Page 88 of A Broken Throne of Bronze

Viridian’s eyes darken, taking in the sight of me spread out before him. “Pull down your nightgown.”

I drag my hands up my body and hook my fingers under the neckline of my nightgown. It falls past my waist when I pull it down. I’m fully naked now, save for the nightgown circling my hips.

My mind knows it’s wrong to lay myself bare before him. But I’m too weak to fight the overwhelming sensation in my body that tells me I want this.

More than anything, I want this.

So, I run my hand along my chest, fingers grazing the base of my neck.

“That’s it, Little Fawn. Touch your chest. Squeeze your breasts.”

Cupping my breasts in my hands, I squeeze them. An airy breath escapes my lips. Losing myself in the feeling, I run my fingers around my nipples, and I feel them harden to attention even more. As if they weren’t already hard enough.

“Those needy, needy nipples,” Viridian says gruffly. “Play with them.”

Flicking my thumbs across my nipples, I moan, arching my back. After playing with them for a little, I move one of my hands to touch myself.

“Not yet,” Viridian orders, rubbing himself through his pants. “You’ll touch yourself when I tell you.”

Biting my lip, I groan, pinching and pulling at my nipples.

“Please,” I whine. “Let me touch.”

Viridian smirks, and he licks his lips. He watches me squirm on the bed, my body thrumming with anticipation. My skin is hot, and I feel like I’m filled to the brim with a torturously sweet sensation. The ache between my legs grows even stronger.

My breath quickens.

“Viridian,” I whimper.

He only watches me, that starved expression working at his jaw.

“Viridian.” My voice is desperate. Needy. “Please. Please.”

His stare locks with mine. “Now you can touch yourself.”

My right hand releases my breast and moves back down between my legs. I can feel Viridian’s burning gaze follow it all the way down.

Dipping my fingers into my wetness, I rub the soft mound at the apex of my thighs, moving my fingers in circular motions. My other hand squeezes my breast, thumb brushing back and forth across my nipple at the same time.

I tilt my head back in pleasure, eyelids drooping.

“Eyes on me,” Viridian commands, his voice rough. “I want to see it in your eyes when you come for me. Understand?”

I nod.

“Do you understand, Little Fawn?”

“Yes,” I pant.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Viridian cocks his head. “There’ll be none of that in here. In here, you’ll call me sir. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

Viridian’s pupils dilate, his hand gripping the bulge in his pants. “There’s a good girl.”

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