Page 50 of Royal Deception
We go one more round with the breath play before I switch it up, looping a long, silver chain through the ring on her collar and attaching nipple clamps to her breasts. She’s got her hands tied behind her back as I take her from behind, fucking her on my lap roughly.
I yank her hair back, biting a mark into her neck, and she moans loudly. It’s got me so hot and bothered that I don’t even think when the words come spilling out of my mouth. “I want you to become my full-time sub.”
The two of us lock eyes, and I blink, wondering where that came from. But it feels so much clearer now. This is the role that Clary was designed to take in my life. It’s exactly what I need.
I turn her around to face me and kiss a line down her jaw. “I mean it,” I say. “You’re the perfect little submissive, Pet. I hate waiting a whole week to spend this time with you.”
“What…” Clary gasps when I bite down harder on another spot on her neck. “What would that entail?” she asks, a note of wariness in her voice.
“It would be like this, but full-time,” I tell her, pulling off to tug at the chain holding the clamps. She moans and bucks under me, spreading her legs wider. “But you’d come live here, with me. We’d have access to each other at all times for any scene or session we want to explore. You’d be mine, under my full control at all times.”
Clary’s eyes are fluttering shut as I angle my hips, hitting a spot deep inside her that has her thighs shaking. “All times?”
“You’d be a twenty-four, seven sub,” I explain, tugging the chain harder. The pain has to be absolutely exquisite because Clary’s inner walls constrict around me and she comes apart immediately. “I’d tell you what to eat, what to drink, what to wear, everything. You’d do ask I ask, and in exchange, I’d protect and care for you.”
There’s a hesitation in her eyes, and I know that she must be worried that I could terminate the arrangement at any time, throw her out with nothing, but I want to make sure she knows that it wouldn’t be like that.
“I’m serious,” I say, thrusting harder into her already abused pussy. “We can draw up a contract for it—a proper contract, not just a BDSM negotiation one. It would protect you and leave you with enough money to do whatever you wanted should something happen to cause the end of our relationship.”
“Let me think about it?” she asks, her voice rising as I hit that spot deep inside her once more. I nibble her ear, growling when she bounces harder on my lap, chasing her orgasm. I give her a warning slap on the thigh, and she has the good sense to look chagrined before backing off.
“Take all the time you need, Pet,” I tell her, kissing down her neck to her shoulders again before biting into the supple flesh, my teeth digging in. No matter how much I expect this to hurt, Clary seems willing to endure the pain, even relishes in it if the way she moves her hips against me is anything to go by.
I thrust a few more times, gripping her hips with my nails, and we both release at the same time, collapsing as we bask in the post-orgasmic glow.
Pulling her close, I press slow, reverent kisses along her skin, lingering over the deep red bite marks that stand out starkly against her softness. I know we should clean up, but right now, I don’t want to move. I just want to keep her close.
She shifts in my arms, her fingers tracing along my jaw before she cups my face in her hands. There’s something steady, certain in her gaze—something that makes my chest tighten.
“I have an answer for you,” she whispers.
My brow lifts slightly, anticipation curling low in my stomach. “Yeah?”
She nods, her fingers flexing slightly against my skin. “I want to do it,” she says. “I’ll be your full-time submissive. As long as I know you’ll protect me, I trust you.”
This is exactly what I wanted—her submission, her trust. I should be elated. But something about the way she says it scrapes against something raw inside me. It doesn’t feel quite right. Something about it digs at me. Something I don’t want to name.
I shove the thought away before it can take root, burying it beneath a smirk. “I knew you’d say yes, Pet.”
Clary lets out a breathless giggle, rolling her eyes before tucking herself against my neck. The warmth of her skin, the steady rise and fall of her breath—it’s enough to pull me under. My body is heavy, sated, exhaustion creeping in at the edges of my mind.
I’ll just rest for a minute. Just a short nap.
A sharp buzzing yanks me out of sleep.
I blink against the darkness,my mind sluggish as I register the vibration against the nightstand. Clary is still curled against me, her soft breaths tickling my skin. Careful not to wake her, I reach for my phone, squinting at the screen.
Liam.
That’s enough to shove the exhaustion from my body. Liam doesn’t call in the middle of the night unless it’s serious.
I slip out of bed and step into the hallway before answering. “Yeah?”
“I hope you got some rest because shit just hit the fan.” Liam’s voice is tight, clipped. Bad news.
I exhale sharply, rubbing a hand down my face. “Go on.”
“The Russians pivoted.”
