Chapter 11
Eleven
A good brownie...
What am I if not a good brownie? Other than horny, I mean.
- Arienna
I swirl my tongue around the ball piercing at the end of his dick.
His fist tightens in my hair. I flick my tongue across it.
Hissing in a breath, he shoves my head down as he pushes up into my throat.
I gag around him, and his groan sends shivers all the way through me. I slip a hand between my thighs.
He jerks my lips off him as he tugs my head back. My eyes find his, so needy and desperate.
“No touching yourself, my queen.”
Whimpering, I think about ignoring him. My fingers feel too good stroking me.
But being a good girl, I lift them to his balls and spread my wetness all over him. His eyelids lowering, he wraps his free hand around his cock and holds it to my lips.
Jace groans somewhere behind me, and I glance over my shoulder.
“Eyes on me,” Richard growls, his grip tightening hard in my hair. My head swings back to him, and I find his hot, possessive gaze. It seers into me, brands me, owns me, and I am so damn desperate to have him filling me.
“Please,” I beg.
“Jace,” Richard demands as he pushes my lips back to his cock, “come tie her hands behind her back.”
I cry out even as he fills my mouth. My body shudders; my pussy pulses with need. I move obediently, resting my wrists on the small of my back as I wait for Jace.
My body buzzes with the feel of him behind me. His hands are calloused and warm. His presence is seductive and full of sin. He wraps a strap of silk around my forearms, tying them together so I can barely move them.
Swallowing my king, I think about Jace’s hands sliding down my back and slipping between my legs. I squeeze my throat around him before bobbing my head up. Then back down. He sighs as he pushes into me.
“You’re being such a good girl.” He strokes my cheek with his free hand. “Isn’t she, Jace?”
He moves around to my side, and I can just make out the bulge of his cock in my peripheral. A soft whimper purrs from his throat. “Fuck, yes. She looks so pretty with a cock in her mouth.”
My hands twist behind me. I want to stroke something. Am so desperate to feel something stroking in me. “Please,” I beg again as I lift my head and look at my king. “I want you inside me.”
Smirking, he pushes his cock back into my mouth.
I whimper as I suck his head. Swirling my tongue around his piercing, I take him deeper into my mouth.
“What do you think, my queen?” Richard groans. “Do you think you’re a good girl?” He pulls my head up so my lips are back on his head. I suck him hard, and he pants as he strokes my cheek. Then he tugs me all the way off him so he can look into my eyes.
Jace’s arm is jerking in my peripheral, and I want so badly to look over and watch him, but I don’t. I keep my focus solely on my king.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I’m a good girl.”
His hand wraps around my throat. He pulls me up but instead of letting me straddle his lap, he has me climb up beside him.
Then he bends me over his knees. With my arms behind my back, my head falls onto the soft cushion of the sofa.
My ass sticks in the air, feeling so damn exposed.
Jace is standing right beside my head. His hand strokes his cock, and I shudder as I fight the urge to look at him.
But I want to look at him. Gods, I want so badly to watch him make himself come as Richard makes me.
“You know better than to lie to me,” he growls as he slaps my ass. I jerk forwards with a gasp. My breasts tingle across his knees. My nipples are so hard, my pussy so wet.
My mind scatters though as I try to figure out what lie I’ve told him.
“A good girl wouldn’t leave Jace here all unattended.”
My eyes widen as they finally dart to his bodyguard’s cock. It’s wrapped inside white knuckles. The end of it is an angry purple due to the lack of blood flow, he’s holding it so tight.
Richard’s palm lands hard on my ass. I jerk forwards on a small cry. “Eyes on me, my queen,” he growls, his words laced with a jealous possessiveness that causes my pussy to quiver.
I twist my head around to look at him. My cheek pressed into the white sofa, I rasp, “Then I’m not a good girl.
” His eyes darken, and I see all my needy desperation staring back at me.
My breath catches as I grow heady with the knowledge that someone as powerful as my king is obsessed with someone as miniscule as me.
I smile seductively at him as a thrill shoots through me. “I’m just your good fucking slut,” I purr. His hand slaps my ass again, but this time it’s gentle and approving. I wriggle against his palm, and he squeezes me. “Because only you get to touch me given we’re…”
Oh, drat. My brow furrows as I try to remember the word he used earlier. Come on. I know this…
It’s one of those weird fetishes.
A minority of people like it… Minority… M...
It has something to do with M! Oh, come on!
