Page 119 of Royal Deception
As soon as the words leave my mouth, I can feel the change in the air. The weight of the necklace around Clary's neck is subtle, but it carries a promise—one of commitment, trust, and a return to something we both know and desire.
I run my fingers gently over the curve of the collar, my voice low. “You’re mine, Clary. In every way. Do you trust me?”
She nods, her eyes wide with a mix of anticipation and something softer—like she’s waiting, ready for something but not entirely sure what.
I can feel her pulse under my fingertips, beating in sync with mine. It’s a quiet reminder that we’re both in this together, but I’m still the one who leads. “Good,” I say, my tone firm, a little more commanding. “Then I need you to kneel for me.”
Clary doesn’t hesitate. She drops to her knees immediately, the motion smooth, practiced, but this time, it’s different. It’s not about obedience. It’s about trust, about knowing she’s giving herself to me because she wants to, because she knows I’ll take care of her, just as much as I’ll demand from her.
“Beautiful,” I murmur, my fingers brushing through her hair, tugging her face up to meet mine. Her lips are soft, but there’s a spark in her eyes that I can’t ignore. “Now, are you ready to remember what it feels like to surrender?”
She nods again, her breath quickening.
I move behind her, my hands gently coaxing her back onto the bed, positioning her just how I want her—on all fours, her body stretched out before me. Her back arches slightly, the curve of her spine making my pulse race.
My hand slides over her bare skin, the smoothness of it almost too much to bear. I can’t help but admire her—how she’s so willing, so trusting, even now.
“I want you to know that every touch, every command, every moment tonight is about us,” I say, my voice taking on a deepertone, one that holds weight. “But I need you to be mine. To surrender to me. Can you do that?”
She responds with a soft yes, and it’s all I need to hear.
I turn and fetch something from my suitcase and glide it over the curves of her bare ass, gently stroking her with the object so she can feel it.
“What is that?” Clary asks, her voice low and soft.
“It’s a paddle,” I tell her, tone dark and teasing. “There’s lace over it so when it comes down on your skin, it will leave behind a beautiful imprint.”
Clary shivers, glancing behind her to lock eyes with me. The excitement in her eyes is undeniable and she lifts her ass a little higher.
“I’m going to give you fifty,” I tell her, knowing she can handle it, knowing that she loves that kind of pain play. “What’s your safe word if you want me to stop?”
“Pumpkin,” she says, so quick to obey. I stroke the paddle over her ass again before lifting it up.
“Count them,” I order, just before I let the paddle fall.
She arches her back a little, a soft grunt coming out of her before she gives me a soft “One.”
Continuing my onslaught of her ass, I rain the blows down with varying degrees of force, my blood surging in my veins as I watch her skin blossom from pink to red.
I smack her ass, her voice starting to grow higher in pitch as she counts. “Twenty-seven!”
Another strike follows, harder this time, and Clary’s body stiffens, a soft whimper escaping her lips. Her back arches again, and I lean in close, brushing my lips along her ear. “You’re beautiful when you’re like this,” I whisper. “When you surrender everything to me.”
“Twenty-eight,” she says, her voice a breathy moan, her body shaking with a mixture of desire and anticipation. It’s the sameas before, but now it’s different—deeper, more intense. And it makes me want her even more.
I continue to guide her through it, each touch, each stroke, each command drawing us closer to that familiar edge. But tonight, I’m in no rush. I want to savor every second.
The more I spank her, the more her walls break down. She’s starting to tremble, her entire body shaking as she tries to hold herself back from the tears.
But I want them to fall. She’s so exquisite when she cries for me, when she’s surrendered herself fully to the pain, to the pleasure.
Her ass is hot now as I run a hand over it, rubbing soothing circles into her skin. She sniffles as she counts, and I know that she’s almost completely broken now.
“Thirty-nine,” she counts out, and I bring it down harder this time, relishing the way she writhes around, trying to escape the pain. She sobs on the count, and I know I’ve gotten her right where I want her.
“Last ten,” I tell her. “Can you take it?”
“Please,” she whispers, and I know she’s ready for more.
