Chapter 4 #2
“Satisfy me or die?” I couldn’t hold back a smile. The idea awakened the brutal queen within me whom I constantly had to restrain. But not with him. He’d just blithely invited her into the bath with us.
Why deny myself this pleasure? It wouldn’t change how I felt about him.
“Fine. But only with your hands.”
His white teeth flashed in a wolfish grin, but his expression turned serious when he placed a palm on each of my knees and slowly brushed them both higher onto my thighs.
I was a master of controlling my body, but the anticipation was so torturous that I had to bite the inside of my cheek to not thrash my hips. I wanted to snatch his hands and put them exactly where I needed them. But that would give away how much I craved this.
He swept his hands higher, letting his fingertips just barely part my folds before moving back down my thigh in a downward stroke.
He did this again and again, getting a little closer each time.
I craned my neck up to watch him through the water, sure the next stroke would bring him to the very apex, but he swept down again before he got there.
I let my head fall back in frustration, smacking it on the edge of the bath.
“That won’t do,” he murmured, releasing his hold on my thighs entirely to move to one side of my body.
“I won’t have you saying you were unsatisfied because you didn’t have anywhere to rest your head.
Here,” he said, gently nudging my body away from the edge so he could get behind me.
“Let me make it more comfortable for you.”
Before I could object, he’d positioned me with my back against his front, letting my head lean on his chest and not the hard tub. His legs on either side of mine kept me steady, so I didn’t even have to hold myself up anymore. I could truly just relax.
Or I might’ve been able to relax if I weren’t nestled into a big Saxon body, all too aware of his hard cock tucked against my lower back, thinking about what he might’ve done with that cock if I hadn’t limited him to his hands.
Before I could think too much about it, his strong fingers massaged my hips, melting away the tension there too. It felt incredible, but it wasn’t what I yearned for.
“Afraid you won’t accomplish your task? Maybe I should simply give the order now so I can go back to bathing alone.”
His chuckle rumbled against my back. He cupped my mound firmly, and it was all I could do not to moan. “We both know what you want right now isn’t my death.”
He curled his fingers down so they parted my folds, then pushed inside me while he ground the heel of his hand over the epicenter of my pleasure.
Waves of need rippled out from that spot.
It felt good, but it was too soft a sensation, serving only to drive my desire higher without pushing me towards a climax.
“More,” I demanded, arching against him, pushing his fingers deeper inside me.
He wrapped his legs over mine to anchor me to him, trapping me against his body.
I might’ve objected if he hadn’t chosen that moment to adjust his hand so his fingers stayed inside me but two fingers of his other hand could rub my clitoris in circles, unleashing the moan I’d been restraining.
His groan vibrated against my back. “Mmm, that’s it, wife—teach me how you like it.”
My voice came out husky and low. “Call me ‘wife’ again, and this ends, Prince.”
He hooked his fingers inside me and thrust them against the place that made me lose all reason. “I hate being the prince more than you hate being my wife. Keep calling me ‘Prince,’ and I’ll keep reminding you that you’re married to one.”
I thrashed against him, but we both knew I wasn’t truly trying to break his hold. Damn him, I wanted the release he promised.
“You’ll be punished for your disrespect later,” I snapped, but there was no heat to it.
“Oh, I’m counting on it,” he said as he sunk a third finger into me and circled faster.
I made a ragged sound, then surrendered to the sensation, letting my head relax back against his chest. He stoked the embers of lust into a conflagration that seemed to lick at my insides, melting away everything but him.
I didn’t have to think nor fight nor do anything but lie there and let him pleasure me.
“Good girl,” he growled. He was either brave or stupid. No one had ever spoken to me like that, and the worst part was that it made my stomach flip with want.
It was enough to tip me over a cresting wave of rapture, unleashing an orgasm that unfurled through my limbs like water breaking through a dam.
I bucked and twisted against him, unable to stay still in the face of it, but he was strong enough to keep me steady until the sensations subsided and I went liquid in his arms.
“That…” My voice was gravelly, and I had to clear my throat. “That was good.” I laughed and rolled my neck, savoring the smaller waves that still radiated from my cunt.
He kissed my temple, but instead of releasing me, he began to move his hands again, thrusting gently and rolling over my clitoris in featherlight circles. “That…was only to whet your appetite, my darling.”
The arrogance in his tone damn near had me coming again.
Gods, is there anything more attractive than a man who is that sure of himself and can back it up with action?
“I said it was good,” I murmured between panting gasps. “I didn’t say I was satisfied.”
“And I didn’t say I was finished.” He used his leverage on my legs to push my knees wider apart.
Then he made it clear he’d been holding back.
He’d learned my body with the first orgasm, and now he used that knowledge to shatter me with relentless pleasure.
I didn’t know what he was doing with his hands because I’d closed my eyes against the sensory overload. There was only room to feel.
And all I could feel was the thrusting, rolling, stretching pleasure that pushed me over the edge of another climax…then another…then another within the span of a few minutes. My whole body quivered and jerked like there was too much sensation to be contained.
He let me come down from it with slower, lighter touches, and then he steadily built it back up again until I lost count of how many times I’d shattered.
I whimpered when he started to let the intensity build again, unsure if I even could come again. It was a pathetic, plaintive sound I’d never made before. I didn’t even know if I was begging him to stop or pleading with him to prove me wrong.
When another orgasm crashed through me, I cried out, arching so hard against him that he had to band one arm across my hips to keep me in place.
It was so powerful that little aftershocks of pleasure spread all the way to my tingling fingers and toes.
I couldn’t do anything but lie limp in his arms and ride it out until everything drained away and the most peaceful exhaustion took its place.
Bastian withdrew his fingers from my pussy slowly but kept his body wrapped around mine like he could hold me together when it felt like I’d just splintered apart.
When he spoke, his voice was a low rumble. “Well? Is tonight the night your order me to die?”
I huffed a laugh. “Not tonight, Prince.”
“Then let’s get you to bed, wife.”