Page 43 of Heartless Prince

I kept repeating that, and as promised, Elias kept the vibrations going. He moved closer and hooked a finger around the edge of my panties before sliding them down just an inch or two, enough to let his thumb creep in and touch my swollen clit. My arousal was painfully obvious, quickly soaking him, and he hummed appreciatively as he rubbed my clit in slow circles. “You’re such a good girl when you’re like this,” he muttered. “So wet. So beautiful.”

He’d always acted as if he despised me, but his voice was betraying him, showing how aroused he was. Dark and low and gravelly.

All of a sudden, he bent down and kissed me. My body went rigid against him, and a bolt of electricity burst through my veins. As he hunted for a way into my mouth, I took a deep breath through my nose and found myself swathed in his scent. Rich, spicy, clean, oh-so masculine.

His tongue bathed my lips in heat as he leaned in, deepening the kiss, and finally I opened my mouth all the way, letting his tongue slide inside to conquer mine. With his hand down my panties and his other arm holding me flush against him, I had no way of escaping his embrace. For a moment, I didn’t even want to. A wave of primitive emotion swept through me, arousal that scared me more than any of his earlier threats of physical pain.

He drew back, lusty gaze focused right on my face as his thumb kept circling my clit. The wave of arousal became a dark, churning storm deep inside, threatening to overwhelm me.

“I think I’m going to….” I hesitated, needing to suck in a deep breath. I’d never had an orgasm before, but I felt myself being pulled toward the edge of something, and I knew I was close.

“Come?” Elias said, his deep voice laced with amusement.

I nodded anxiously.

“Who is making it happen?”

“You.”

“Who am I?”

“My… my Master,” I gasped. I don’t mean it, I don’t mean it, I kept reminding myself, but the words were becoming a distant haze in the back of my mind as the impending climax threatened to engulf me.

“It isn’t fair if you get all the pleasure,” he muttered against my ear, pulling his hands away from me. The panties stopped vibrating.

I let out a moan of protest, and Elias chuckled. “Patience,” he said. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. I swallowed hard as I saw it for the first time. “I’m going to fuck your mouth, and you aren’t going to come until I do.”

Shaking desperately, I got down on my knees and looked up at his hard length. Elias kept the panty controller in one hand and used the other to grip my head, fingers roughly tangling in my hair to create a makeshift ponytail as he pulled me forward and pressed the tip of his cock against my lips.

My eyes grew wet with tears again, but I didn’t stop him. He tasted slightly salty, and I let him go in deeper, sliding the whole crown of his cock inside my mouth.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Keep taking it. Lick it and suck on it.”

He slid in farther, and I moaned and began to suck on him, my tongue flicking over the slit before licking the veiny underside. His hips thrust deeper into my mouth, and as much as I hated him, I had to admit I liked hearing his deep grunts and groans of pleasure.

He hit the back of my throat, and my vision blurred as tears spilled out. I felt like I was choking, but Elias didn’t seem to care. He kept thrusting, yanking on my hair harder, filling my mouth and throat with his throbbing length. I forced myself to look up at him, not wanting to miss the expression on his face when I finally made him come.

He was looking down at me, eyes dark and warlike, as if this were somehow difficult or painful for him to do. “That’s it, little slut,” he growled. “You’re a fucking natural. I knew you would be.”

He switched the controller back on. I moaned against his cock as my clit began to throb again. The cell was filled with the sounds of my wet mouth on his thick cock and the humming vibrations of the panties along with my plaintive moans and his husky groans. I began to breathe even deeper as I felt myself approaching the cliff’s-edge of my climax again. Elias noticed and began to move his hips faster, his grip tightening on my hair. Then he slowed and let out a deep groan, erupting in my mouth, hot and salty and slightly bitter.

I swallowed every last drop. At the same time, I felt an immense pressure deep within my core, and then it exploded out of me in hot waves of incredible pleasure mixed with trembling fear. Elias pulled his cock out of my mouth, and I cried out, the waves still crashing through me. The desperate sounds tearing from my mouth seemed to amuse him. He smirked down at me as I collapsed to the cold floor, my legs twitching.

The pleasure began to fade, replaced with stinging regret almost immediately. For all my talk of staying strong and refusing to give up, I’d broken down and given Elias everything he wanted within just a few hours. I was weak. Pathetic.

The magnetic attraction between us didn’t help matters, either. Even though I didn’t want to admit it existed, it was always there. Powerful, seductive. Toxic.

I hated him, and I hated myself for responding to him and sinking so low. I felt dirty, used, ashamed. I should’ve accepted the cattle prod or the whipping… it would’ve stung, but at least I would have maintained my dignity by refusing to ‘admit’ that Elias owned me.

“I’ll never forgive you,” I whispered, more to myself than him.

Elias heard me. “I probably shouldn’t be forgiven. I’ve always known that. But you… neither should you. In that respect, we’re exactly the same, Doll,” he muttered.

I wondered what he’d done that made him think he didn’t deserve forgiveness. Was it just my kidnapping? Or was there more?

Why did I even care?

I broke down in sobs, each one ripping out of me in painful contractions as my chest shook. Elias didn’t leave. He simply stood and watched me with a derisive stare in his eyes. “What’s wrong?” he finally asked. “Tell me, Doll.”

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