Page 105 of Twisted Royals

“That goes without saying. After all, we’ve played together ever since you could crawl—hey!”

“Serves you right,” I said after slugging his arm. “I didn’t mean play childish games, I meant, can I still serve you as your submissive?”

He took his time answering, tilting his head first one way and then the other until I lifted my hand again. Before it landed, he had it in his, pulling me tight against him. “Yes, Princess, you will be my wife and my submissive even though it seems you have a lot to learn about the serving aspect of that role.”

Happier than I’d ever been, I said, “Sorry, Master, I just wanted to make sure we’d never become so rigid that we wouldn’t have times like this.”

He set me back and took my face between his palms. “We will never lose this.” After he’d kissed me quite thoroughly, he grinned and added, “Especially since the next time you slug me, you’ll learn how it feels to crawl across the floor to me, naked as the day you were born and holding a nice leather crop in your teeth. When I take it from you, you’ll ask your Master to stripe your little ass for forgetting your place.”

The image he’d painted had me squirming a bit, until he said, “So is that a yes?”

I threw back my head and laughed even as I slid my arms around his neck and chanted. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

He cupped his fingers around the nape of my neck and held me still, not pulling away even as I continued to chant. Only the need to breathe had him finally pulling back, a big smile on his face. I tossed the blanket aside and slid off his lap. When I knelt at his feet and reached for the zipper of his fly, he placed his hand over mine.

“I don’t remember a line being drawn through oral,” I said, attempting to quirk my eyebrow the way he did. “Please, Sir, you got me off not once, but twice; let me return the pleasure. May I suck your cock?” Seeing the hesitation in his eyes, but also seeing the bulge in his pants jerk, I smiled. “I can’t promise I’ll do it right, but I promise to give it my best try.”

“If I say yes, will you promise never to tell our children about the night I proposed?”

“I promise,” I said, trying not to giggle. If he’d not stated I couldn’t tell my sisters or the dozen or so grandchildren I expected to have, that wasn’t my fault now, was it? After all, I had just confessed I might be a teensy bit headstrong.

At his nod, all thoughts of others disappeared. And when I began to draw his zipper down, he didn’t protest.

This too was a totally new experience, but I was thrilled to be able to offer him even a small amount of the pleasure he’d gifted me with. He didn’t attempt to help me when I worked his cock free of its prison or berate me for the giggle I couldn’t hold back when it actually jumped in my hand. The only time he spoke was to tell me that if I didn’t start doing “my subbie thing” I was going to learn how much it jerked when he came all over my fingers.

I didn’t want that, not when I was so anxious to taste him, so I opened my lips and slid the tip of his cock into my mouth. I knew I had to look awkward because I was. But I’d always been a good student. When I felt his hand on the back of my head, I was grateful for the guidance. And when he praised me with “just like that,” I could practically feel myself glowing. It might have looked graceless, but it was amazing. I discovered that steel could become velvet and that a tiny bit of additional pressure of my tongue against the ridge on the underside of his cock drew a groan of such carnality that I felt it in my core. When I gagged trying to take him deeper, he gently pulled me back, chuckling when I growled like a dog whose bone had been taken away.

“Easy, you’ll have plenty of times to practice, Princess.”

And when I continued, trying different angles and different pressure points, sucking light and then hard, his fingers fisted in my hair until I felt a sting as he tugged it sharply. Not about to surrender my toy again, I shook my head, ignoring the pull and took another inch.

“Babe, I’m about to come,” he warned.

I responded by hollowing my cheeks, drawing deeply, and when he roared and his cock jerked before filling my mouth with his seed, I’d never felt more victorious.

CHAPTER 9

Max

I’d known she wasn’t going to be curling up next to me in bed, but damn, driving her back to the hotel instead of my loft was one of the hardest things I’d ever done. I had a pretty good idea she felt the same when she sighed again.

“It’s not forever, babe,” I said, dropping my hand to squeeze hers where it rested on my thigh.

“It’s going to feel like it.”

I didn’t bother to debate with her. If I could have, I’d would have already hauled her in front of some magistrate and made her my wife. After all, we’d been engaged for twenty-one years. But not all parts of royalty were as easily set aside as taking a sabbatical of several years or a single night to explore how the rest of the world worked. I’d already served my country on the field of battle, and I’d always known that one day I would be called to serve in a different way, and I’d do my damnedest to make sure I served well. I owed it to my family both past and future, and I owed it to the people who trusted me to reign.

As the youngest of six daughters, Mia might have thought she’d have no requirements made of her, but she’d learned that not to be true. She’d been betrothed to me to form a bond between our countries as the world around us shifted. Together we’d both be stronger and better able to serve our people. It had been easy to think I could set her free of that agreement when I’d grown older and she was still a child. But now, after not only seeing her again, but holding her in my arms, drying her tears, sharing her laughter, and watching her come apart under my touch told me one thing: There was no way in hell I could see myself being happy without her. The good thing was, she had accepted my proposal, and soon, we’d never have to be apart.

As if reading my mind, she sighed again. “I wish we could just skip all the pompous stuff and just say I do because I do, do you?” She shook her head as if trying to clear it and rushed to qualify that last bit. “That came out wrong, I didn’t mean I wouldn’t do… um… you know.”

I laughed and dropped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her even closer. “Doodoo on me? That’s a bit too kinky even for me. I think you’re a little punch drunk, but yes, I most certainly wish we could as well. Unfortunately, all that pomp and circumstance comes with the crown. I can only promise I’ll be here for you no matter how much of a circus this wedding becomes.”

She pulled away and tilted her head back. “By here, do you mean here, here or home, here.” As if hearing herself, she shook her head. “You’re right. I’m so tired I’m not making any sense and it’s all your fault, Master Dom. You’ve addled my brain.”

“I believe I’ll take that as a compliment since you remembered to add a very nice honorific, though I distinctly remember hearing a little submissive begging for more,” I reminded her as I pulled to a stop at the red light.

She lifted her hand off my thigh, but before she could bring it down, yipped when I dropped my hand lower and nipped at her nipple. Then the giggles started. They got louder and louder until she was clutching her arms across her stomach. “I just… sorry, I…” Another bout of giggles followed until she straightened and took a huge breath. “Whew! I just can’t help wondering if that is what they mean by tit for that? I just think about slapping your thigh and you pinch my tit?”

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