Chapter 31
Thirty-One
A good little slut doesn’t come while wearing her chastity belt.
Take it off! Take it off! Oh gods, take it off!
- Arienna
“I have been waiting for you to open your pretty, little eyes, my queen,” my king rumbles as he feathers his thumb over my lips. I smile lazily, sleep still blanketing my brain. When he forces his thumb into my mouth, I wake in an instant.
Oh no…
I got really drunk last night, and I always do dumb things when drunk.
How much did I tease him?
I don’t remember.
His thumb pushes in and out of me as I try to think what punishments I might’ve accrued.
“Um…” I try to say around him. “Why – Why were you waiting?”
“Because today I’m going to be very busy. I have debates in four different cities, and I’m meeting King Dravr, so I won’t be back until well after dark.
“Am I not coming with you?”
He rolls me onto my back. Lying on top of me, he kisses me fiercely, his tongue taking the place of his thumb. When he lifts his head, his purple eyes smoulder with a heat that makes me shiver. “Are you up for flying?”
My stomach plummets. “Yes?”
“You can lie to everyone else, but not to me.”
I swallow. Look away. My heart is hammering while my feet are still on the ground. “I don’t know.”
“So take the day to rest, and we can see how you feel about it tomorrow.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, glancing at him, then quickly away.
He tilts my chin up and waits until my eyes find his again. “You have nothing to be sorry about. We all have our fears.”
“Even you?” I tease half-heartedly.
“Yes. I’m terrified of losing you.” His lips crush mine with a desperateness that leaves me shaking.
Roaming his hands up and down my body, he claims me as if he’s obsessed with holding me here.
Forever in his arms. Goosebumps rise over my breasts, my stomach, everywhere he touches, until I’m an aching mess of need.
The chastity belt is a frustrating presence between my legs, especially when I try to grind against him.
Whimpering against his lips, I nip him. He pulls back, his eyes dancing. His tongue flicks out to slide across his lips before he rolls the bottom one in-between his teeth.
“I think,” he says huskily, “my little queen wants me to let her come.”
“Yes,” I pant.
“No.”
“But –”
“This stays on for one week,” he says, cupping the bloody belt. “And if you come while wearing it, it’ll stay on for another two days. So –” He pecks my lips between every word. “You.” Kiss. “Better.” Kiss. “Behave.” Kiss, this time his lips rubbing against mine.
He cups my breasts as his tongue dives in and caresses mine. I arch into him on a mewl. Panting, I wrap my legs around him. Rocking my hips, I want to cry at how cruelly I’m getting no relief. He pinches my nipples, and I cry out as he kisses his way down my body.
“So I’m not… being… punished?” I ask between pants, wanting to make sure there’s nothing else I need to worry about.
His lips hover over a hard nipple, and I curse myself for interrupting him.
“Punished for what?” he asks. “Do you have something you want to confess, my queen?”
I melt at those words. The promise. The heat. The power that he can make me beg for forgiveness.
“I don’t know,” I squeak. “I don’t remember much about last night.”
“You were drunk.”
I nod.
He licks my breast but not my nipple. His violet eyes stay latched on mine. “Until I know your limits and figure out just how in control you are when drunk, you will not get punished whenever you are.”
I try to look at him innocently, but I’m pretty certain I’m grinning. “For anything?”
“For anything.” He kisses my breast. “But I will learn to tell when you are tipsy and when you are drunk. When you are still capable of calling your safe word.”
He sucks my nipple into his mouth, and I cry out. As his tongue lavishes me, I thread my fingers into his dark curls. His tongue flicks across me. His lips caress. I’m panting heavily by the time he lifts his head.
“But whenever you cannot consent, my queen, you will be completely safe.”
He didn’t need to say those words for me to know that. I have never felt safer than when I’m in his arms.
“I love you,” I say.
His mouth latches on to my nipple. “Say that again,” he growls.
“I love you.” I cry out as he sucks one breast and kneads the other.
As his hips rock against me, I curse the barrier of the belt.
