Chapter 36 #3
He smacks my pussy, the sound of leather hitting leather vibrating through the room as the power moves through me. My mouth watering, I reach for him, but he shakes his head.
“It’s your turn,” he says.
“I’m going to bite you,” I mutter.
He laughs, loud and deep, and my heart stops as I drink him in. He laughs so rarely. Gods, I don’t want this night to end.
“Throw,” he says as he gestures at the table.
Turning, I grab a knife. Moving to his side, I look at the target, but right as I aim, the bloody thing moves!
“Hey!” I shout.
“Just calculate the distance as well as the speed,” he says as if that’ll actually frickin’ help.
The target slides in the opposite direction. I watch it for one more run before I decide there’s no way I’m going to hit it. Reeling my arm back in defeat, I toss the knife.
My mouth falls open. “That’s a bull’s eye!” I scream.
Laughing, I turn to face my king and snap my fingers. “Trousers. Now.” I hold out my hand.
His slips his fingers over mine and pulls me towards the kitchenette. “Food’s ready,” he says.
I giggle as I follow him. “Are you giving up now?”
“You need to eat.”
“Uh huh.” Smiling, I peck him on the nose as he sets me on the counter. His eyes narrow on me, not amused, but his mouth twitches, so I grin harder.
Stepping back, he pulls out a tray full of steaming food from the ‘kitchen’ cupboard. As Jace and Deirdre join us, I beam and kick my feet. “Did you see my throw?”
“Absolutely perfect,” Jace says, his eyes on my body. My lips part as his gaze caresses me everywhere. “Sit beside her,” he orders Deirdre as he picks up one of the green chillies garnishing the large plate of stir fry. Hopping up onto the counter, she opens her mouth as he steps between her legs.
He brushes the tip across her lips. She bunches her skirt up to her waist. Richard runs his hands up and down my thighs, his fingers causing me to shiver. I wriggle, then gasp as Jace starts to trail the chilli down Deirdre’s body.
“Oh my gods,” I breathe as he trails it between her legs. She isn’t wearing any underwear.
That’s going to frickin’ sting.
But Deirdre only moans as he pushes it between her lips. Her fingers press into the wood of the bar. Her head falls back. Her breath leaves in little pants. I want to turn and kiss her. Then suck on her gorgeous tits.
As Jace raises the chilli to her mouth, she sucks it in with her eyes on him. He grabs his cock with his other hand, his triangular knife pointing up from his knuckles, and rubs it between her pussy lips.
Dear gods, the guy is a bloody masochist.
Richard leans in and kisses my neck. I arch on a moan, my skin so sensitive. His hands on the knots of my chastity belt, he asks, “Is my perfect little slut going to eat?”
It takes me a moment to hear what he said, my brain so utterly fried. But then I jerk a hand towards my plate and pick up an egg roll. As he starts to undo my belt, Deirdre reaches over to me, about to cup my breast.
Jace grabs her hand and slams it down on the counter. She hisses in pain as I jump. I start to ask if she’s okay, but before I can form a single syllable, she’s arching back on a cry as Jace fills her with one strong thrust.
Then I’m crying too as Richard slips his fingers inside me. The chastity belt is on the floor. His lips are on mine. As he chases me to the edge of pleasure, I shake with utter need. “I’m – I’m…” I warn him as I moan and buck my hips.
He removes his fingers, and tears roll down my cheeks. My body shaking, I’m not ready when he kneels at my feet. Closing my legs, I shake my head hard.
“Colour?” he murmurs.
I whimper. “Yellow.”
His hands grab my knees. He forces them open.
“Colour?”
I close my eyes, wanting to blurt out red. “Yellow,” I squeak. I want to take it. I can take it.
Oh gods, I can’t take it
“Red!” I scream as soon as his tongue licks my pussy.
“Fuck,” he growls as he presses his forehead against my thigh. “I need to taste you, my queen.”
Jace pulls Deirdre off the counter and moves her behind Richard so she’s right in front of me. Pushing down on her back, he bends her over as he enters her from behind. Her hands shoot out to balance herself on my knees.
“Touch her and lose them,” Richard snaps.
Her hands shoot out to the sides, barely managing to catch herself. Her palms on the counter, her head barely above my king, she looks up at me as Jace fucks her hard and fast.
I whimper.
My thighs quiver.
“Colour?” Richard demands, his voice a rasp, a plea.
“I…”
My body is trembling with too much heat.
But I want to feel the breath of my king.
“Yellow,” I whisper.
His tongue is on me in an instant. His mouth suckling. His lips rubbing. I grab a fistful of his hair as I buck against him on a cry.
As Deirdre’s moans increase, her tits swaying with every powerful thrust, my arousal heightens. I’m so desperate to join her on her final scream. Jace wrenches her back by the hair. He cups her breast in one hand, her hip in the other, and pounds into her long and hard.
Richard’s tongue strokes inside me. My eyes water. My soul begs. I squeeze my thighs around his head, trapping him to me, holding my orgasm back.
My eyes flicker between my king and Deirdre and Jace. My body flush, my arousal deafening, I scream out, “Red!” as Deirdre screams in pleasure.
My king backs off immediately. Jace releases her breast to cut lines into his skin.
Frantically. Desperately. Deeper and more lethal.
Then he hauls her back and twists, pulling out at the same time.
As he tosses her to the ground, she spins to face him.
He grabs his cock, and jerking himself off to the same pace as his blade, he sprays his cum all over her face.
Her mouth is open, but a lot of it misses.
Just witnessing it all is about to make me cum. Richard’s teeth sink deep into my shoulder. “Don’t do it,” he growls, his bite sharp and painful, helping me to hold it back.
“I need to be in you soon,” he rasps, his tongue licking my skin. “So be a good girl for your king.”
Crying hard, I shake my head.
I can’t.
Fisting my hair, he pulls me to his shoulder instead. “Bite me,” he demands. “Fight it back.”
I bite him hard. He hisses as he holds me tighter. I clench my thighs and ball my fists. My orgasm teeters on the edge of release. Sinking my teeth in until I draw blood, even through his shirt, I whimper and twist.
But I fight it all back like the good little slut I am.