Page 139 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

She bobs her head obediently, not making a peep as she waits for my torturous actions.

“Kings punish their Maidens when they disobey or disrespect their King in public,” I make up this stupid shit to validate my upcoming move.

My fingers trail along her ass as I crouch, moving my fingers until they’re gliding between her folds. Watching her shiver and further arch her ass is one thing, but how the tips of my fingers are drenched with her juices makes me so fucking hard, I’m fighting to breathe at a normal pace.

“My Sweet Precious wants to show she’s being a little slut this fine morning,” I taunt, then lick my fingers. My groan is loud as I let my eyes close for a brief moment.

To give me a few seconds of solitude to enjoy her taste.

“So fucking wet for me.” I groan and struggle not to unzip my pants, so my cock isn’t pressing so tightly against the material. With how hard I am, I feel trapped, but the idea of having my cock in her pussy makes me want to be impatient and skip punishing her.

No. I have to do this now.

It’s now or never.

“Ten slaps over your pussy with my leather belt, Evangeline,” I disclose my punishment. “If you survive that, I’ll reward you with my cock.”

She’s trembling on her hands and knees, but she’s not disobeying the idea. I’m waiting for her to make a noise that confirms her disapproval of the idea, but the silence between us grows.

I can feel the blood racing to my cock in haste.

The idea of fucking her now seems inevitable to avoid. I mentally curse because this isn’t how I wanted to take her as our first together, but I can’t tame this desperate need. Can’t deprive myself of what I deserve.

I’ve yearned for her for years. Wondered about the magnitude of the possibilities of being with her when I began to witness her flourish as an adult. Distance didn’t stop me from admiring her from afar, and now here I am, hidden in rose bushes and exotic imported trees in the archway for elites at Leighton Royals University.

Moments before slapping her pussy before plunging my cock into her hot, dripping cunt.

I can’t possibly deny myself anymore.

No more. I need to do this now.

“Ready, Precious?”

I wait for her to look back and meet my eyes. She nods firmly, emphasizing she’s not backing down. I see the flashes of determination in those dilated eyes, making me understand she is turned on by this.

God, my Precious is a kinky slut.

The realization awakens this giddy brew of excitement. This palpable need to do more sinister things to her. I’m fighting the plentiful thoughts that wish to tempt me to take things to the next level, but I reel them in and close the door.

Focus, Matteo.

There’s that wave of control that washes over me. The word that gets me back into a state of equilibrium.

Securing my hand around the half part of my belt, I allow her a moment to feel the leather of the belt brush along her folds. I bite the side of my lip as I enjoy the sight of the black leather surface being clean on its way in and glistening on its way out.

God, she’s so fucking wet.

I want all that and more along my fucking cock.

“Ten.” I begin the countdown with a slightly shaking breath, but the whip of the belt against her pussy doesn’t hold back.

She buckles slightly as she takes it. I see how her fingers dig into the grass, and she muffles a squeak, but she remains still, despite her body trembling just slightly.

Either from nerves or buzzing anticipation.

“Nine.” I see her tense up, but I don’t correct her. She’ll learn with time that being more relaxed will make things more pleasurable for her.

Another lashing touch of my belt, and she’s still here.

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