Page 165 of Doubts & Fears

“Aye,” the two bastards shouted, making her laugh. The sound was rich and husky.

“You may begin, tiny tot.”

“One more question. Does my beloved have his blade?”

Oh, she wasn’t playing fair. I could only imagine what she was going to need my blade for. I nodded.

“Good, because you’ll need it. I know you want specifics, Torturer, but I promise no King shall be harmed during this process.” She turned her attention to Sebastian waiting for permission.

“Very well,” he said.

Once more, she focused on me, standing completely still. I steeled my face. She realized I was allowing her to call the shots, but the beautiful sub in her was waiting for me to allow her to begin. I was floored by her ability to sense at a moment’s notice what was required of her.

Her obedience was beautiful in its own right, but it was so much deeper. There was this innate desire in her to please, and it flourished when watered. I called her over to me with a single gesture. We’d never used them before, but something told me I should. Pointing to the floor, I tested her. She scrambled over.

I knew from game night she was well-versed in poses, so it shouldn’t have surprised me that she knew basic commands as well. She stood before me and set the small bottle of lube on the end of the couch, then traced my tattoo, waiting. I nodded, and she moved her hands up my arms sensually and then down my chest.

Every muscle in my torso flexed as her hand traveled down my stomach and pulled up the hem of my shirt, taking it off. She used the pads of her fingers to caress me, causing me to moan.

Switching to her nails, she moved her hand down my body to my belt buckle. Just like she had with Nik, she unbuckled me and pushed my pants and boxers down to my knees. She stood there trembling as she took in my size. I grinned as she almost went white.

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard. She pushed her red lips together, and then a soft “Oh my” left her mouth.

I wanted to laugh but held it in, letting the rest of the fools in the room do it for me. With a roll of her neck, she collected herself, stretching her arms like she was getting ready to work out. The entire time, she stared at my dick.

Her palm connected with the center of my chest, and she gave me a gentle shove. I kept my eyes locked on her the whole time, practically communicating with her.

It was erotic beyond anything I’d ever experienced. Not a single word was ever needed with her. I sat back and gave her my hand; she took it and climbed on top. She kneeled over me, scooting her upper body close to mine, but not sitting down.

Because of my size, her legs were spread wide, and I let my eyes travel down her body. Her perfect breasts were in my face, but fuck me, it was her pussy that held my attention. The tiny, perfect part of her I wanted to fuck hard was practically dripping down on me.

She reached up and pulled on her ponytail, loosening her hair until it cascaded down her back. She shook her head, throwing it back sensually, running her hair back and forth across my legs. My cock was sticking straight up, and I groaned as she nestled on me, pushing it down.

I jerked at the contact. “Fuck, your pussy is so wet,” I hissed.

She began a slow rocking motion, coating my dick with her wetness. Her hands were on my shoulders, and her nails dug into me as she teased the head of my cock. Back and forth, she rubbed against me, biting her lip.

“Careful now, or you’ll be the one begging to come,” I whispered.

She jerked up quickly, flushing. Shit, I should have kept my mouth closed. I wanted to grab her hips and shove her back down on my cock. The bottle of lube was on the other side of me, so she had to lean over my body to reach it. Her body moved with a gracefulness that mesmerized me. She purposefully put her nipples in front of my mouth, so I stuck my tongue out and licked it.

“You can do better than that, can’t you?” she teased and then moaned loudly when I took it deep into my mouth and sucked hard.

When I released it, she moved and grabbed the bottle. On her way back to the other side, she leaned over and drug her nipples across my cock, making me flinch until I growled.

She smirked, opened the bottle of lube, and with one small glance down, she poured some out. Closing it, she tossed it on the couch cushion. “That should be enough. Open your legs for me, Blade. I want all of you.”

I shifted, and her hand immediately went to my balls. “Fuck, even those are big,” she murmured.

I smacked her ass hard. “Watch your language.”

“Yes, Sir,” she moaned as I rubbed it.

Cupping my balls, she massaged them for a minute before she grasped my cock and tried to wrap her fingers around it but couldn’t. Her face filled with concentration as she slid her hand from base to tip in perfect strokes with a grip that was more powerful than I thought it’d be.

Having her hands on me for the first time was electric. “Do you like that, Ivan?” Her seductive voice drove me crazy, and I closed my eyes and groaned under her strokes.

She paused at the tip and rubbed her thumb over the most sensitive part. And just when I thought I was going to go insane, she switched her tempo again. Fucking Alek, he’d grabbed the heating lube, so every pump was like pure fire, and it only made it harder to fight.

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