Chapter 52
Fifty-Two
A good little slut understands preparation.
Ahahaha! His ass is mine!
- Arienna
I giggle as my strap-on swings in front of my hips as I toss a throwing knife in Richard’s private gym. I’m not hitting the board every time yet, but between my low hours of practice and the bright pink dildo distracting me, I’m not surprised.
Richard, on the other hand, hits every bull’s eye despite wearing a butt plug for the first time.
Although I wanted to fuck him first thing this morning, he stressed the importance of preparation. So here I am, getting used to wearing a harness and dildo, and here he is, stretching his asshole.
Grinning wildly, I turn to him and grab hold of my dildo. Stroking it, I dip my eyes to his cock. He’s naked and hard and fucking delicious to look at.
I almost lost him.
My smile flickers a second before I pull it back up. He’s here now, and that’s what I should focus on.
“Hey, want to hear a joke?” I ask.
He steps up to me, a knife in his hands. Without even looking at the target, he throws it. “I want to hear whatever my queen has to say.”
Heat filling my cheeks, I cup his balls as I stroke my toy and imagine it filling him. “What’s the difference between a brownie and a fairy king?”
He leans into my neck, stroking himself as he whispers against my skin, “A brownie tastes fucking delicious.”
My thighs clenching, a gasp escapes me. I want to ride his face, but…
later. Clearing my throat, I lift my hand to his cock, and he releases his grip to give me full, unhindered access.
Wrapping my fingers around his thickness, I say huskily, “I’m not about to have a brownie tied up as I pound his ass with a massive strap-on. ”
“An average strap-on,” he corrects.
Giggling, I jerk him off faster. The strap-on isn’t much smaller than his cock. He suggested one half the size, but I figured if my ass could take it, so could his. He looked at me dryly but didn’t protest when I picked up this one.
Potentially because it wasn’t anywhere near the biggest one in Jace’s collection. But that beast, honestly scared me. I don’t think even the women in Fabia’s books would’ve liked to take a cock as thick as a can.
His eyes growing half-lidded, he kisses me as I stroke him. Swirling his tongue against mine, he makes this sexy little groan that has me wanting to crawl up his body.
As my fingers slide up his cock, warm cum splatters on my stomach, making me jerk in shock. His hand closes over mine, forcing me to keep the pace. I look down to watch the rest of his cum spurting out of him before dribbling down my hand.
“That was quick,” I say breathlessly, raising my hand to suck his cum off my fingers.
He shrugs. “I don’t have to hold them back tonight.”
“You hold them back for me?”
“Of course. Otherwise, I would come before you. All. The. Fucking. Time.” He grabs my shoulders and turns me towards the table of knives.
“Your turn to throw.” Releasing me, he adds, “I’m going to cum all over your body tonight.
” He slaps my ass, right over my tattoo. “Make you my little cum bucket.”
A strained noise escaping me, I pick up a black blade and toss it at the target.
I hit it this time, but given we’re already both naked, it doesn’t really mean much.
I just wanted to do something where it was just us two for the day.
I wanted to stay in our own little bubble before it burst tomorrow when I’m officially crowned queen.
And although that’s what I want, tomorrow suddenly feels scarily close.
But I wouldn’t trade this – him for anything.
Even if that means I have to hack up a few dead bodies here and there.
A giggle rising in my chest, I pick up one of his knives and throw it. Then I throw mine, then his, then again and again until they’re all gone.
Turning to him with a smirk, I find his eyes laughing at me.
“We need to work on your patience.”
I grab my strap-on. “I need to work on your ass.”
He laughs, and it’s so fucking beautiful, I just stand there staring at him for a moment.
He’s mine.
Forever.
For.
All.
The.
Frickin’.
Years.
“I love you.”
His laughter naturally dying, he steps towards me. “I love you too.”
I pick up the lube we brought with us into the gym, and his eyes narrowed for just a second.
“Love me enough to bend over?” I tease.
“Yes.” No hesitation, no doubt.
My heart squeezing at the idea of being his first, I say, “You know the colours?”
“Yes.”
I clear my throat, my chest aching as I approach the subject I’ve been dreading. “Can you… Can we… Can we have a different safe word?” Peace treaty hurts too much. He didn’t stop, and my trust in that word… in him when it comes to that word…
My heart hammering, I watch his face soften.
“Of course. Anything you want.”
“Can it be monogamy?”
