Page 104 of The Heir

"No right to do what, little demon?" King says smoothly. "Not inform your friends of what we both know?" His eyes flash as he looks down at me. I bite my lip, trying to look away from him but he keeps me still with a hand cupped around the nape of my neck. The headboard bangs irregularly against the wall, echoing the pounding of my heart. "And what do we know, hm? That you're mine? That your body belongs to me. Your heart belongs to me?"

I swallow hard. "It's only been like three weeks," I say breathlessly.

"It doesn't matter. We both know, so tell me," he says, bending down to my ear."Just tell me."

My pussy clenches hard around him at his words.

"Yeeaahhhh…. you like it, don't you?" he whispers roughly against my mouth before tugging on my lips. Licking into his mouth I let myself get lost in his taste. "Like me taking control. Like the way I touch you.Need it."

It wasn't a question, the way he phrased it. He was telling me. But I'm nothing if not adamant I'll have a voice no matter what.

"Yes,"I say.

A high pitched sound escapes me as he traps my wrists in his hand and pulls them above my head. I moan, feeling a thin soft strip of leather being pulled over my hands and strapped tightly against my wrists, stilling my movements.

Surprising me, he rears back on his knees, shuffles back a little bit, leaving the tip of his dick just barely inside me and grasps my hipshard, yanking me down about a foot, all the way back onto him in one brutal,shockingmovement that stretches my arms almost unbearably.

At the feel of how thick he is, how brutal his dick is inside me, spreading me almost as unbearably as the rest of my body is, I scream a long, tortured sound.

Throwing my head back I arch my back off the bed, wailing his name.

My orgasm is even stronger with this feeling of possessiveness he has towards me. My heart races with the knowledge that he had a deeper hold on me than even I knew. I love this man. And with every slide of his skin on mine it gets worse.

"Ah-King…aaaahhhh."I thrash, feeling my hair whisper soft against my face.

I stiffen and pinch my eyes shut, feeling his lips and teeth enclose my sensitive nipple and tug before nibbling. I climax hard, not even able to close my legs against the pleasure, barely even able to clench my pussy down on him he's so big. His hands grab my hips in a firm grip, keeping me pinned down for him.

I'm moaning, whimpering. My heart pounds out of my chest with every suck of his mouth, but yet he works me through it.

King hums deep in his chest. The feeling vibrates through my nipple and down to my clit making me throb even harder around him. "Yeah," he chuckles. "I think you like that very much,huh baby?"

My eyes prick, feeling too much. His eyes are searing into my soul. Does he know how I feel? Can he?

"I can't come anymore," I whimper up at him as I dig my nails into my palm. "Oh, King,please…m-my pussy….I'm…"

He tilts his head and gets a little grin on his face."What's the matter, Izzy? Tired?"

"I feel like I'm going topass out."

King's chest flexes as he works to lay down on top of me, smashing my breasts. He brings a hand up to cup my breast and squeezes as he puts his lips to my ear."Then pass out;let me fuck you unconscious, sweet thing."

I swallow hard, the prospect of this man making me completely lose control ramps up my desire to an almost painful level.

"S-So are you saying…"I fall silent as he sucks my earlobe into his mouth and bites down gently, causing my overly sensitized flesh to break out into goosebumps.

He pinches and rolls my nipple, causing me to gush wetly over his dick. His hand smooths down my stomach and to where we're joined, swirling through our combined wetness, and then to my surprise he goes lower, between the seam of my buttocks and brushes his fingers against my anus.

"I want to fuck your ass, baby."

I stiffen hard, my fingers gripping the leather strap hard at the forbidden feeling. It's foreign yet exciting. The fact that it's King doing this to me makes me even more lustful. My heart races as he brushes his lips against mine, plucking and nibbling. His tongue slicks his way across my plump bottom lip, our breaths mingle intimately.

"King," I whisper. My eyes widen, feeling his finger circle and massage the tight rim of my ass. I sob, the feeling of giving myself over to him is overwhelming.

To give myself over to him in this way when I couldn't even tell him I loved him doesn't feel right.

My nails dig into the flesh of my palm, and I fight the desperate feeling swelling through my body and rendering me momentarily incapable of speech.

"Shhh…" he whispers, barely pressing. I groan as the tip of his finger sink past the tight ring of muscles and we both still completely at my sharp inhalation of breath. I jerk, feeling his thumb nestle in between the lips of my sex and circle my clit, just making me feel.

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