Chapter 39
Thirty-Nine
A good brownie always accepts a gift.
But this one will kill me. - Arienna
Knowing it’ll be the dumbest thing to take the dress off now, I drop my hand as I spin around to face my king.
As soon as my eyes land on his face though, I realise there’s not going to be any ‘smart’ decisions tonight.
The way he’s looking at me is nothing short of a predator moving in on a wounded, exhausted prey.
I swallow hard as I drop my gaze, but if I thought looking down his body would be better than looking into his eyes, I’m a bigger idiot than even Fabia thinks I am. Because dear fucking gods, he is every inch a king.
He stands regally before me. A black jacquard tailcoat hugs his shoulders, with amethysts on the lapels that draw attention to his eyes.
A set of crisscrossing silver studded belts hold up a pair of black trousers, and a black button-up shirt hides behind a purple waistcoat.
A dozen buttons run down it, each one depicting the symbol of Raza.
My mouth waters.
His left hand moves at his side, his first two fingers and thumb rubbing together.
His eyes narrow. “You’re not wearing it.”
I take a nervous step back. Danger! Danger! Danger!
“I said it was non-negotiable.”
I move around the breakfast bar, putting it between us. “I didn’t think it was a good idea. This get-up looks expensive, like there will be other people around” –of course there will be; it’s a ball, dumbie!– “and…” I stop as he rounds the bar. He wasn’t supposed to do that!
“Oh, there will definitely be other people around.” The gap between us vanishes. My heart slams against my chest, feeling cornered, caged, boxed in. “Everyone of importance will be there. Now where is it?”
My eyes flicker to my bedroom. “I– I threw it away?”
“Did you now?” He growls low and primal, and fuck me, who needs a toy?
His hand runs up the side of my waist and over to cup my breast. Squirming beneath his touch, I try not to throw myself at him completely.
But whoever came up with two days of edging as a solution to anything is a flippin’ idiot.
That was you, my little voice says cheerfully.
Fuck you! You’re supposed to be on my side!
“Lying is cause for another punishment,” he murmurs, his other hand trailing up my thigh. “As is defying a non-negotiable order.”
Trembling, I start to pant. “I’m not… lying?”
His hands stop in their caresses as he stares me in the eye. “You’re not?”
My lips part to say no, but the look in his violet eyes is a bigger warning than any vocal threat. Leaning in until his scent envelopes me, he presses his body to mine. “I asked you a question, my queen.”
Ah… But to answer, I would have to still be capable of thinking.
“Every second you don’t answer –”
“No?” I blurt, my eyes wide in uncertainty. “Uh, I mean, yes?” Crap. How did he phrase the question?
“So where is it?”
I squirm as his fingers feather across my sensitive skin. He’s so close to touching my pussy, to releasing a bit of that gods-awful pressure.
“Still inside the box,” I gasp. I don’t even know what it looks like, and I regret not having looked. Now I’m going to be entirely unprepared.
“Did you like me using one on you the other day?” The tips of his fingers play with the seam of my underwear.
A hot flush cresting my cheeks, I think about shaking my head. But even with the embarrassment of being seen by Jace and Karl that time, it would be a lie. Swallowing, I nod.
“So do you want it in you now?” And the way he says ‘it’ brings all sorts of images crashing down on me. His fingers. His cock. The toy. I don’t care. I just want something of his. Anything –
Moaning, I close my eyes and rock my hips as his finger slips inside my panties and strokes me. “Yes!” I rasp.
“Good girl.”
Cupping my breast, he leans down and kisses my neck. Two fingers part my wet lips. They run between them over and over again before sinking inside and claiming what is his.
As he raises his head, I lean forward to kiss him.
Gasping against his mouth, I ride his fingers.
His tongue strokes past my lips. His hand squeezes my breast before trailing up to the top of my dress and pulling it down.
The corset traps it from sliding all the way, but it bares my breasts for him to view. To touch. To worship.
And gods, does he.
First with his hand.
Then with his mouth.
Licking my breast, he places his thumb on my clit.
As I arch against him, he sucks my nipple in between his teeth.
The sharp scrape of pain has me bucking and crying out in pleasure.
One of my hands wrap around his hair, holding him close.
My other joins him inside my dress, but he pulls it out again.
“If I watch you touch yourself, I’m going to come in my trousers.”
With his words hot in my ear, I come all over his hand.
