Page 62 of The Princess Trap
“Watch it, sweetheart.” His voice was hard, and he felt her shiver. “Now tell me your safe word.”
“Milkshake.”
“Catchy.”
“Shut up.”
He lifted his palm and brought it down against her mound, firm rather than hard. Her hips jerked up as she released a low moan, her nails digging into his wrist.
He kept his voice mild as he said, “Hard limits?”
“Um…” She was panting now. “No serious pain. Just a little bit.”
He couldn’t help himself. He pressed a kiss to her cheek, finding her effortlessly now, even in the dark. “I won’t hurt you, love.”
“Well,” she said. “A little bit.”
Smiling, he spanked her pussy again. She yelped, arching into him.
“Cherry,” he said softly. “That’s the second time you’ve moved without permission. What do you say?”
“You can’t touch me and expect me to—”
Ruben pushed a finger deep inside her. Holy shit, she was tight, and soft and wet and hotter than fucking hell. Her walls clung to him, tightened and released around that single digit as she hissed, “Oh my fucking God, yes.”
“You like that?” He thrust back and forth, feeling her open up around him. “Is that what it takes to keep your pretty mouth shut? I just have to fill up your cunt?”
“Fuck you,” she panted, a smile in her voice.
He found the line of her throat with his lips, then bit. She gasped, and he bit harder, fucked her faster, turned one finger into two and then three as she spread her legs for him.
“Good girl,” he whispered, releasing her neck. His tongue laved the bite mark he’d left, feeling the slight indents in her skin. He didn’t think it would bruise, but some dark, possessive part of him hoped it might. He pulled his fingers from her pussy and she whined, rolling her hips. “Shhh,” he murmured. “I’ll look after you. Remember?”
“Yes,” she whispered into the dark. His heart swelled almostas much as his cock. God, he wanted to see her. He wanted to see her so badly.
“Let me turn the light on, Cherry.”
“No,” she said, her tone slightly panicked. “No. I’ll… Not yet. Please—”
“Okay. It’s okay.” He kissed her cheek, her jaw, the corner of her mouth, until she grew silent and still and the air between them calmed again. “Don’t worry. What’s your safe word?”
“Milkshake,” she said immediately.
“Good. Remember to use it. For anything. I mean that. Anything at all.”
“Right,” she whispered. “Yeah. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Never be sorry.”
“Okay.” Her hand came up to feather across his jaw, and just that touch brought him to the edge of desperation. Touching her was one thing. But having her touch him? The fact that she wanted him? That she wanted him enough to give him everything, including the control she held so tight to her chest? He could come right now.
Then she reached down and grabbed his hand, dragged it up to her lips, and sucked his fingers into her mouth. And Ruben almostdidcome.
Her hot tongue slid across his skin, licking him clean, licking her own fucking juices. Christ, her mouth, her lips, so full and lush and soft, and the pull of each firm suck, almost savage…. He hadn’t meant to, not tonight, but Ruben had to pull his cock out of his pyjamas and squeeze, hard, right at the base. She released his fingers with a pop and he said, his voice a ghost, “Good girl. Fuck, good girl.”
“Oral fetish, hm?”
Ruben laughed, but the sound was rough and broken. “Oral fetish as in, if I get my mouth on your cunt right now, I’ll come.”
