Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 63709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
And soon the sensations are so insanely good that I no longer care how filthy and depraved this is. All I care about is the way his hot, broad tongue is lapping rhythmically at that swollen bundle of nerve endings that has become my entire world.
The tips of his claws are digging into my hips, and once again, the acute pain is only serving to enhance the pleasure. Then he slides his hands around to find my ass, lightly scratching both cheeks before he uses the pads of his fingertips to separate them, his thumbs spreading me open wider for his greedy mouth.
That’s enough for the orgasm to start barreling towards me. I tense up, squeezing my eyes closed, on the verge of—
His tongue leaves my clit then, lapping at my obscenely spread lips instead, and when I give a groan of frustration and try to move so he’s back in the right spot, a thundering spank on my right buttock makes me cry out in surprise and pain.
“No, little one,” he growls, “you do not get to control your pleasure. I control your pleasure. I decide when you come, and I’ve decided you’re not ready.”
“Please!” I whimper, completely beyond the point of feeling any kind of shame for begging. “I am ready! I promise! I need to… so bad…”
He gives me a long, languorous, tantalizing lick, bringing me right back to the brink, then says, “Do I need to spank you to make you behave?”
His words make my pussy clench with longing. There’s no way I should be aroused by this threat, and yet it was almost enough to shove me over the edge. The one single slap he gave me felt like a brand. “No!” I croak.
Another lick. My whole body shudders with the pleasure of it. “Here’s the deal,” he says, almost conversationally. “You’re going to stay exactly the way you are. You’re not going to move a muscle. You’re not going to make a sound. I’m going to lick and suck and tease and torment this delicious little bud—” he illustrates his intent by flicking his tongue over my clit, “for as long as I want to. And when I’m ready to let you come, you will come. But you’re not to move. If you move, I’ll stop immediately, and I might just find another creative way to punish you for disobeying me—one which you don’t enjoy as much.”
At this point, I’m fairly sure that I’m going to explode the second his tongue finds my clit again. He still has one hand between my legs, pulling me apart, the other is resting menacingly on my asscheek, which is still tingling from one single spank.
Make that two, I think wryly as he slaps me again. The instant burning sting makes me let out an agonized squeal. “Have I made myself clear?” he growls.
“Yes! I promise I’ll try not to move.”
“That’s my girl.”
To my surprise—and dismay—I don’t come immediately when he resumes licking me. God knows how he does it, but he knows how to edge me with almost clinical efficiency, bringing me to the absolute brink and then backing off over and over again, until my entire body is trembling with the combination of frustration and the effort it takes to keep still and quiet. Whenever I’m just about to get there, he spanks me again, diverting my attention but ratcheting my lust even higher.
I’m beyond dripping wet. His tongue on me is so loud, it’s drowning out my rhythmic panting.
My fingers are clenching the sheets for dear life as I ache and throb, about ready to weep with need.
At last he relents, tugging my lips open further and rubbing his tongue over my clit the way I need it for long enough. It’s so intense, I can’t stand it. The orgasm hits me like a freight train, bursts of pleasure radiating from my core through my entire, vibrating body. I never knew an orgasm could hurt, but this one does—in the best possible way. The last thing I remember is making a raw, guttural noise that sounds more animal than human, and starbursts exploding in front of my closed lids with each violent spasm of my pussy.
Then everything goes dark.
EIGHT
Rose
When I come to, it takes me a moment to work out where I am. My head is thumping, like I had too much wine last night.
But I didn’t have any wine. Just cock.
Oh god, the things he did to me… the mere thought of them is enough to make my clit tingle. Shoving the memories aside, I glance around. I’m still in the enormous, fur-covered bed. I’m still naked. My clothes—and the king—are nowhere to be seen.
The room is gloomy but some light streams in from a window slit near the ceiling. It’s morning.
Ma will be so worried. I wonder if she’s gone to the riverbank yet to search for me.