40. Adrian
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He wasn’t going to last like this.
Ivory’s climax flashed as bright as a bolt of lightning, then rolled through them both like a clap of thunder. With one hand palming the bright prints blooming across her porcelain skin, he forced himself to take long, measured breaths.
But her pussy was hell-bent on coaxing him in, mercilessly gripping his dick as she came. He was going to explode any minute now.
Shit. He pulled out and yanked on his balls with a shuddered exhale. As much as he needed to come, he didn’t have anything to clean her up with. The ride back would be uncomfortable enough with a sore ass, and he already felt bad about the cut on her finger. After today, she deserved a whole night of aftercare, and he was determined to give it to her.
Being inside her felt like heaven. Pure, unfettered bliss. It was as good as any joyride—no, better.
Not to mention how unequivocally captivating she was, that heart-shaped ass framed by the gentle arch of her back, a hint of her soft breasts showing through her sweater as they pushed up against the desk. Her legs were another story, plump enough to give him something to grab onto, slender enough to be made of sexy curves that ran from her hips down to her calves.
Still quaking from the orgasm, her clipped gasps filled the room, then concluded with a final, breathless groan that made his dick twitch in agony.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he whispered as she relaxed. He bent to kiss her reddened cheek and removed her restraints. She hadn’t broken through the ribbon, but the bow had gotten dangerously close to slipping out.
Still, she’d taken every hit and thanked him for it. If things kept going like this, he’d have to get more creative with the punishments because she was too good at not breaking the rules.
Gliding his hands up her sides, he smiled as she shivered at his touch. Her clothes were still damp from the rain, but her skin was warm, and her hair had dried into long veins of amethyst.
“Come here,” he muttered, pulling her up and turning her in his arms.
She sighed and leaned into his shoulder, resting her parted lips against his neck.
“Was I good?” she whispered. Her voice sounded airy like she was still floating on cloud nine. He couldn’t be prouder.
“So good,” he replied. “So very, very good.” He threaded his hand through her hair and brought her hips to his, indulging in a feather-light kiss, savoring her skin and the plump of her lip.
Then he froze. Her hand had found his dick, still pulsing with need and nudging into her belly.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he choked out and pushed it down.
“I want to,” she said softly, leaning back to search his face.
As much as he wanted to control himself and be the knight she praised him as, he was sure her effects on him were more than clear. Even he could feel the tick in his jaw, the grimace pulling at the corner of his mouth. The tightness of his skin under her warm palm.
“For me?” she added. Her jade eyes drifted to the open doorway and the light that spilled in. “Today has been wonderful, so new and different in so many ways. Refreshing. Being with you helped me overwrite so many negative thoughts, so many heavy feelings.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “There’s just one more thing I need to do. If you’ll let me.”
He knew. He knew the last thing she needed to overcome, the thing she feared. He hadn’t intended to bring it up today and would gladly have given her as much space as she needed or asked for, but as she reopened her eyes, he saw she was ready.
Her history with Jace held no power over her. Nothing that poor excuse of a lifeform had done could hold her down, and fuck if he would ever let himself get in the way of her healing.
She was royalty, and he’d make sure she was treated as such.
“You can do whatever you want, sweetheart.”
A deep blush accompanied her smile as she let go and gingerly pulled her pants over her hips. He couldn’t help the way his gaze dropped to linger for one final glance before her panties concealed her pussy.
Her stifled laughter filled the room. “I think I’m a little sore, but I’d love seconds later.”
He raked his eyes up her body, not trusting what words might come out next. “Be careful what you ask for.”
No doubt she’d be sore all day, but if she thought that would save her, she guessed wrong. He held no reservations about turning her black and blue, then eating her out to soothe the pain until her soul left her body.
She cleared her throat. “So, um…”
Now it was her eyes that lingered, looking at his fully erect penis like a foreign dish at an expensive restaurant. He shrugged off his jacket, folded it in two, and let it fall to his feet between them. The cement would still be harsh, but that would provide enough buffer to let her take her time. His brave queen had asked for what she wanted, and it was time for him to deliver.
“Kneel.”
The command smoothed out the worry lines between her eyebrows, relaxing her as she sank to the ground. She got herself settled, then looked up, those wide, attentive eyes filled with trust and longing. Such an eager student. Though with this, he’d give her all the control.