A corner of his lips pulls up, but it’s still laced with sadness and guilt. “Yes. But until you can remember it every time, say any mono- word, and I’ll stop. Even mono itself. During sex or not, I promise I will never cross that line again.”
Tears burn my eyes. I glance away as I swallow. “Thank you.”
Crossing over to me, he pulls me into his arms. “You have nothing to be thankful for. I’m so fucking sorry.”
“I know.”
His arms squeeze around me, and for a long time, he just holds me. My dildo can’t be comfortable pressing into his balls, but he doesn’t say anything.
I hug him tightly, then pull back, wanting us to move forwards – both from our pain and into the pegging. I was really looking forwards to that. Wiping my eyes, I look up and smile at him. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
My smile widens. He says those words so quickly these days, never hesitating, in front of people or not. We are not each others’ weaknesses; we were our strengths, and now all of Raza knows it.
“Kneel,” I say. “I want to be inside you.”
Holding my gaze, he very slowly goes down to one knee and then the other. My pussy spasms at the close proximity of his mouth, and for a fleeting moment, I wish I wasn’t wearing the strap-on so he could eat me out.
My lips parting, I lean down and kiss him. Then I move around behind him, kneel down, and push on his back in-between his wings. He falls forwards onto his hands, and I run mine up his thighs to his ass. Squeezing his cheeks, I just look at him for a moment.
The base of his purple butt plug is visible.
There’s a little button in the middle. My pussy clenching, I push it to on.
The muscles of his thighs bulge deliciously as his arms give out a little and a low groan rumbles from his lips.
As the toy vibrates inside him, I lift a hand to my breast and pinch a nipple.
A whimper leaving me, I trail my other hand around his hip and fondle his cock and balls.
Releasing my breast, I press the button again, increasing its speed. His ass clenches, and I reach between his thighs to massage his balls as I stroke his cock with my other hand. I run my thumb up and down his perineum.
“Fuck,” he moans, his head lowered, his hips thrusting. I squeeze his cock harder, press the button again, and work him until he’s panting with a quickness that brings me to the edge.
“Fuck, I’m going to come with you,” I say, my thighs rubbing against each other.
Grabbing hold of the butt plug, I pull it out. His ass gapes in front of me, and his frustrated little groan leaves me on the edge. My pulse racing with the need to be inside him, I shove my thumb in before his hole can close.
“Fuck, you look good around my finger,” I say, moving it in and out as I grab the lube with my other hand. Applying a generous amount, I work him until we’re both panting and the urge to be inside him is making me feral.
After lubing up my dildo, I wrap my fingers around it. I withdraw my thumb and press the toy against his ass.
Panting heavily, I push slowly into him, using more lube with every rocking of my hips. He grunts, his hands fisting as the head of my dildo pushes in. Grabbing his ass cheeks, I spread him open as I ease in further.
“Colour?” I ask breathlessly, my thighs a wet mess of desire.
“Green,” Richard says, the ragged word making my pussy clench.
Pushing my pelvis forwards, I moan as I watch the dildo disappear bit by bit into his ass. Fuck, I can almost feel him gripping me. Like the strap-on is wired into my nervous system. “Colour?” I ask when I’m half-way in.
“Green.”
“Gods, your ass is taking my cock like a good little slut.”
He looks over his shoulder at me, and a blush heats my cheeks.
“Was that okay to say?” I like it when he talks to me, but then I also really like it when he rams his cock into me.
“Gods, yes.”
Beaming at him, I push in further. My smile fades into parted lips of pure lust as I watch his face twist in pleasure. Digging my nails into his ass, I shove in all the way.
He jerks against me, his ass clenching around me, and I fucking swear I can actually feel it as if the dildo is a phantom limb. Throwing my head back, I groan loudly as tremors of pleasure shoot down my body, centring at the base of my dildo.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I pant, my heart racing as I struggle to come back off the edge of ecstasy. It feels like one movement will send me over, and I really want to come with him.
“Pick a number higher than three,” I murmur as I reach around to grab his rock-hard cock again. Fuck, I want this in me.
“Five hundred and forty-two.”
My fingers still as I blink, not sure how the hel I’m going to get him to fifty-four orgasms, let along ten times that.
“Uh…” I do some quick, rough maths. “Five hundred and forty-two seconds it is.” That’s only nine minutes.
I can handle that. He goes for hours, and I don’t even have to wait for my cock to stand back up. How hard can it be?
