Page 24 of Royal Deception
Gulping in a few shaky breaths, I let my eyes roll up to the ceiling, counting the small dots in the tiles as I attempt to regain control of my body. My thighs are trembling with the effort of holding back, and it doesn’t help that Rory’s fingers are now finding my entrance, toying with it as he laps over my clit in slow strokes.
My fingers find purchase in the pillows underneath me, gripping them tightly as his tongue licks its way down to probe my entrance.
“Oh, God,” I whimper, the words escaping me before I can stuff them down. I don’t know if I’m allowed to speak, so I bite my lip, holding back the words that want to come pouring out.
“I want to hear you,” Rory says, pulling away for a moment. His face is shiny with my slick, and I don’t know why I find that so damned arousing but my stomach clenches, need pulsing inside. “Don’t swallow those greedy noises, Pet,” he orders. His mouth moves back down, and I cry out, an almost inaudible curse slipping from my lips.
“What was that?” Rory asks, pulling away again. Every time he pulls back, my body grows more desperate, more needy.
“Fuck!” I burst out, and Rory smirks, diving back down once more. He’s increased the pressure now, giving my clit sharp little nips, rough licks of his tongue, his lips sucking more insistently. The coil of desire is growing tighter inside me, threatening to snap, but I haven’t been given permission yet so I dig my fingers harder into the cushions, my teeth nearly chattering as I clench my jaw shut.
I’m not about to give in yet, not about to let Rory down, not when he’s being so generous, so thorough in the attention he’s lavishing on my body.
One hand comes up to my breasts, pinching and rolling the nipples between his fingers while the other continues to play with my cunt, two fingers curled up together as they thrust in and out of me with a steady pace.
“Fuck, oh, fuck, please, please!” The words come tumbling out of me, a string of near-nonsense as I writhe against Rory’s face, trying not to let my hands fly up to his head to grip the curls there and shove him against me.
Rory’s fingers pick up speed and his tongue goes into overdrive circling my clit with a relentless pace as he sucks and nibbles the fleshy gem. I bite down on my lip so hard that I taste copper as I hold myself back, waiting to be given permission.
Just as I think I can’t hold back any longer, certain I’m going to break apart, Rory’s fingers twist just so and he pulls back long enough to give the order.
“Come for me,” he says, moving his mouth back into place, driving his tongue against me as his fingers rub against my spot. I clench my belly and the orgasm hits hard, erupting from deep inside as I let go, the world spinning around me.
“Oh, God!” I yell, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me. It’s almost too much as Rory continues to lick and suck his way through the aftershocks, keeping me just on the edge of overstimulation.
The final time he pulls away, he sits up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, a quiet sort of contentment on his face as he gazes at me, the edges of his lips curling into a tiny smirk.
“Not God, just your boss,” he says, his tone light.
Something about that sends a ripple of unease through me, anxiety and horror spreading through my veins as I realize what I’ve just done.
Oh, God.
The weight of it crashes down on me all at once. I let Rory—my boss—spank me. I let himpunishme like I were somemisbehaving child, and what’s worse? Ilikedit. The sting, the heat, the sharp bite of leather against my skin—it had been exhilarating. And then I let himtouchme, let him take me apart with those same hands that had disciplined me.
A cold wave of shame washes over me, sinking its claws in deep. I feel sick.What kind of person enjoys being handled like that?What does that say about me?
I jerk away from him, but Rory’s arms tighten around me, keeping me anchored in place. His touch is steady, reassuring, and when I dare to lift my gaze to his, I don’t find amusement or cruelty in his expression. There’s only warmth and understanding.
“It’s okay,” he murmurs, his fingers stroking slowly down my back. “It’s completely normal to feel this way after something so intense.”
I shake my head, throat tight. “I–I can’t believe I let you…”
“You let yourself explore something,” he corrects gently.
My breathing is shallow, my pulse erratic, but Rory continues to hold me, his warmth seeping into my skin. His steady presence grounds me, easing some of the whirlwind in my head.
I swallow. “Thank you,” I whisper after a moment. “I needed that. I don’t regret what we did, but it was… different. And I think… I think I worried you’d be upset that I used you like that.”
And it’s true. Despite Rory being the one in control, in some small way, I feel like I used him to find that inner peace, that meditative high I’d been searching for.
And I loved it. Every single part. The way he forced soap into my mouth, the bitterness making me gag. The sharp, unrelenting sting of the belt. The degrading way he made me submit—it had all morphed into something terrifyingly addictive.
“I liked it too,” Rory reassures me, his voice calm, quiet. He brushes his lips over my temple before pulling back. “There’snothing to be ashamed of. We found mutual satisfaction, that’s all.”
I worry my bottom lip, the skin raw from how hard I’ve been biting it. My pulse kicks up again as I hesitate, then push forward.
“Do you think maybe it’s something we could do again?” My voice is softer now, uncertain. “Like maybe… once a week?”
