Page 32 of Royal Beast
“Still green,” I admit, a breathy note to my voice. My whole body is trembling now, heart hammering in my chest. My eyes are trained on Kellan and I wonder what he’s going to do to me next. I don’t have to wait long before he begins to pull off my clothing, one piece at a time.
He takes his time in a playful manner, rolling up my socks and neatly folding my wide-legged trousers and my panties. He then unbuttons my top, making a show of undoing each button as slowly as possible. My pussy is throbbing with need now, desire burning inside me as he pops open the final button.
Once I’m naked, laid out bare before him, he steps back to look at me. Gently tugging to test the restraints, I realize that I’m well and truly under his control.
He pulls out a silk tie and wraps it around my head, securing it in a knot. I’m tied up and blindfolded now, fear and arousal warring within me, vying for the top spot.
“Color?” he asks, his voice a whisper in my ear.
“Green,” I whisper back. Inside my head, the constant need for control and order is falling away, getting quieter and quieter. My brain focuses on the sound of my breathing and the soft exhales coming from Kellan.
I feel the bed shift. The sound of the dresser opening again and then a rustling noise reach my ears. I twist, turning towardthe noise, but the blindfold renders me helpless, unable to see what’s coming next. I feel a weight press down on the bed again before smelling Kellan’s distinctive cedarwood and pine scent. His fingers reach out, trailing along my thighs, and I shiver again, unable to pull away.
Pushing my legs apart, Kellan settles between them and presses something between my folds. The object feels rubbery, like silicone, and when it starts buzzing, I move instinctively, trying to pull back, but I’m trapped.
The toy starts a suctioning motion on my clit, and I can’t pull away or move. All I can do is let out a moan, writhing as the toy is pressed against me harder. “Oh, fuck,” I curse, inhaling sharply as the toy continues its relentless torture.
Kellan begins to touch my breast as he continues to use the toy on my throbbing clit. His fingers manipulate my nipple into a stiff peak, and I moan, my thighs falling further apart. “Oh, my God, oh, God, just like that,” I beg. “Don’t stop.”
“You forget, sweetheart, I’m the one in charge,” Kellan says, pulling the toy away from my clit.
“No!” I protest, jerking my hips to try to spur him back to action. “Put it back right now!” I can’t see him, but I feel his fingers brush against my pussy lips. I try to press against them, and he chuckles.
“For every protest you make, I’m going to edge you,” Kellan warns. “That’s one already.”
“What?” I ask, furrowing my brow behind the makeshift mask.
“I’m going to bring you right up to the edge and then I’m going to stop,” he explains. I pull weakly at my restraints, uncertain whether I’m willing to let him torment me like this.
As though sensing my hesitation, Kellan leans down and strokes my hair off my forehead before whispering in my ear, “You have to learn to let other people take care of you, Darcy.”
I shudder, knowing he’s right. I have a hard time trusting people. What I’m allowing him to do right now is a huge jump for me. I recall the way my head was feeling earlier, the need for control now melting away, a soft, floating feeling replacing it.
Finally, my body relaxes, and Kellan presses the device back to my spread lips, letting the toy do its job once more. “Good girl,” he says, stroking over my hardened nipple, playing with it as he continues to move the toy against my clit. I arch my back, completely lost in the sensations.
“You’re doing so well,” he praises, his voice like a cool balm to my earlier anxiety. I find myself welcoming the floating feeling, letting his words wash over me as I surrender all control.
The toy’s speed suddenly picks up, sucking harder and vibrating at a higher intensity. I feel that familiar pressure building up inside, the warmth of desire swimming through my veins. It makes me crave more, but I try my best to go with the flow, to let Kellan take the lead.
“That’s it,” he says, moving his fingers to my other breast. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart. You don’t need to worry about an orgasm right now. All you need to worry about is letting me play your body like an instrument. Your pleasure is in my hands. I control it.”
Something unfurls inside me and I sigh, realizing how much I’m enjoying this. It’s like being submerged in a warm bath or maybe floating on a soft cloud. Even though my body demands release, my mind is content with whatever happens next. All my stress is gone with the way that Kellan is touching and playing with me.
The coil inside winds tighter, and just as it’s about to snap, Kellan pulls the toy away. I whimper, my orgasm ruined. “No, please, don’t stop!”
The words come out before I can stop them. I let out a noise of frustration while Kellan gives me a tsk.
“That’s two. Maybe this time, you’ll learn, Wildflower.”
“I’ll be good this time, I promise,” I say, closing my eyes behind the blindfold. I can practically see the smirk on Kellan’s face, but I don’t care. All I want is to feel good and earn his praise.
Kellan presses the vibrator back to my pussy as he begins to tease my body with dexterous fingers. It doesn’t take long for the familiar warmth to wash over me once again, building slowly, like waves lapping against the shore as the tide comes in. The warmth travels higher and higher on my body as Kellan pinches and rolls my nipples, rubbing the toy in slow circles against my aching pussy. I know I’m close again, but I can’t bear the thought of losing another orgasm so I press my lips shut, refusing to let out a single noise.
But it doesn’t work. It’s as if he’s too attuned to my body and he can sense how close I am. Before I can crest the final wave, he’s pulling away again.
A shiver escapes me as I lie back against the pillows. I was so close, and once again, he stopped it. A feeling of helpless frustration bubbles up and I want to scream, but then Kellan is there, whispering gentle words of praise, rubbing soothing circles into my belly.
“You can do this,” he says. “But don’t try to cheat. If you want to come, you need to be a good girl. Can you be a good girl, Wildflower?”
