Page 29 of Regal Queen

He leaned closer to me, his hand smoothing over the pain he’d inflicted on my ass but his voice was a deep rumble against my ear. “You like this, Rapunzel? Like it when I spank you?”

"Yes," I breathed, nodding my head, hating that he’d been right all along.

He grunted, his hand coming down again and again, spanking me in rapid succession, and I struggled to keep up with the counting. With each hit, pain lanced up my ass and spine, sending me tailspinning with want and need. I was so fucking turned on that my inner thighs were dripping with my want, and my mind struggled to grasp onto the reality of what was happening.

As he kept going, I soared higher and higher until I was dangling over the cliff.

The last five were done so quickly that I couldn’t count fast enough to keep track. Suddenly I squealed with the pain of the last one.

It exploded through me and my whole body jerked.

I came.

I fucking detonated, my stomach jerking, my knees trembling, my pussy clenching. Juices running down my inner thighs.

God, I fucking came as this man spanked me.

Then Bourbon fell to his knees behind me, his hands clenching on my hips tight to steady me. He buried his face between my legs, licking and suckling my pussy, running his tongue through my puffed lips, lapping up my come.

“You taste so perfect.” Moaning, the man ate me out, licking and suckling every part of my pussy until he’d cleaned every bit of my juices.

When I was clean, he pulled me downward, shifting me so that I was in his lap, facing him, my pants pulled back up and my legs wrapped around his waist.

I was floating, weightless, as Bourbon gripped my hips, stabilizing me. His other hand went to my throat, steadying me, and I was suddenly grounded, staring up into those piercing eyes. Those shades of dark blue that matched the night sky above us.

His voice was a growl. "I need you to decide what you want, Rose. Because if you want me, I will put a baby in you, and then you can never walk away from me, ever. You understand? If you decide that you belong to me, then I will never share you with Coulter, and I will never, ever let you go. Say you understand me."

I nodded, fully in the moment now. "Yes. I understand."

He stared into my eyes for a moment longer, assessing my statement. Then he leaned forward, closing his eyes and pressed his forehead against mine. “Good girl.”

Cupping my face, he kissed me. This time, his kiss wasn't demanding, but soft and sweet, his lips and tongue gentle against mine, taking his time to fully taste me. It was the sweetest kiss I’d ever had, and I clasped at the front of his shirt, holding him there, wishing I could stay in this moment forever.

“Good girl,” he murmured one more time against my lips, then he pulled pack and tucked me into his chest, stroking my back lightly with his fingers.

I leaned against his chest, and relaxed, even though my ass was burning. As if reading my thoughts, he shifted me so that my ass was touching as little as possible, then settled me into him again.

I closed my eyes, reveling in the feel of his fingers on me, caressing me lovingly.

Lovingly. God, was that what this was?

He said he wanted to put a baby in me.

A. Baby.

If that didn’t say something, then I don't know what else did.

I was still in shock and disbelief.

But the way he was taking care of me right now, the way he was soothing me, made me believe that he meant it. That he felt something more for me, too. Something pulling me to him, a kind of connection I’d never had with any other human being. I didn’t know how to describe it, but I felt it and that's what mattered most.

"Sir."

Bourbon pulled back, looking up at the man that was now staring down at us from the glass door.

"Yes?" Bourbon didn’t looked surprised.

"It's time to kiss the ring."

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