Page 103 of Twisted Royals

Was that an indirect way of calling me a smartass?

Noticing he’d picked up a paddle that was the twin of the one he’d shown me in his office, I decided to keep that question to myself. He smacked it against his own thigh and had the audacity to grin down at me.

“I believe twenty-two with this little fellow will go a long way in helping you remember your manners, Princess.”

“But I’m only twenty-one!”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Not one second after promising to remember your rules, you’ve already broken one.” His lips twitched and I knew I wasn’t the only smartass in the room. “It’s traditional to add one to grow on. That’s why twenty-two. Of course, now, I can’t begin your birthday spanking until I give you a couple to reinforce that promise. Or do you disagree?”

“No, Sir. As my Dom, I completely trust you to know what I need.”

“Good answer,” he said, bending not to swat my butt, but to kiss my cheek, then my forehead, the tip of my nose and finally, lifted my head enough to press his lips against mine. When he released me, he smiled. “Do you think you’ll remember now?”

“I’m not sure, Sir. I might need to be reminded quite frequently.”

“I think that can be arranged. But for now, if I don’t get your spanking started, we won’t get every swat in before the clock strikes midnight and your birthday is over.”

I had no idea it was that late. Where had all the time gone? I’d promised Deanna I wouldn’t stay out too late. I sure hoped she thought the same about curfews as she had when she was finally allowed to start going out with friends—that they sucked. If not, I was sure to get an earful.

All thoughts of my sister evaporated when that paddle made contact with my ass. I cried out and arched my head back, this sting going much deeper than those from his hand. By the time he reached ten, I’d settled and the sting morphed into heat that traveled directly from my buttocks to my sex. I no longer cared if my thighs were dripping or that my legs were most likely opening and closing, providing little peeks of my intimate bits for him to enjoy.

The yips of pain I’d been giving turned into moans of pleasure. I hadn’t lied when I admitted I was a newbie, but I had read books about submission. We were six princesses with strict parents whose rotors spun so rapidly they made other helicopter parents appear to be hanging still in midair. But, we had friends and had ways of sneaking books and magazines and movies into the castle. We might tattle on each other for other things, but we’d all sworn an actual blood oath never to disclose anything to our parents about these forays into the outside world. The only exception had been if any one of us even thought about delving into recreational drugs or became too enamored with alcohol. We’d all had champagne at royal dinners, but if we started tipping back shots of vodka every day, we all shared the opinion it was time for an intervention.

But reading, watching, and dreaming was nothing like experiencing the actual event. The knowledge that this man was slowly but methodically driving me toward the brink, his every move serving to offer the gift I’d so craved brought warmth to my heart and tears to my eyes. With every set of five, he paused to stroke his hand over my stinging behind before bending to press a kiss a different part of my body. My shoulder, my arm, my hand, my spine, even lifting my hair to kiss the nape of my neck. I never knew where he’d kiss next and the anticipation was helping drive me wild.

When the twentieth stroke was applied and the kiss given, this time to the sole of my right foot, I was so ready to come I couldn’t see straight. I was positive that the slightest brush against my throbbing clit would make me explode.

“Please, please, please.”

“My poor princess, begging so sweetly but your spanking is not yet over,” he said after squatting down beside me again. “Perhaps if you thank me just as sweetly after each of these next two, I might find it within me to ease that burning.” He leaned forward and brushed his lips against mine before pulling back a fraction of an inch and adding, “And we both know I’m not talking about the fire in your ass, don’t we?”

“Yes, yes, Sir. Please, may I have the last two?” So that part of those books was true. Submissives really did beg to be spanked and offered thanks for the strokes. I now understood why they did. If they burned anywhere as hot as I was, and the only alternative to self-combustion was a little bit of begging, then I was all in.

“You may,” he granted and when the paddle landed against my sit spot, I not only howled, I thanked him and begged him to give me another. When he granted my wish and I was a throbbing mess, he dropped the paddle and ordered me to spread my legs. I couldn’t open them wide due to the restraints around my ankles, but it was enough. I shot to the ceiling the instant his fingers drifted over my sex.

“Oh god,” I moaned as I tried to wrap my head around everything I was feeling. I’d stroked myself beneath the covers of my bed, but this… his fingers were causing nerves I hadn’t even known existed to begin firing.

When he pressed his thumb firmly against the puckered opening of my ass, my mind went blank, my entire body clutched and I threw back my head and screamed as the most intense orgasm of my life ripped through me.

“Again,” Max demanded, circling my clit, the finger at my anus tracing around the rim of my tight hole.

“I-I can’t,” I moaned.

“Believe me, you can,” he countered and I finally learned where the next kiss was going to be placed. His tongue slid between the lips of my sex before he sucked the entirety of my clit into his mouth. This time, the primal groan was his as he tasted me for the first time. The feelings flooding me were impossible to describe but the moment he sank his thumb deep in my ass, he lit the fuse that sent me straight into the stratosphere.

I don’t really remember much after that. The next time I was somewhat cognizant of what was going on, I was no longer strapped to the bench. I was cradled on his lap, both a blanket and his arms around me. His eyes met mine and that grin that never failed to make my toes curl appeared.

“Welcome back.”

“I’m not sure if I should apologize or just say wow.”

“Never apologize for shattering in my arms, or rather, under my touch. I promise you, there is nothing more satisfying to your Dom than to know I’ve brought you pleasure that takes you over so completely that you disappear from this plane of existence for a little while.”

How could I ever have thought I hated this man? He was far too good to be true and far more than I deserved, but I had no idea how to convey those feelings other than to reach up and stroke his face. “You’re a wonderful man, Donovan Oliver Maximillian, and an incredible Dom.”

“And you’re the sweetest princess and sexiest submissive I could ever have wished for.”

I giggled and shook my head, the compliments more than I could take. I pulled my arm out from under the blanket and lifted it over my head, waving my hand.

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