“You’re going to say those words with my cock in your mouth,” he rasps as he crawls up beside me. Grabbing me, he moves me onto my knees. I kneel before him as he leans back against the headrest. He pushes my head down, and I open my mouth, wishing it were my other lips that were spreading.
As I swallow him, he hisses with pleasure.
“Say it,” he demands.
It’s impossible to talk clearly with my mouth this full, but I do my best. He groans as he rocks up into me.
“Again.”
“I love you,” I gurgle, my tongue stroking his hard cock.
“Fuck, my queen. You’re so damn good to me.”
Fisting my hair, he sets the rhythm. It’s hard and fast and frantic, and I fight to breathe every time my head rises just enough.
“I love you.”
He groans.
“I love you.”
He pants.
“I love you.”
His grip nearly tightens to the point of pain as he fills my mouth. He knocks into the back of my throat and holds me there.
“I love you.” The words are merely vibrations now, but they’re enough.
Crying out, he explodes into my mouth. He’s so deep, I can’t do anything but swallow, or it’s going to erupt out of my nose.
I massage his balls as he comes. Wanting it all. Wanting even more.
My pussy throbbing with need, I reach my other hand between my legs before I groan in frustration. He groans with utter need.
“Keep me in your mouth,” he orders.
I move my hand up from between my thighs to grab the base of his cock. Lifting my head so I can breathe, I suck on just his tip.
“That’s my good little slut.”
My pussy clenches with pleasure. My heart swelling with love for the man, I pull back his foreskin and run my tongue around the exposed flesh. I alternate between flicking his piercing and sucking on his entire tip. His hands stroke my hair.
Then they tighten.
Then he shoves.
But he never takes full control again, just enjoying the pleasure I wish to give him.
As pre-cum leaks out of his cock, I lick it up and swallow it down. His balls are tight with arousal, and I know he’s on the edge. But instead of letting me finish him off, he pulls me up.
“Lay down on your belly,” he commands.
I dutifully obey.
“Close your eyes.”
My world goes dark.
My ears strain.
My body hums with anticipation.
The bed moves, and I try to track what he’s doing. It’s not a mystery for long as he stretches his body out over the full length of mine. His chest hairs tickle my back. His cock nestles firmly between the cheeks of my ass.
I gasp as I reach back to grab his hip.
“Do you know how desperately I want to push my cock into your pussy?” he says, his breath hot against my ear, his tone deep and husky and strained.
His cock slides along the G-string of the chastity belt, leaving a trail of my own spit.
My cheeks clench around him, the drag of his flesh against mine making me –
“I’m going to come,” I whimper.
“No, you’re not,” he says, never slowing in his thrusts. “Unless you want to keep the belt on for another two days.”
Crying out, I fist the dark-blue sheets as I try to hold it back. “Please no.”
“Then be a good girl.”
I nod feverishly. My body burns hot. I’m a good girl. I’m a good girl.
“Tell me why you’re wearing the belt, my queen.”
“Because I didn’t eat when I was hungry.”
“And did you finish the meal last night?”
I whimper. “No.”
“And did you have lunch?”
I shake my head, tears in my eyes. “No.”
“Those were trying circumstances, so I will give you a pass this time.” His cock slides between my thighs, and I can feel it like a phantom’s touch across my pussy lips.
I squirm with utter need, so desperate to tear this belt off.
“But if you don’t take care of yourself again” –he rubs himself faster against me, sliding back between my cheeks– “you’ll wear the belt for two weeks. Then a month. Then two.”
I whimper, shaking and crying and thrashing my head. The mere threat of that is going to break me down. “Please. I’ll be good.”
He rocks faster against me. My pussy quivers as my ass grows wet.
“Eyes on me,” he growls low.
I twist my head around, my eyes cloudy and full of need. His so dark and demanding.
“That’s my good girl,” he groans as he thrusts his hips one final time. Then he’s spilling his seed all over my back and ass.
Panting hard, I start to shake. Desperate to come.
Even more desperate to listen to my king.
I’m a good girl, I try to tell myself.
But my chest tightens with shame.
That phrase mocks me.
Because despite what he says, I can still hear Stephanie’s screams.