Chapter 36 #2
“Shh, pretty thing. I didn’t give you permission to speak.” He pats the base, and I feel it through my core. “I’ve plugged you so you don’t drip onto my floor. Your messy cunt has been soaked for the past hour.”
“Well maybe if you weren’t licking it—”
“Ah!” He slaps my tits, and I can’t help but moan. My walls clench around the plug. Before I realise what’s happening, he disappears behind me and slots something into my mouth. A metal ring forces my mouth wide open.
I squirm in protest while he ties the gag behind my head.
“Much better,” he purrs, patting my cheek. He adjusts something below the bench and my headrest lowers, until all I can see is his thighs.
I swallow thickly. My open mouth is level with the swelling in his breeches.
He nudges my lips with it. “Do you feel that, dear wife?” he rasps.
My eyes water. “I’m going to fuck your pretty mouth now while you try your hardest not to come.
Though that might be too much to ask of the drunk slut you’ve let yourself become tonight.
” He reaches forward to squeeze my tits, pinching my nipples.
I moan in protest, squirming against my bindings. It’s pointless, though. He’s got me right where he wants me. And exactly where I want to be. Fuck.
He loosens his breeches, and his hard cock slaps my cheek. “So fucking pretty,” he sighs before ramming his cock deep into my throat.
I gag, but then he pulls it out, giving me a split second to breathe before it’s inside me again. Over and over, he thrusts into my mouth. His hands grip my tits roughly. I try to just take it, but with every slam of his hips, my whole body shudders, and the plug in my pussy shakes with me.
I clench my thighs, gasping.
I won’t come if I can position my hips right. But when I try to move, it’s all too much. Tauren pinches my nipples again, and I yelp. Pleasure bursts inside of me. My walls clench the plug so tightly I see stars.
“Dirty princess,” he laughs through my orgasm.
He shoves his cock deep into my throat one final time before he pulls out with a groan. Ribbons of cum shoot over my head, landing on my heaving chest.
Pumping his cock with his fist, he wipes the excess seed on my face. “You look pretty like this.” He uses his thumb to smear it across my cheek. “My perfect pretty doll.”
With a sigh, he shoves his cock back into his breeches. “Shame you were bad again, though. I told you not to come. You didn’t listen to me.”
I try to watch where he goes, but I’m too tired. My body just stays limp against the bench.
After a few seconds, I feel him slide the plug out of my entrance. I shudder at the feeling. Then he loosens the gag and pulls the ring out from my mouth.
“Whatever am I to do with you, Dahlia?” he tuts, lowering himself until his face is level with mine.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I tried to stop it. I wanted to be good—”
“I know, sweetheart.” He strokes my cheek. “But I still have to do this. It’s the only way you’ll learn.”
I don’t dare ask what he’s planning. But I soon figure it out after he removes my bindings, scoops me up, and deposits me onto another bench. This time, laying me on my front and retying my wrists and ankles so I’m stuck on all fours. My rear sticks up, ready for his whip again.
I brace for it. But the sting never comes. Instead, something thick and wet nudges the forbidden hole at my rear.
“Tauren!” I panic.
Ignoring me, he slides it in.
I whimper at the strange feeling. The plug that was once inside my pussy is now lodged inside my rear, and I don’t like how good it feels.
“Tauren…” I rasp.
“I should’ve done this sooner.” He ignores me, stroking my rear. “You look fucking radiant.” He squeezes my flesh as pleasure ripples through me. “I don’t want to, but I’m going to have to leave you here now. I’ll miss this,” he sighs.
“What?” I squeak.
“A few hours should give you enough time for your punishment to soak in.” He pats me.
“Then I’ll have your servants come and untie you, bring you some clothes and escort you to your carriage.
” My throat constricts. “After all, you were so set on leaving my castle, so you ought to get used to this. I won’t be there to care for you at your father’s palace.
May as well get used to being on your own again. ”
“No, Tauren. Wait, please—”
“Have a good night, Princess Dahlia. I’ll miss you, sweet princess.” I glance over my shoulder just in time to catch one last heartbreaking smile before he passes through the cell door and disappears out of view.
“Tauren!” I yell. “Tauren, come back!” He cannot just leave me like this. My bare body be damned, he can’t just walk away without saying goodbye.
A sob lodges in my throat.
None of this is happening like it was supposed to.
He was supposed to walk me to the carriage.
I was supposed to thank him for the gifts, and he was supposed to tell me that I was welcome and that I could come and visit him any time.
And then I would’ve made it no more than a mile down the road before he charged up on Velvet behind me and professed his love like one of the knights from my romance books.
It was supposed to be romantic.
Instead, I feel nothing but pain in my chest.
I want his hands on my bare skin. I want him to untie me, gather me into his arms and carry me to bed. Then I want him to kiss me until it hurts and punish me until I can’t breathe.
I want him.
“Damn you,” I rasp. “I need you, Tauren! Now please come back! Please!” I shout. “I need you.” My head hangs low. “I need you. I need you. I need you.”
“Do you mean it?”
I lift my head.
He’s leaning against the doorway with his arms folded.
“Listen to me carefully, Dahlia. Do you mean it?” he asks again, desperation ravaging his tone.
“If you’d just like me to untie you and escort you to your carriage, then I will.
But I need to hear you say that you need me and you mean it, and that you’ll stay. ”
“I do,” I whisper. “I need you, Tauren.” My heart pounds against my ribs as I add shyly, “But I need my sisters too. If I stay with you, you have to let me visit them. And you have to let them visit here.”
“Of course,” he says, then he smiles in that beautiful way that makes my breath leave me.
Stepping up to my side, he gently slides the plug out before reaching for my restraints. He loosens the ropes, then gathers me into his arms. “They can visit as much as you’d like them to. Hell, I’ll build them their own castle if that’s what it takes to make you stay.”
“A wing will be fine,” I laugh. “But no skulls in their bedrooms! And they’ll want their own private library, with enough romance books to fill a ballroom.”
“Done.” He kisses my forehead, grinning. “I’m going to dress you now and take you up to bed. Then I’m going to fuck you again. Do you understand, my love?”
I nod obediently. Blossom’s going to throw a fit.
Oh well…
After carrying me up to his tower, Tauren lowers me like I’m made of glass onto his bed.
“I’m going to bring you a jug of water,” he says, sliding his arms out from beneath me. “Do not move from this spot.”
“I won’t,” I giggle. The sky would have to fall for me to leave here now. Once the bedchamber door closes, I nuzzle against his sheets. It smells of crackling fires, dark chocolate, and—
My brow furrows. There’s a smell I don’t recognise.
I sit up, inhaling. It’s not coming from the sheets. It’s a sour, powerful smell, sharp enough to make my nostrils burn.
“You were a difficult angel to find, little one. Where’ve you been?”
I gasp, whipping my head around the dark room. I’ve heard that voice before, but I can’t think where. All I know is that it’s not my husband’s.
“Who are you?” I whimper. “What do you want?”
“What I want is for your pretty sister to forgive me,” the demon says, inches from my ear, before darkness swallows me whole.