Chapter 40 #2
“Please.” I rise from my throne, letting my silk slip pool at my feet. I know my little, lace-trimmed white cotton panties drive him wild as I tug my ponytail free, swishing out my mane as I saunter over toward the platform.
Lying back, I rest on my elbows, facing his camera as I arch my spine. Pointing my toes, I bend one knee and elongate my neck, tossing my hair back. It’s a sultry pose of curves, accentuating my aroused peaks as Jace nears, taking more shots.
Then I roll over and get on my knees, lowering to my elbows as I flip my hair to the side and arch my back again for him, begging into his lens, “Please, my king, take my panties off.”
Jace stands at the foot of the platform, holding the camera in one hand, his other palm caressing my ass. I love how he protects me. “You want Daddy to take your panties off in front of everyone?”
“Yes, sir,” I coo, the slick slit of my arousal about to be revealed.
He tugs them down, lewdly leaving my ass displayed but my coy pussy covered, his camera clicking away.
“Please, my king”—I arch my back even more—“take them off and let everyone see how wet I am for you.”
Jace drags my panties down to where they hug my thighs, lust nibbling at my exposed clit.
It feels so dirty and delicious, posing like this.
I glance over and stifle a moan at Axel reclining on his throne. He’s removed his white boxers, his steely cock jutting, hard and hungry, with Ruby proudly stroking it at the show we’re giving.
Jace hears my moan at their desire and demands, “Now, be a good girl and rest your cheek on the leather while you reach back and spread your pussy open for us.”
Oh my god.
Us.
It’s what I sense. The gaze of so many aroused bodies. The musk of their desire. The tension to fuck. The heat of their anticipation and the safety of this circle.
It’s almost as erotic as doing this for just him, obeying as I part my cheeks, splaying my soaked, swollen sex open for Jace’s camera.
Our camera.
“Fuck, Viv.” He pants, the shutter clicking. “Whose little, wet pussy is this?”
“Yours, my king. Always.” I clench my walls, letting him see me swell for him. Throb for him. Ache for him. God, I’m dying for Jace.
“Fuck, baby,” he growls. “You’re so swollen and pink. You ready?”
I lick my lips. “Yes, my king.”
I hold my position, exposed to the room, watching him walk over and hand our camera to Delphine. She’s on her throne, her legs spread for Grant’s thick, tatted fingers, proudly toying with her clit.
Returning to me, Jace gently guides me to lie down on my belly.
I sigh, then gasp as he suddenly rips my panties off, lust smearing down my thighs before he’s picking me up.
Draped naked over his arms, he aims toward his throne.
Stopping before it, he leans down, kissing me, sighing over our lips. “I love you, Vivian Tate.”
Joy flutters my heart. “I love you too.”
It’s tender because his next command isn’t. “Now, turn around and grab my throne while I fuck you like a queen on it.”
Smiling, I kneel, naked, on the plush black velvet seat. It’s soft while I grab the hard, golden crest rail of his throne. It’s deep enough for me to arch open for him, turning my cheek to press it against the upholstered back.
Staring to my right, Zar’s nude on his queen’s throne, and palming Nick’s skull. Nick is kneeling before him, teasing Zar’s hard cock with licks and sucks while they prepare to watch us.
With Nash gone, Loch is free to kneel before Alena on her throne. Loch’s nude. He’s hard. He mirrors his brother, pleasing his queen. He’s moaning into Alena’s pussy, devouring her as she watches us, her eyelids hooded with lust.
I glance over my shoulder, breathless to witness Jace shoving his boxers to his ankles, his massive dick, ironhard and dripping for this, while behind him, the others are watching as well.
“For so damn long…” Jace reaches between my kneeling legs, his thick male fingers gliding between my petal-smooth lips. “I imagined this, Viv. It’s all I’ve wanted: to fuck you on my throne and make you mine.”
I’ve been so wet all night, and he’s been waiting so long; he doesn’t delay. Slowly penetrating my wet cunt with two fingers, he makes me groan. Shivering, my walls clench greedily around his probing digits, loving the lewd public act of Jace making sure my pussy is ready to take his cock.
