Eleven #2
“Don’t be shy, let them see me take you. Let them see who you belong to… Let them watch as I ruin you on my throne,” Neil whispered breathlessly into my ear, leaning close enough to nibble on my earlobe.
My eyes remained on Acheron against my will.
Despite how aroused I was with Neil’s cock buried deep within me, I was embarrassed that Acheron was seeing me like this.
I didn’t say anything, I couldn’t. I was far too overwhelmed by the sheer force behind each thrust, forcing me to keep my eyes locked with Acheron’s.
Like a true High Lord, Neil established dominance over me with ease, and I willingly submitted to my desires; just as he wished.
If I did this, then he would love me. If I did this, I could stay. If I did this, it would prove to him how devoted to him I really was.
The room was quiet besides the sounds that came from Neil and I.
Flesh slapping, juices squelching. The guards were aroused, their eyes tracked every movement, and I wondered whether their imagination ran wild with what was happening beneath my dress.
Neil’s hand, which was once on my chin, slid to my throat, his fingertips squeezing just enough to cut off my breath.
It forced a throaty moan to escape my lips, like he was controlling every breath.
The longer this went on, the more audacious he became.
His grip was rougher, as were the marks he left upon my neck.
“Take all of me, Aerilyn, like the good girl you are. That’s it.” He praised me.
It was that praise that prompted me to give in to my desire.
I began to bounce on my own, drawn in by my arousal and pleasure.
My face was flushed, as was the rest of my skin.
I felt hot, not just within me but my skin as well.
I was still embarrassed, even as I watched Acheron exit the room.
The way Neil used me as if I were his plaything, or more so, his pet, made me wetter for him.
“I always make you feel good, that’s it,” he continued.
“Let all your thoughts focus on me, Little Dove.” And they did, all my thoughts revolved around him.
Closing my eyes, I tried to imagine myself in the privacy of my bedroom, pretending that he wasn’t doing this publicly, but behind closed doors, just the two of us.
Every time he thrust into me, more sounds echoed through the space. The sound of our flesh slapping, the entirety of his length was within me, the wetness of my nectar that lubricated each thrust, and every sound that left both his lips and mine as pleasure engulfed us both like a tsunami wave.
With a deep-chested growl, Neil bent me over his throne. He trapped my wrists, pinning them behind my back, thrusting into me with everything he had.
“Neil!” I screamed, my back arched, no longer caring who was in that room. Pleasurable moans parted from my lips. He had pushed me so close to the edge that all I cared about was his cock thrusting into me. All I wanted was sweet, sweet release.
“You’re mine. Tell me who you belong to!” he roared.
“I’m yours,” I cried, mid-moan. One of Neil’s hands pinned my arms behind my back, the other tightly gripped my hip bone.
He thrust into me as if it was the last time he ever would, but I knew that wasn’t true.
My legs remained spread, allowing him to thrust even deeper into me at a different angle.
The tip of his cock jabbed every sensitive spot within me, and I trembled.
“Please, Neil,” I begged. “Let me come. Please.”
“You want to come? Do you want my guards to see you come on my cock? Do you want them to hear you scream out for your High Lord? Is that what you want?” Neil growled, his grip tightening against my flesh.
“Yes! Yes! Please, please!” I begged.
“Come, darling. Come on my cock. Come on your High Lord’s cock,” he moaned.
“Oh, oh, oh, Neil!” I shouted, my voice bouncing off the bright walls. I felt his warmth from within me as we reached our climax in unison. My walls filled with his hot seed as he thrust until he no longer could. And when he finally pulled out and let go of me, I collapsed fully against his throne.
Panting, and legs shaky, Neil zipped his pants back up. My face felt flushed, and I struggled to catch my breath. I was much too tired to move. My head felt clouded, filled with pleasure and conflicting thoughts of him. Neil reached over and carefully pulled me back into his embrace.
Not a single guard looked at me, all standing straight with their eyes forward, their faces red with embarrassment and arousal.
“You did so good, Little Dove,” Neil cooed, scooping me into his arms. With my head against his chest, I merely nodded in response.
embarrassed, but equally as pleased. Despite riding that high of pleasure, I was conflicted far more than I let on.
“Let’s get you cleaned up. How about a hot bath, hm? ” he asked, kissing my forehead.