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It occurred to me I ought to feel afraid, but I didn’t.Maybe because I sensed Darius’ skill and confidence.Or because even when he was rough, I felt his tightly leashed control.And he’d been so careful to get my consent first.
I moaned into the bedcovers, taking them between my teeth when the intensity built.I wanted to come, but I also never wanted it to end.“Please,” I whined.
“That’s it, baby.I love it when you beg.”Darius surged forward, pushing me flat on my belly and changing the angle of his entry.He thrust upward with hard, punishing strokes, pressing his hand down on my nape.I expected to panic, but since his fingers weren’t on my throat, the show of dominance only turned me on.I lifted my ass to take him deeper, my breasts rubbing against the sheets of the bed.
He made a growling noise, and my body started to quake, as if so in tune with him it sensed the promise of completion.
“Please… please,” I chanted.
His roar filled the small room, and he shoved deep and came, his larger body covering mine in complete ownership.My climax crested the moment he stopped moving, muscles clenching around his large cock in wave after wave of satisfied release.
My face flooded with emotion, like I was going to cry, although I couldn’t imagine why.The release.Or was it the vulnerability?
Darius’ body gave one last shudder, and he bit my neck.
Another spike of pleasure shot through me, and I melted into the bed, fully claimed.
He eased out and rolled beside me, his palm still draped over my nape, thumb lightly caressing my skin there.
I lay sprawled the way he’d left me, on my belly, legs spread wide, boneless.
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American Beauty drifted immediately to sleep.It was unbelievably adorable, her light sighs slipping through swollen lips, flushed face relaxed.I didn’t want to disturb her.I managed to remove the condom and toss it in the trash next the bed, and then I simply laid beside her watching.
She’d yielded so easily.Just gave herself to me.I hadn’t expected her to sayyes.To docilely assume the position I suggested.Thought I’d have to command her surrender, trick her into it, even.I’d been ready for a worthy adversary in a battle of wills.But she was a natural submissive, even though her mind resisted.Her body had gone pliant, responded like it was made just for me.For my fingers to play, my tongue to lick.
And that delicious ass…mmm.American booty—so firm and round.My handprints still glowed pink on her smooth skin, like art on a canvas.I wanted to fuck her again.Spank her again.Take her ass next time.Chain her up, and keep her as my prisoner for the rest of the trip.
Which, actually, would be necessary.
She was trouble, for sure.Almost certainly a reporter, though she hadn’t admitted it.Young, but intelligent.She had nerve, showing up on this yacht.I needed to find out her name, and who she worked for.Mostly, I needed to keep her away from Kaspar.If she was responsible for another lurid story being printed about my deviant ways, it was one thing, but I couldn’t allow our future king’s reputation to be sullied.
So, yeah.She’d be my prisoner, and I’d train her in the art of submission.
I stroked a lock of hair back from her face, wanting to study the delicate bone structure, deconstruct what made her so beautiful.
She made a faint humming sound, and her eyelids fluttered open.Just a cat nap.For one brief moment, her eyes rounded with innocent awe, like she couldn’t believe she’d woken beside me.Then the wariness snapped into place, and she pushed herself to sit.
“Well…” Her gaze darted around the room, and she lunged for the t-shirt I’d given her earlier.
I caught her wrist.“I didn’t say you could cover up.”
Her face flushed, and she tugged to free her hand, eyes locked on mine with more curiosity than fear.Damn if her sweet nipples didn’t pebble up again.Had that tight pussy grown damp for me, too?
Her stomach rumbled.
I raised a brow.“Are you hungry, slave?”
She cracked a smile, which flickered with uncertainty, then returned to full wattage.“It’sslave, now?NotAmerican Thighs?”
“It’s whatever I want to call you, even after you give me your real name.Which is…”
A resolute expression came over her face.“I’m going by Allegra here.”
I grabbed her other wrist and held both high in the air, lifting her pretty tits.With my free hand, I slapped her breast.