Panting, I watch Zar with Nick, and Loch with Alena, while I can feel Jace remove his fingers. Replacing his touch with his slick crown, parting my lips, teasing it over my excited clit, before notching it against my aching entrance.
“You’ll always be a good girl for me, Vivian”—he grabs my hips—“but right now, I need to fuck you so bad you’ll forget your name.”
He doesn’t do it fast, but it’s savage how Jace penetrates me.
Inch by brutal, thick inch. Claiming my waiting cunt.
His painful girth stretches me so much I can’t think.
Can’t breathe. Can’t resist. The size of his cock drives out every thought but him, claiming every nerve, every space, every breath as I gasp so full of him, it’s intense and orgasmic and taking me so fast.
“Jace,” I whimper, skin sweating, thighs shaking, cunt constricting, feeling him seat himself so deeply inside my body, his balls tickle my clit.
“Yes, that’s it, baby.” He circles his hips, aggressively grinding, lusciously massaging, heightening every sensation in my body. “You always come so fast when you finally get my big dick inside this tight pussy. My proud little slut wants me so much, don’t you?”
A moan crawls up my throat, saliva pooling in my mouth, desire dripping from my cunt.
He reaches around, strumming my engorged clit. “I’m gonna need this pretty pussy to come real hard on my dick so I can fuck it even harder. Come on, Viv. Turn and face our camera. Show everyone how much you love it when I fuck you.”
Panting, I turn my head left, my eyelids heavy, my stare finding the camera lens aimed at me. Capturing how I crave this. How I’m proudly getting fucked by Jace on his throne.
“Good girl,” he praises, pumping his enormous cock, smacking his balls against my clit. “Now show all these people what a good slut you are for your daddy.”
He smacks my ass and sets me free.
I scream, liberated, looking into my camera, shaking, and coming so hard, lust streams down my thighs. I can’t feel anything but Jace, lifting my back to his chest, his lips pressed to my ear.
“Fuck yes, Smokeshow, I can feel your proud pussy squirting down my thighs. You’re made for me. You love this.” He grabs my neck. “Now, hang on to my throne. This is gonna be rough because I’m about to lose my mind fucking your dripping cunt.”
It’s beastly how hard Jace fucks me, his manhood attacking everything inside me until all I can grasp is our love, his throne, and every breath he thrusts out of my body until only he remains.
It would be too much, too raw, and too rough if his gasps over my ear weren’t so tender and tortured. If I couldn’t feel how I’m taking Jace as hard as he’s claiming me.
We can’t speak, can’t stop, can’t care who’s watching when it’s just us. It’s just his hand, turning my lips to meet his, his mouth rasping over mine. “Fuck, Viv. Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come so hard inside you, I’m gonna see the light while I fill up your pussy.”
With his other hand, he pinches my sensitive clit, and I find the light first, coming again. I dive into a shuddering moan with my cunt clenching his cock that won’t stop. Won’t relent. Won’t let me go.
His thrusts hurt so good, his groans so sublime, it’s a complete surrender as his muscles finally shake, his deep voice grunting my name before I feel him still inside me, his cock pulsing, filling me, making me tremble with him.
Moments turn into minutes of us panting, kissing, sighing our love, and finding our world again. It’s so silent and sacred until a camera’s click brings us back into focus.
Sated, I smile at Delphine, lowering the camera, her face glowing for us. “Beautiful,” she whispers.
“You okay, baby?” Jace breathes over my ear.
“Very.” I sigh, contented, still hanging on to his throne.
“Good.” Slowly, he leaves my body gaping open, his dick glistening as I watch him walk over and take the camera from Delphine.
By my guess, there can only be one shot left on that roll of film when he returns to my side, lifting my chin for his kiss before he decrees, “We have to officially make you my queen.”
I laugh softly. “Isn’t that what we just did?”
“Not yet.”
He lifts away, stepping behind me. I look over my shoulder while he focuses the lens on me.
His next command is the most beastly thing I’ve ever heard.
“Now, let me watch my queen’s pussy drip my cum onto my throne. Anoint it like a good girl for me.”
Reaching down, I rub my excited clit, feeling my opening proudly drip his seed. It makes me come, loving him and this lewd act.
Marking Jace.
My king.
As mine.