Page 84 of Ivory's Ruin Romance

He knew. He knew the last thing she needed to overcome, the thing she feared. He hadn’t intended to bring it up today and would gladly have given her as much space as she needed or asked for, but as she reopened her eyes, he saw she was ready.

Her history with Jace held no power over her. Nothing that poor excuse of a lifeform had done could hold her down, and fuck if he would ever let himself get in the way of her healing.

She was royalty, and he’d make sure she was treated as such.

“You can do whatever you want, sweetheart.”

A deep blush accompanied her smile as she let go and gingerly pulled her pants over her hips. He couldn’t help the way his gaze dropped to linger for one final glance before her panties concealed her pussy.

Her stifled laughter filled the room. “I think I’m a little sore, but I’d love seconds later.”

He raked his eyes up her body, not trusting what words might come out next. “Be careful what you ask for.”

No doubt she’d be sore all day, but if she thought that would save her, she guessed wrong. He held no reservations about turning her black and blue, then eating her out to soothe the pain until her soul left her body.

She cleared her throat. “So, um…”

Now it was her eyes that lingered, looking at his fully erect penis like a foreign dish at an expensive restaurant. He shrugged off his jacket, folded it in two, and let it fall to his feet between them. The cement would still be harsh, but that would provide enough buffer to let her take her time. His brave queen had asked for what she wanted, and it was time for him to deliver.

“Kneel.”

The command smoothed out the worry lines between her eyebrows, relaxing her as she sank to the ground. She got herself settled, then looked up, those wide, attentive eyes filled with trust and longing. Such an eager student. Though with this, he’d give her all the control.

Precum leaked from his slit, his veins large and swollen. He shifted his legs shoulder width apart and shoved his pants down, having zero regrets about going commando this morning. Nothing remained between them save his hard cock, desperate for the smallest drop of her affection. She regarded him with a determined expression and nervously nibbled on her lip.

“Worship me,” he ordered in a reverent whisper.

Her eyes flicked up to his. Hell, if an enchantress could look at him like that, he must’ve been looking at someone else in the mirror this whole time.

Confirming she had permission, she reached out and began to explore, each gentle touch and hesitant caress amplifying his anguish. It was the sweetest torture, the most exquisite form of pain. All she had to do was ask, and he’d let her punish him like this every day for the rest of his life.

His eyelids grew heavy with lust as he watched her investigate, smearing his precum and the remnants of her orgasm around his head. Her finger traced under the ridge of his corona from front to back. Then she raised his heavy cock up to cup his even heavier balls. Leaning forward, she touched her nose to his thigh and breathed in deep.

“Fuck,” he hissed. He was going to shoot all over her face if she wasn’t careful. “Use that sweet mouth of yours to make me come.”

He couldn’t live without it, but he wasn’t prepared for it either when her tongue swiped out and licked his perineum. She trailed open-mouth kisses down his length and sucked his balls into her mouth. The groan that ripped from the back of his throat sounded so loud he swore it shook the whole room. It certainly shook all of him.

Desperate to maintain his grip on sanity, he focused out a slow breath and closed his eyes, but damn, it was a sight to behold. His self-control wouldn’t last long. He watched as she slid her hot lips over his dick, lapping and trying new angles, swallowing more and more each time.

At last, she seemed satisfied and pulled away to look up at him. “I want you to choke me.”

The obscene words hung in the air, directly in contrast to her polite tone, eliciting a strangled inhale from his lips.

She trusted him that much—to ask for the exact thing that had hurt her in the first place. It wouldn’t take much more for him to spiral over the edge of no return, but he would fulfill her request no matter the cost.

“All right,” he said. “If you need me to stop, three taps on my leg. Let me see you do it.”

She tapped three times on his thigh, and he nodded. “Hands behind your back.”

She did as she was told, holding her wrists, and stared at him expectantly.

“Shit, look at you.” He groaned at the sight of her obedience, so meek after asking to be used. “Stay just like that.” Grabbing the roots of her hair, he forced her head back farther. “Whenever I tighten my grip, you relax. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

He practiced gripping harder, and she exhaled, shoulders falling.

“Good girl. Breathe through your nose.” As she did, he pulled her head towards his cock and slid himself over her tongue. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, and a piercing ache spurred deep in his groin. He yanked himself out. “That’s going to make me come, sweetheart.”

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