His Princess (A Royal Romance)(118)

“Mmm,” she purrs.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Are you going to f*ck me again?”

“Yes, but not right now.”

She actually pouts.

“You were a bad girl, Rose.”

“But I—”

“I don’t mean just now. You broke into my house and went through my things without permission. You need to be punished. Don’t you?”

“Yes,” she says.

I slip out from under her and stand up. Then I grab her ankles and pull her to the edge of the bed, while she squeals in a mixture of alarm and delight.

“Blindfold stays on,” I warn her.

Her legs hang down the side of the bed. Her toes, still in her socks, rest on the carpet, and her body quakes with anticipation. She arches her back a little, thrusting her incredible ass up in the air for me, anticipating something she never knew she needed.

I use my open hand first. The blow stings my palm as my hand makes contact with her ass and leaves a rising red handprint on her cheek. Rose cries out in alarm and pain, and it twists into a moan as she squirms on the bed.

It’s making her wet. Just one hit.

This one is marriage material.

Again. I don’t spare the other cheek. Rose jerks, cries out, and thrusts her ass up in the air.

“Harder,” she says, her voice quivering with…embarrassment?

“It’s okay to want it,” I tell her, giving a light caress before I slap her rump so hard it sends a shock up my arm. “It’s okay to want. Just let it happen.”

“Yes.”

I spank her again and again, over and over until her ass is bright red and she’s quivering, a wet spot under her on my sheets.

“Quentin,” she says, very softly. “I want you to use the belt.”

I stand up. My cock is so hard I can barely stop myself from thrusting inside her right now, but I step to the end of the bed and slip the belt from the footboard.

After I bend it, I snap the leather and watch her jerk in surprise on the bed, flinching like she’d been hit. Good. The anticipation is as sweet as the blow. She arches her back and raises her ass to take her punishment as she quivers in excitement.

My first stroke is light, quick, barely enough even to sting, and yet Rose moans like it’s my cock in her *. She writhes on the bed, pleading, more, in silence.

I give it to her. I watch her uncoil as my belt whips her ass, whipping her into a frenzy. She starts to play with herself and I grab her hand, pull it out from under her, and lay a hard stroke across both cheeks.

“No touching yourself. You come when I let you.”

She groans but doesn’t argue, she just grips the sheets in her fists and takes her punishment, her ass jerking when she hears the belt singing in the air.

Then it happens. One blow too much and she jerks up from the bed, curling up in a ball, her whole body quivering, arousal slick on her legs. I stand over her with my cock rock hard and watch her come, hugging herself and shaking as it rolls through her.

I want to f*ck her now. I want to see her face as I invade her, feel her cunt clamp down on me. I could explode inside her with one stroke right now, then keep going until I fill her again, over and over, relentlessly f*ck her like a machine until she forgets where she is.

Rose stills, and I can’t help but gingerly touch her soft cheek, trace my finger over the blush. She flinches then goes still.

“My butt hurts,” she says.

I suppress a laugh and grab her hips. “Lay on your stomach.”

“Are you going to…”

“It’s not time yet. I said lay on your stomach and stop asking questions, Rose. I own you now.”

She says no more and spreads out on the bed facedown, sighing softly. I sit beside her and rest my hands on her tense, quivering shoulders. So much tension. She groans as I dig my thumb into the knots.

“I want you to release yourself. Relax completely.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Sir. I like that.”

It takes work, easing the tension in Rose’s body. It’s like every muscle is as tight as a little rock under her skin. I start with her neck and shoulders, and she groans the entire time, murmuring softly to herself.

Then I work down her back. I avoid her ass except for a soft touch, running my fingers over the marks I left as signs of my ownership. It makes her twitch until I start kneading her thigh, working out the kinks in her muscles.

After I knead each thigh I work her calves. She has strong legs, thickly muscled, and tense. She moans when I squeeze the tension out of her feet.

I bend and touch my lips to the small of her back, just barely, just a touch, and watch her shudder. I start with my mouth, not deep kisses or licks, just a little brush of my lips against her skin, moving first up her spine toward her neck. She lies in the bed totally relaxed, splayed out, and willing, but a fresh tension enters her muscles when she feels my touch.

Now I bring in my fingers, just the tips, on her shoulders as I sit up. My touch is so light she can barely feel it, so she shudders even at the hint of where my hands will go. I slip up her back and over her shoulders then down her arms, and she quivers and lets out a little gasp as I stroke her palms, her fingers curling, trying to grasp mine. I snatch them away.

Then I run my fingers down her back, along the outside of her hips and legs, forcing myself down as I do. It’s everything I can do not to take her now, my cock throbbing with need.