Twisting his body, he leans on one hand and grabs my chin with the other. Looking into my eyes, his own hot and heavy, he corrects, “Thrusts.”
And oh my gods.
How can I say no to that?
Hungry and desperate, I thrust into him hard. I wish I could reach his mouth to kiss him, but he’s too much taller than me, and I’m worried about how much weight I can put on his wings.
Dropping his head, he shudders beneath me. The sight of my king on the cusp of an orgasm makes me jerk him off harder. Ripples of pleasure race up the toy and into me, the phantom feel of it something I never expected.
Pumping his cock, I move my hips. It’s awkward getting them to thrust just right, but I eventually find my rhythm. Trailing my thumb over his cock’s piercing, I then grab both of his hips.
As he pushes back against me, I slam into him. Panting and groaning and moving together, I take him hard and fast.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Ride me hard.”
My eyes fly open, latching onto his violet set as he looks over his shoulder. With him watching me, a rush of heat shoots into my core.
“Keep going, my dirty little slut, just like that. Fuck.”
Leaning down, he rests on one elbow as his other hand fists his cock. His arm jerks feverishly and I desperately try to match his pace, but oh my gods, it’s only been a few minutes and already my poor muscles are dying. How the hel does he keep it up for so long?
Unable to help myself, I start to slow, my ragged breaths leaving me quaking.
“Did I tell you you could stop?” Richard growls as he pushes his ass onto me.
Needing a bit of a break, I say, “I want to watch you fuck me. I want to see how desperate you are for my cock.”
Groaning, I watch him ram himself onto me as I stay still. On and off, on and off.
My body demanding I do something, I lean forwards and start thrusting my hips again. He grabs my hand and places it on his cock. Squeezing him hard, I jerk him off, then cry out as his cum shoots free. His muscles spasm beneath me. I thrust my cock in deep and come hard on top of him.
Screaming from an orgasm that leaves me weak, I sag on top of him.
He allows me a moment to recollect myself, but then he’s arching his back, nudging me back into a kneeling position.
“You have three hundred thrusts left, my queen,” he says as he looks at me over his shoulder.
“And when you’re done, you’re going to lick my ass as a thank you for letting you ride it. ”
Whimpering, I slowly started thrusting again.
I squeeze his ass in my hands as I work the both of us back up. Gentle and slow for sixty-seven pumps before I’m too excited to keep the pace. Going faster, I knock out ten more before I pull all the way out of him.
“Turn over,” I demand, wanting to look into his eyes this time.
He lies on his back, his legs spread. Shuffling forwards on my knees, I push into him bit by bit. Once I’m mostly in, I lift my gaze to his. Hot, hooded eyes stare back at me.
Stroking his cock with one hand and massaging his balls with the other, I pump my hips up to go deeper into his ass. He bends his legs so his feet are flat on the mattress.
“That’s it,” he growls as he watches me. “That’s my good little slut.”
Leaning down, I kiss him hard. As our tongues dance inside his mouth, I flick my thumb over his piercing. I fuck him slowly for several minutes, getting slower and slower as my pelvic muscles burn.
Shuddering against him, I have a whole new appreciation for his stamina. I’m completely wiped, and I doubt we’ve been going at it for thirty minutes.
Needing a break, I pull out of his ass as I kiss my way down his chest to his glistening cock.
Sucking him in my mouth, I take my time before I let him come.
Releasing him every time he gets close. Forcing him back down before I start again.
He doesn’t fist my hair this time. Doesn’t move me with all the control I give him.
He just lies on his back, panting hard, content to receive like the good little slut he is.
Crawling back up his body, I slide my dildo back into his ass.
I thrust into him slowly as my fingers caress his nipples.
He moans as I lick my way up his neck. A few minutes later, his cum is shooting across my belly.
Wiping it up my body, I use it to lubricate my breasts, making myself his little cum bucket.
Hunger in his eyes, he nudges me off him. Then the bed. As I stand beside it, he undoes my harness, then pulls it off me.
Dragging me on top of him, he enters my pussy in one quick thrust. “Fuuuck, Arienna,” he groans as he hugs me tight. He doesn’t thrust after that, doesn’t move, just rests inside me.
“I love you,” he murmurs before he kisses me, long and slow and full of all the love he has for me.
I wrap my arms around his neck as I give him everything I am. Tomorrow, I’ll be crowned queen and my life will become our people’s.
But tonight, all I am was his.
And he is mine.
For.
All.
The.
Frickin’.
Years.