Page 55 of Royally Drawn

“I know.” He chuckled. “Why do you think I do it?”

I moaned now as he ran one hand down to my breast.

“What do you want me to do?” Keir asked. “What would make you lose it? I want to drive you mad.”

“Throw me on the bed and take me,” I said. “Relentlessly. Like you’re dying to have me.”

Where did I learn these words? Was it Astrid’s ever-growing collection of dirty books? Was it the porn that Irarelyconsumed and only watched with the volumeoff? Or did it just flow from me when I got aroused? Was that how it worked? I didn’t know. What Ididknow was that Keir threw me down on the bed like I asked, pinning me by thewrists. He hung over me, our faces only centimetres apart. I breathed heavily, already wanting more.

“Why should I give you what you want?” He asked.

“I’m being good,” I whimpered, playing along.

He pressed against me, his erection poking into meveryobviously. I rubbed my pelvis against him. He pressed me harder into the mattress. It hurt slightly, but also felt so good to have him dominate me. I didn’t even know why I liked it. I just wanted him like this—to be cruel at a moment’s notice, and all because I allowed him to.

“You cannot just tease me like that, Ingrid.”

“Like what?” I asked, pressing my pelvis up and grinding against him again.

“I’m going to have to punish you. That’s the only way.”

He took both my wrists in his left hand, running his right down my body. I shivered as he pulled my dress up and moaned as he pulled my thong to the side and ran a finger over my clit.

“I’ve been so good, though,” I whimpered. “Why would you…”

His fingers slid inside me. My head rolled back involuntarily as he tickled my G-spot and moved his fingers in and out of me in a rhythm that guaranteed an orgasm.

“I shouldn’t let you cum,” Keir said, pulling back. “I should get off and torture you in the meantime. You don’t deserve to cum.”

“No, please, please,” I begged, pushing back against his grip on my wrists.

He pressed me back against the bed. “You will stay here and be good, or I will spank your arse until it’s blue.”

I bit my lip.

“Don’t even think about it, princess,” Keir said. “Stay right here. If you behave, I might let you cum.”

I stayed perfectly still until he came back, slowly rolling a condom over his dick. He climbed on the bed, pulling me closer towards him by the thighs and slipped inside me quicker than ever before. I gasped in surprise. He stared down, nervous for a moment.

“I’m good,” I said, breaking the spell of our game.

“Tell me if you’re not:” He kissed me sweetly—too sweetly—thenswitched into this role he inhabited. “You don’t get to cum unless I say, alright?”

“Yes, of course. I’ll be good.”

He continued fucking me, his body knocking into mine with every thrust. It was noisy—not just because of the bed creaking. The sound of skin on skin and my growing wetness made this audible clap that I worried might be off-putting.

“It’s… loud,” I moaned.

“I like loud. You’re so wet. You must have been thinking dirty thoughts all this time.”

“I don’t think dirty thoughts.”

“You’re lying.”

I was, of course.

Keir slowed, bending closer and gently rolling his cock into me. It was torturous in the best way.

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