Chapter 36 #2
Royal’s hands wander. They trace imaginary lines down my body, dragging across soft skin, and when he presses his fingers under the band of my panties, I raise my hips to help him remove them.
The uncomfortable menstrual cramp persists, but the pain is second to the excitement his touch is eliciting.
“It’s easier said than done, but I want you to forget how to think and just focus on feeling.
Okay? Don’t worry about a mess, don’t worry about what I’m thinking or feeling, just focus on how you feel and be present.
” Royal is firm with his words, but they’re delivered with the utmost kindness. “Can you do that for me, gorgeous?”
“I’ll try.” I can’t get my voice out above a whisper, but that doesn’t matter.
Royal beams at me. “Good girl.”
I don’t know what it is about those two words. He’s said them before, but they still make my heart pitter-patter, and my brain stops overthinking.
“Do you want to make choices about how we play, or do you want me to make decisions for you?” Royal asks into the side of my neck as he kisses from my jaw to my shoulder.
Immediately, the tension is back. I stiffen and try to think what it would mean to let him make decisions, but I don’t even know where I’d begin.
“I . . .” I shake my head. “I don’t know.”
“I’ll drive. You just tell me if we’ve made a wrong turn. If you don’t like what I’m doing, say stop and I’ll stop. No questions asked.” Royal so easily takes control of the situation.
But his suggestion feels right, and I exhale a long breath. “I like that plan.”
Royal pulls his pillow off the top of the bed and offers it to me. “Roll over, face down. Put this under your middle and get the heat pad right where you need it. I’d do it for you, but I want you to be as comfortable as possible. Let me know if you need more pillows.”
I shuffle around like he instructed. When I lie down with the pillow under my pelvis, I let out a low groan. “I never thought about lying this way for cramps. It feels so good.”
“It looks even better.” Royal matches my groan.
I roll my head and find him squeezing his cock through his sweatpants. He’s already hard, and I shuffle my thighs apart, hoping for him to come closer.
“So needy.” He tsks. “I’ll take care of you. Just relax. I’m going to put some massage oil on your back. You can stay quiet. You don’t have to say anything unless it’s an objection if you don’t want something.”
I nod and pull my arms up along my side by my chest and wait. I’m surprised when warm oil is poured along my spine. I expected it to be cold.
Royal’s hands go to work. I’ve seen them fly across the keyboard so masterfully, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise that his fingers are adept at this also.
It’s been forever since my last trip to the spa, and the masseuse has nothing on Royal’s talent. He loosens knots in my shoulders and moves down to my lower back.
“I love the little noises you make,” he says softly. “You’re so good at telling me what you like without even knowing it.”
He slides his hands from my lower back to around my butt, and I tense up.
Royal just keeps massaging, his fingers working through tense muscles until I’m soft and pliable in his hands.
He kneads the backs of my thighs and runs his fingers back up through my ass cheeks.
My breath catches, and I try to make myself breathe.
Royal slides his fingers back down the other direction. “It’s okay if you’re not ready for this.”
“I am, it just surprised me.” I close my eyes and force a breath.
“All you have to do is say stop and we’ll stop.” He reminds me.
I feel massage oil poured at the cleft of my ass and focus on how good Royal’s touch feels. One of his hands works between my legs, and my thighs tremble when he hits the sensitive bud of my clit.
Pressure at my back entrance draws my attention, but as fast as the pressure came, it’s gone again.
That’s how he toys with me. He teases my clit just enough to make me think about the pleasure that’s coming and then pushes against my ass. It’s slowly building the excitement. By the third, fifth, seventh time he’s teased me — I’ve lost count — I push my hips upward, begging him for more.
When he slips his finger into my ass, I gasp. The anticipated pain is nothing more than a little pressure, and the way he works my clit has me moaning. My body moves of its own accord, pushing back into him.
“Like that, gorgeous?” I can hear the sultry smirk in his voice. “You look so good like this. Your ass in the air. Presenting for me. I like your silent begging to be fucked.”
I gasp again as he slowly thrusts his finger in and out of my ass. The pressure changes with each stroke, building my pleasure, and those strokes match the way he pets my clit. I swear I’m already seeing stars.
“Royal.” I say his name as a warning.
A warning for what though? That I’m going to come? That I like this? Neither of those things needs a warning, do they?
“Be so good and come for me,” he growls in encouragement.
It feels too soon, like we haven’t played enough, but his words do it. They push me over the edge, and I press my hips up into him as he works my body. I grind against his hands, the pressure in my ass growing as I come. And god, it feels so good.
I grip the sheets and clench everything in my body as I come. By the time the orgasm passes, I’m panting, my toes are tingling, and I can hear that Royal’s talking to me.
It takes a moment for my ears to stop ringing before I can hear him clearly.
“You’re so perfect.” He slows his movements on my clit. “I knew you’d have such a big orgasm. Gorgeous, you’re perfect. So adventurous. And I could listen to that scream forever.”
“I didn’t realize I was making noise,” I pant, my voice feeling a little scratchy.
“So loud. So good.” Royal is moving, pulling himself away from me, and I dislike it, but I let it happen. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m just going to clean up a little bit, then we’ll see if you’re a ‘more than one orgasm in a play session’ kinda girl.”
I open my eyes and see Royal pull a package of wipes out of his nightstand drawer. He cleans his hands, but I’m not focused on that. His cock is hard, and he’s wearing way too many clothes. Which isn’t saying much since he’s shirtless.
“Why am I always naked and you’re dressed? Am I a bad partner, not making sure you —”
“You’re perfect and not a bad partner.” Royal stops me from spiraling.
After tossing the wipe in the waste bin beside his nightstand, Royal dips his hands into his pants. Through the fabric, I watch as he fists himself.
He closes his eyes, and his head rolls back. “You have no idea how badly I want to say fuck it, be bad, and push you too far and fast with this.”
“Why won’t you?” I try not to take it personally, but that statement feels pointed.
“Because I want you to want me. I want you to enjoy everything there is about sex, and being shown, the right way, is what will get you just as excited as I am.” He looks back down at me. “Think you want another orgasm?”
I smile, wagging my butt back and forth. “If I say no, it’d be lying.”
“Well, we wouldn’t want that.” Royal pulls his hands from his pants before sliding them down his legs. He kicks them aside, and I’m distracted watching his cock.
I’ve become some sort of sex fiend or something because I can’t help but look at it. I want to feel him inside me again.
Rolling to my side feels awkward. But once I’m on my back with my pelvis tipped up in the air, it feels just as good as having my butt up.
“Now that’s a view.” Royal bites his bottom lip.
He works liquid over the toy he’d previously gotten from his cabinet and then comes back to bed. The mattress dips with his weight as he walks on his knees toward me. His eyes turn moody, but it’s not anger. It’s something more mischievous.
“If I don’t get your ankles around my ears really soon, I’m going to get mad.”
“Well, we wouldn’t want that.” I repeat his words and lift my legs until they’re up in the air, my calves pressing against his chest.
His cock slides over my mound, resting between us.
“Yeah,” he groans as he slides one hand down my leg toward my hip and leans forward, my legs flexing toward my body with the movement.
“Yeah?” I quirk an eyebrow at him.
“I can see myself fucking you like this.” He turns his head, nipping at the inside of my ankle before kissing it.