Page 27 of Her Royal Master
He rubbed the head of his cock across my parted lips, and I moistened it with my tongue.“Open wide, baby.Show me how deep you can take it.”
Again, my brain flitted to the wonder that if Derek had ever said such a thing, I would’ve bitten him where it hurt, but from Darius, it only made me wet.I filled my mouth with his cock eagerly, loving the groan of satisfaction that issued from his lips, the jerk of his hips, the lengthening and twitching of his magnificent cock.
I took it as deep as I could, trying my hardest not to choke when it hit the back of my throat.I don’t know why this kind of choking didn’t bother me.It was only the external, hands around the throat kind.
“That’s a good girl,” he rumbled, fingers tangling in my hair and urging me forward.
I hummed around his manhood, swirling my tongue when he slid in, sucking hard when he withdrew.
He tightened his grip on my hair.It should’ve hurt, but instead it felt wonderful.He dragged me forward and backward over his cock, then held me still and pumped in and out of my mouth.It terrified and aroused me at once—the loss of control allowing me to simplybein the moment.Simply experience what he chose for me to experience.Who needed yoga or meditation when I could find nirvanahere?On my knees.With a duke’s cock in my mouth.
I got lost in pleasing him, reaching for his thighs to stabilize myself.
“Uh uh.”He pulled out and I gazed up, dazed.“I told you no touching.Get up on the bed.”
I wasn’t sure how he wanted me on the bed, so I crawled onto my hands and knees and waited.
“On your back, spread those thighs, baby.I’m going to fuck you hard and deep.Make you remember who knows how to make you come.”
My body shook with anticipation, his dirty talk nearly bringing me to the brink without a single touch.I slid onto my back and parted my knees wide.He crawled over me, a condom already sheathing his cock.
I was already silently chantingplease, please, pleaseat the sight of it, so ready to take him again—desperate for this one last fuck before we parted ways forever.
What I wasn’t ready for was the hand he clamped over my throat.
I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out.Not because he’d cut off my air, just because it freaked me out.
He ignored my panic and sought the notch between my thighs, sinking into me with a muttered curse in his own language.
I’d frozen.Instead of fighting him, trying to wrestle my way out of his stranglehold, I’d turned to stone.Afraid that if I did move, those strategically-placed fingers might tighten their hold.
Darius still ignored my obvious panic, rocking into me, filling my needy channel.It felt good, but I couldn’t acknowledge it, couldn’t get my wild thoughts off the hand at my throat.
He’s punishing me.
His lack of caring about my fear hurt more than I wanted to admit, but part of me also felt I deserved it.I was using him for a story, and this was payback.My worst fear actualized.
He thrust deep, pounding harder into me.His eyes closed in obvious satisfaction.He was taking his pleasure without catering to mine.
I closed my eyes, too, fighting to come back from the terror engulfing me.
Something light brushed over my cheek.I opened my eyes to find Darius right over me.The thumb of the hand around my throat caressed me.Which meant… he couldn’t be squeezing my neck.At all.
I turned my head to see his other hand beside my head, all his weight leaning on it as he rocked in and out.“Come for me, baby,” he murmured.
He wasn’t punishing me.He was still trying to fix me.Desensitizing me.Confusing me by making the act of holding my throat a part of sex.Sex that was mind-blowing.
I shattered, my internal muscles lifting and squeezing his cock, my inner thighs tightening.
Darius shouted a curse.“Christ, you’re so fucking tight when you come, baby.”He thrust in and out harder as my orgasm continued to roll through me, wringing out every ounce of my pleasure and his.“Take it,” he growled, shoving deep and following me over the edge and into the ecstasy of release.
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Darius
After sex, there was nothing left to say.I knew she was probably fragile after her release, but I couldn’t hold her and whisper in her ear that she was safe and I had her.
She was leaving.