Precum leaked from his slit, his veins large and swollen. He shifted his legs shoulder width apart and shoved his pants down, having zero regrets about going commando this morning. Nothing remained between them save his hard cock, desperate for the smallest drop of her affection. She regarded him with a determined expression and nervously nibbled on her lip.
“Worship me,” he ordered in a reverent whisper.
Her eyes flicked up to his. Hell, if an enchantress could look at him like that, he must’ve been looking at someone else in the mirror this whole time.
Confirming she had permission, she reached out and began to explore, each gentle touch and hesitant caress amplifying his anguish. It was the sweetest torture, the most exquisite form of pain. All she had to do was ask, and he’d let her punish him like this every day for the rest of his life.
His eyelids grew heavy with lust as he watched her investigate, smearing his precum and the remnants of her orgasm around his head. Her finger traced under the ridge of his corona from front to back. Then she raised his heavy cock up to cup his even heavier balls. Leaning forward, she touched her nose to his thigh and breathed in deep.
“Fuck,” he hissed. He was going to shoot all over her face if she wasn’t careful. “Use that sweet mouth of yours to make me come.”
He couldn’t live without it, but he wasn’t prepared for it either when her tongue swiped out and licked his perineum. She trailed open-mouth kisses down his length and sucked his balls into her mouth. The groan that ripped from the back of his throat sounded so loud he swore it shook the whole room. It certainly shook all of him.
Desperate to maintain his grip on sanity, he focused out a slow breath and closed his eyes, but damn, it was a sight to behold. His self-control wouldn’t last long. He watched as she slid her hot lips over his dick, lapping and trying new angles, swallowing more and more each time.
At last, she seemed satisfied and pulled away to look up at him. “I want you to choke me.”
The obscene words hung in the air, directly in contrast to her polite tone, eliciting a strangled inhale from his lips.
She trusted him that much—to ask for the exact thing that had hurt her in the first place. It wouldn’t take much more for him to spiral over the edge of no return, but he would fulfill her request no matter the cost.
“All right,” he said. “If you need me to stop, three taps on my leg. Let me see you do it.”
She tapped three times on his thigh, and he nodded. “Hands behind your back.”
She did as she was told, holding her wrists, and stared at him expectantly.
“Shit, look at you.” He groaned at the sight of her obedience, so meek after asking to be used. “Stay just like that.” Grabbing the roots of her hair, he forced her head back farther. “Whenever I tighten my grip, you relax. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
He practiced gripping harder, and she exhaled, shoulders falling.
“Good girl. Breathe through your nose.” As she did, he pulled her head towards his cock and slid himself over her tongue. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, and a piercing ache spurred deep in his groin. He yanked himself out. “That’s going to make me come, sweetheart.”
She smiled, and he all but growled.
After taking another deep breath, he slid in deeper, but not yet at the back of her throat. This was something he needed her to want to do again—fuck, he’d die if she didn’t—so he had to check in every step of the way.
He fisted her hair, and she relaxed her jaw, inhaling through her nose. Good. Pulling out, he paused before thrusting in deeper, relishing the scrape of her teeth and the tightness of her tongue. He held himself there while her throat worked to adjust. Tears sprang to her eyes, and he tightened his fist. She forced in a breath through her nose and then relaxed.
One more—he could only give her one more before it would take a literal miracle for him to hold back.
He gave her as much of a smile as he could muster in this state, pulled out slowly, then impaled her again. This time, he had to force his way in, blocking out her source of air and still pushing in farther, nestling her nose into the dark hair at his base.
Panic flashed in her eyes as her body reflexively fought the intrusion, but her hands stayed fixed behind her back. Even as a tear streamed down her cheek, she relaxed her tongue around the underside of his shaft.
“Sweetheart,” he croaked but didn’t get to finish the sentence as his dick gave one last, profound throb, and he spilled onto her tongue in thick, heavy spurts. She kept her mouth open as he painted those pink strawberry lips and fluttering tongue with his seed.
As he finished, she swallowed, licking her lips and gazing up at him with a satiated expression. And helplessly, he fell apart in her eyes.
“Fuck,” he cursed.
She was too good to be true, but if this was a dream, he prayed he’d never wake up.