Royally Not Ready(74)
Last night, I bent. Just now . . . I broke.
I rinse my body off, turn off the shower, wrap a towel around my waist, and storm into her bedroom, where she’s rubbing lotion onto her skin. I charge toward her. She looks up just in time and gasps as I push her against the wall.
“You want to play with fucking fire, well, you just set off an inferno,” I say, my forehead pressing against hers.
“K-Keller,” she says breathlessly.
“Take my towel off, now.” Her startled face means nothing to me as I repeat, “NOW.”
Her hands fumble for a moment, but when she gains control of herself, she frees me of my towel and my cock springs forward.
She attempts to reach for it, but she hasn’t earned that pleasure yet, so I pin her against the wall and say, “You will touch me when I say you can touch me.”
Her eyes flash up to mine.
Not a hint of fear.
Not a hint of hostility.
But there is intrigue.
“Let’s get one thing straight right fucking now,” I say, breathing heavily. “You might be a future queen, but when it comes to the bedroom, I’m your goddamn king. Got it?”
She swallows hard. “G-got it.”
“You will address me as ‘my King.’”
“Okay.”
“Okay, what?” I ask as I spread her legs with my hand.
“O-okay, my King.”
“Good girl,” I say, dragging my hand up her thigh to the triangle of fabric that covers her pussy. “You will no longer wear underwear. Ever.”
“Yes, my King,” she says, her voice smoother now.
“I’m waiting,” I say.
“Oh.” She scrambles out of her underwear and toes it to the side.
“And when I tell you to drop to your knees, you drop.”
“Yes, my King.”
I curl my hand into her hair and whisper, “Drop.”
Keeping her hands to herself, she drops to her knees as I keep my hand twisted in her hair. Her eyes look up at mine, but I pull on the silky, wet strands, forcing her to drop her head. “I’ll tell you when you can look at me.”
The hand not holding her hair props me against the wall as I try to gather my breath, because, fuck, she’s so responsive, so submissive. It makes me even harder.
I spread my legs and say, “Take my balls into your hand and make me come.”
“May I touch your cock?”
“No. You teased my cock far too much, so you don’t deserve it. You have two minutes to make me come. If you can’t, then you’ll be punished.”
“And if I do make you come?”
“Then you did your job. Did you expect a reward?”
“No, my King,” she says and, fuck me, the sound of her voice saying that makes me even harder.
“Good, now make me come.”
Like the good girl she is, she rubs her hands together, warming them, and then she reaches between my legs, gently taking my balls into her palm. I sigh as she lightly pulls on them, just enough to not be ticklish, but not too much to cause pain. It’s perfect, especially when she rubs her thumb down the seam of my testicles. She repeats the motion several times before she brings her mouth closer to them.
“My King, would you let go of my hair so I can get closer?”
“Yes,” I answer, letting her wet tendrils fall over her shoulders. And then she slides between my legs and brings her mouth to my balls. She flicks her tongue out on the backside, and it feels so fucking good that I brace my other hand against the wall and curl my fists.
She flicks and flicks and flicks, making my cock swell between my legs.
“Fuck,” I breathe out.
Keeping her tongue on my balls, she grips them in her hand and pulls them down slightly while she licks up. The difference in direction, the sensation of her movements, makes my stomach bottom out as I feel my balls pull together.
Still tugging, almost to the point of pain but not quite there yet, definitely turning me on, she brings them into her mouth and sucks as her thumb slides to the back of my balls, right to my perineum, where she taps.
Tap.
Suck.
Pull.
Tap.
Suck.
Pull.
“Good girl,” I say. “Just like that. Fuck, you make me so hard.” My balls tighten, the base of my cock swells. I’m right . . . there . . .
Tap.
Suck.
Pull.
Then her tongue drags up the seam, causing my whole body to quiver with euphoria. I’m seconds from exploding, my orgasm right on edge.
“Fuck, Lilly, I’m going to come. Take me in your mouth.”
She lifts from my balls, slips her mouth over the head of my cock, and sucks. I come into her throat, my body freezing in place as my muscles ripple with pleasure.
“Shit,” I mutter as I rest my head against my hands on the wall, feeling every spurt of my orgasm until there’s nothing left. “Fucking hell.” I glance down at Lilly as she removes her mouth from my cock. I place my fingers under her chin and encourage her to stand.
I help her up by offering my hand, and then I lightly pin her against the wall again. She’s a natural. That was fucking incredible. I press a soft kiss across her mouth. She sighs and moves her hand up my chest. It’s a sweet kiss, one we could both easily get lost in for hours. Actually, I could spend all day here, playing with her mouth, tangling our tongues, but I know we’ve things to do, so I pull away.