stammers, desperate. "Please, I'm begging you. I'm begging. I-I" Her eyes go wide as I pull the toy away. "Noooo," she sobs, her entire body heaving with them as she begins to cry tears of pleasure. "Oh God, noooo…."

"Aw, what's the matter, my love?" I keep my voice soft, level. But God, her scent is saturating my lungs, making me feral. "I'd do this to you most of the night if I thought you'd let me get away with it."

Her chest shudders as she pins me with a look. I smile wickedly, bending down to blow a stream of cool air against her wet nipple at the same time I place the toy back against her. And when I take it between my teeth and clamp down, lashing at the tip with my tongue, I press it to the highest setting, and lay my full body weight on her heavily. Shocking her.

"King!" she screams, and I feel her heaving, trying to buck against me, but she can't move.

Her first orgasm hits her so fast, that it takes us both by surprise. She squirts wetly against me on a wail, but I stay still, sucking with my lips, nipping with my teeth, and keeping the toy right there.

Isobel's undulating against me, trying to get me off her. Her nails dig into my back, and the next orgasm she has draws blood as she slashes her nails down my back so hard that I tense, groaning against her breasts.

"Ohhh you're going to get more for that," I warn. Even though I'm not inside her, I begin to grind my hips into her, pressing my dick into her thigh.

"King, you can't do this to me!" She's shaking her head and pleading, but I'm busying going back and forth between her nipples, tugging harshly.

"God you taste so fucking good, princess," I moan, latching onto her right nipple, which I've found is slightly more sensitive than the other and settle even deeper. Sucking and sucking.

Isobel's breathing hard through her nose, almost like she's hyperventilating. She bends her knees back, moving restlessly against my torso. And with this next orgasm, she squirts so hard I can feel it gush over my hand. Every nerve ending roars to life as she tosses her head back and lets out a sound that's new to me, so mournful, that I orgasm at the sound of it.

All over the toy, my hand, her pussy.

Warm lashes of semen cover the wet spot she made on the bed. As the toy continues to buzz, she seizes up, and I decide to take pity on her. I let go of her nipple reluctantly, and then look down before taking the toy from her.

The sight of her clit popping loose from the suction of the toy, and the wet sound it makes almost stops my heart. Her pussy is visibly twitching, letting me know how overwhelmed and pleasured she is. Tossing the toy to the side I hurriedly pull up on her pussy to get a better look.

"Goddamn, you're so pretty," I praise her, eyeing the deep red flesh between her legs. I take my time raking my gaze up her body, visually eating up every inch of her.

Isobel's so weak she looks barely conscious.

I turn her slightly to get her out of our combined juices and then settle down onto my front, taking a second to breathe in her smell before I lower my lips to her and lap a hot, slow lick up the seam of her pussy, then seal my mouth over her clit. I'm purposefully gentle, but Isobel still seizes up again on a soft cry and rolls her hips into my mouth. I keep my mouth on her until her fight is gone, and there's no more movement or sound from her.

Just like the last time she passed out, I bathe us both, and then carry her to my bed where we sleep the rest of the night away.