Richard’s hand strokes from my cheek to between my legs, and I squirm over his lap. “Monogamous,” he supplies, his eyes truly soft for the first time tonight.
“Yes!” I pant. His fingers are so close to my pussy lips.
Removing his hand, he pulls me up by my shoulders. I keep my eyes on him even though I know Jace is jerking himself off again. I keep my lips closed even though I want to yell at him to fuck me already.
Grabbing me by the hips, he guides me over his lap. I get to straddle him this time, and as his cock presses between my legs, I look down to try to line it up with my pussy. But of course he doesn’t let me.
“Please,” I whimper.
“Hand me the clit vibrator, Jace.”
His bodyguard groans as he releases his cock and turns away from us.
He pivots back around with the toy in hand.
He feathers it down my back, and I bow forwards on a cry, wondering how low he’ll go.
My arms flex against the binds, but he tied me well.
I’m not going anywhere. Running the small toy over my arms, he touches the top of my ass.
Then he passes the clit vibrator over to my king before he kneels down behind me.
Feeling the heat of his body at my back, I try not to squirm.
But I know he’s looking at my ass, lower perhaps.
Are his eyes on Richard’s dick? Will he watch as my king enters me?
“Please,” I beg.
“Bad girls don’t get to come.” He tilts my chin up with two fingers as he stares into my eyes. “So are you a good girl, Arienna? Or are you bad?”
I quiver against him. Please, I want to beg again, but I know it’ll get me nowhere.
“I’m bad,” I rasp. My pussy hates me, but my heart loves me as I watch the emotions in his eyes.
The softness, the tenderness, the lowering of walls.
Not all of them yet, but more. And fuck, I am filled with too many emotions to name.
“I love you,” I blurt.
He leans forwards and kisses me. Soft. Deep. Lovingly. But he doesn’t say the words. He places the clit vibrator between my legs. I jerk away from him, the sensations too great, and he hasn’t even turned it on yet.
“Jace,” he says, and his friend grabs my waist to hold me still.
My eyes widen as he places the toy on my clit. I cry out as he strokes his thumb across the runes that’ll turn it on. As it vibrates against me, my cries turn into sobs. Then screams. But anytime I get close to coming, he pulls back and leaves it buzzing a hair’s breath away from me.
“Please… please… My king, please…”
I hump the air, so damn desperate, but Jace’s calloused hands keep me still. And my king keeps me so brutally on edge.
“Colour?” he demands.
“Red,” I lie just so he’ll stop teasing me and give in.
He looks over my shoulder, but Jace is already releasing me and stepping back. I sigh on a smile as I wriggle my hips forwards to press against the toy right in front of me, but he pulls it away faster than I can.
Tossing it on the sofa beside us, he grabs my hips and lowers me all the way down on his lap. But not on his dick.
No, that stands proudly between us. So damn fucking teasingly.
“Tell me what turned it red,” he says softly as he ducks his head to mine. And I know he knows. Dammit. I know he damn well fucking knows why I called it.
And that I lied.
And lying means he’ll punish me even more.
I am not the epitome of grace when I whine, “I just need you in me! And I know you like to edge, and I’m sorry I lied about it being red.
It doesn’t hurt at all, and I trust you to give me what I need, and I know you’re punishing me for looking at Jace this morning, but –” A throaty whimper rips right out of my soul.
“I need your cock in me. Please.” I cry out as he jerks me forwards and pushes into my pussy.
He pulls me down slowly though when I want him to rail into me. Jace groans behind us, but my eyes are solely on my king.
“The colours aren’t just about pain tolerance,” he says as he pulls me down millimetre by fucking millimetre.
“You do not have to justify why you called it. I asked only so I can learn your limits for future sessions, but any reason you call it for is valid. Even if you can’t explain, that is valid.
” He stops my descent when it’s just his tip nestled inside me.
I pant as I stare into his eyes. Trusting him.
Loving him. Willing to take it slow if he needs me to.
“I’m sorry I missed the fact that you needed this” –he pulls me down a bit more– “connection so much.” He kisses me as slowly as he enters me. When I’m halfway down him, he murmurs against my lips. “I needed it too.”
I shudder against him. He pulls me down the rest of the way, but instead of rocking me on top of him, he holds me still.
Filling me but not moving.
Loving me but not fucking me.
Because we’re stopping and reassessing.
Dammit.
I should’ve called yellow.
Groaning, I close my eyes as I rest my head against his shoulder. And breathe.
“Do you want to stop the scene?” he asks softly.