His mouth sucks on my nipple harder. His fingers pump faster. As he drags out my orgasm, building me straight into another one, he releases my breast and kisses me on the lips. His tongue lays claim. His hand cups me.
Then he’s stepping back and licking his fingers clean.
Sagging against the counter, I watch him. My lips part. Desire snakes through me. As does a flair of anger. He’s always so damn in control around me. I want to bring him to his knees like he does me. I want to know that I can.
Dropping to my knees, I reach for him, but he takes another step back. “We’re out of time.” His voice is strained and tight. “The ball is starting soon.”
I kneel there, shaking but trying to breathe. To own that control he’s mastered all too easily.
My pussy has a much harder time doing the same.
Rising slowly to my feet, I fight to keep my composure. I walk swiftly to the bathroom to grab the chillies, only to get there and remember I hid them under the sofa. “Bugger,” I mutter. Then my eyes widen, and I say it again.
Leaning over the sink, my eyes catch on my reflection in the mirror. I crane my neck to the side.
There, absolutely, utterly, impossible to miss is a hickey.
A large, prominent brand of ownership placed right over my pulse. Oh! Damn the man.
The blush that steals across my cheeks goes from a pale pink to an undeniable red as he appears behind me with the toy in his hand. Curved with an egg-shape on the end and vibrating runes up its side, I know I’m in trouble.
Pressing a large hand between my shoulder blades, he pushes me down. My hands rest on the sink as he bends me over and kicks my legs apart.
Breathing hard, I hold his gaze in the mirror as he hikes up my queen-worthy dress and inserts the toy inside of me. Lifting his hand, the same one he moved earlier, he repeats the rubbing motion of his fingers.
Strong vibrations flood my pussy. I sag against the sink, gripping the edge as tightly as I can. My breaths leave me. Ragged and raw. Dropping to his knees behind me, my king pulls my panties down to my ankles and –
Laughs.
A deep bellied laugh that has me jumping in surprise.
“What in Hel’s name is this?” he asks, running his hand across the middle of my right ass cheek.
My eyes widen. Embarrassment fills me. But when I try to straighten and pull my dress down, one strong hand pins me to the sink. He towers over me. His eyes meet mine in the mirror – light with humour.
Gods, he’s beautiful.
He rolls his lips around for a bit as he grins. He’s clearly struggling for words.
“Do you really have a tattoo…” His laugh hits me all the way to my core, squeezing my heart tight. “Of a bucket full of cum on your ass?” he asks, his lips twitching.
I groan.
“With a cat sitting inside said bucket, licking its lips, and saying, ‘This pussy loves milk’?”
“No?” I try, my voice a mere squeak.
Grabbing my chin, he forces me to turn my head over my shoulder. As his other hand cups my tattoo, he kisses me slow and deep. His laughter rumbles against my back and across my lips, burrowing deep into my soul.
Crackling a smile, I laugh with him.
Lowering his head, he kisses my neck.
Then my shoulder.
Then my back.
Moving his way down my spine, he spreads my cheeks, cupping and squeezing them in his hands. His tongue slides across my tattoo. “Tell me what else your pussy likes.”
I spasm, my thighs tensing, my core clenching. “Your... tongue,” I breathe, all laughter leaving me. Closing my eyes, I moan under his caresses.
His tongue slides down my ass to my wet lips. Kissing them, he slips his tongue inside. Gasping against the sink, I lay my body on top of it. The cold stone rubs against my nipples. Between it and him, my body’s overwhelmed with sensations. Hot and cold. Soft and hard. Moving and still.
Trembling, I spread my legs farther apart, giving him more access. Closing my eyes, I reach behind me and push my cheeks against his face. His tongue licks from my pussy to my ass. Massaging the hole, he increases the vibrations in the toy at the same time.
Pressure builds inside me. I squirm against his face.
Heat pools deliciously in my core. Jerking, I scream his name. Spasming and moaning, I come hard.
Stars line my vision. Clouds brew between us. Electricity shoots through me, leaving me weak and trembling above him.
Licking me clean, he lifts my legs up one at a time and removes my underwear completely. Leaving me bare.
The vibrations slow.
His head lifts.
Rising, he kisses my shoulder and lowers the bottom of my dress.
“We really do need to go,” Richard murmurs, pulling me upright. The strength of his grip is the only thing keeping me moving as we stride down the hall.
My thoughts scatter.
But in the haze, one sentence shines like a beacon: Dear fucking gods, he better fuck me all the way tonight.