Page 45 of Royal Deception
Her cheeks are flush from the warmth of the bath now, her skin pink from being scrubbed clean. I help her up, rivulets of water sluicing down her body, and lean in, licking one droplet off her left nipple.
A soft sigh escapes her lips as I begin toweling her off, making sure to get her nice and dry. I linger over her buttocks, wiping each side slowly and deliberately. Once she’s sufficiently dried, I bring her back to the playroom.
“Get onto the bed, Pet,” I say, a thrill running through me as I see her gaze has turned heavy, her movements slower and more languid.
She lies on the bed obediently, and I feel my blood pounding in my veins, excitement rising. I grab what I need from the closet and return, hooking each hand and each foot to a specially designed restraint which is connected to an O-ring on each bedpost.
She’s spread-eagle before me, and I lick my lips, climbing onto the bed to kneel between her thighs. Her body quivers but my hand darts out, pushing her back down.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I part her pussy lips and begin to lick her already-dripping core, savoring the sweet, musky taste. She can’t move. She’s trapped, completely helpless, and her whines are music to my ears.
My tongue traces the outline of her labia, gliding through the slicked-up folds with ease. I focus all my attention on her throbbing little clit, teasing it over and over as she gets worked up, unable to move, to push my head against her for more friction. She’s trapped.
Her body still tries to rock against my tongue, but she’s pulled up short, forced to endure as I take my time pushing her up the cliff, toward the edge. Her whines get louder as she gets closer and closer, and just as she’s about to come, I pull away and sit back on my heels, a smug grin on my face.
“That’s one,” I tell her, licking the slick off my lower lip. “Your punishment is that I’m going to ruin your orgasms twice. Once for disobeying my orders last week. And once for bringing up our personal life at the office.”
Clary’s lips part and she gapes at me, confusion and frustration in her eyes. She pulls impotently at the restraints, unable to get free.
“If you need to use your safe word, what is it?” I ask, sinking down to my previous position.
“Pumpkin,” she forces out through gritted teeth.
“Good girl,” I praise. “Very good.” And with that, I start the process of bringing her to the edge once more as I lick over her clit, swirling circles into the bud, my fingers joining in to tease at her entrance. Two fingers push inside, curling toward me in a come-hither motion as I stroke her soft, spongy inner walls, her body moving as much as the restraints will allow.
She’s crying out now, closer than before, and I can tell from the way her walls clamp down around my fingers. I thrust in and out, rubbing incessantly against her spot as my tongue curls around the fleshy gem at her apex, suckling the bud between my teeth.
Loud moans and whimpers echo through the room, and I can tell she’s almost there. This time, I continue as long as I can before pulling away, ruining the orgasm just as she starts to find her release.
“No!” she cries out, tears gathering in her eyes. “Please, Sir, please! Please don’t stop!” The tears streak down her cheeks and she sobs, a complete mess as I unhook her restraints.
“You’re all done,” I murmur, wiping her tears away. “No more.”
She sniffles, the tears continuing to fall silently as she tries to gather herself together. It’s so exquisite, seeing her like this. She makes a perfect picture with the way the tears track down her cheeks, behaving so obediently despite the fire inside.
“I need you,” I say, pressing her into the mattress as I line myself up with her entrance.
“Yes, please,” she whispers. “Please, Sir.”
“Call me Rory,” I say, my voice nearly breathless as I ease into her dripping cunt.
“Rory, please, please. I need you too,” she whispers back as I sink inside her, the two of us fitting together like two halves of a perfect puzzle. I hold her close, our bodies intertwined. I want to fuck into her relentlessly, pound her into the mattress until we both collapse from exhaustion, but something has me holding back, the desire to show her how good girls get rewarded overriding my urge to fuck her senseless.
So I move slowly, lacing my fingers with hers, our bodies moving in a smooth, sinuous rhythm of coming apart, together, then falling apart once more, over and over. Her back arches and she cries out, reaching the peak even faster, but this time, instead of pulling away, I urge her onward. “Come for me,” I say, but it’s not an order, only a request.
Her body shudders to a release as she shakes apart, eyes squeezing shut. I lean down and kiss her lips, moving my hand down to tease her clit without stopping my hips.
“Oh, God, fuck, Rory!” Clary moans the words out, music to my ears.
“That’s right, baby,” I say, gripping her hip with one hand while the other teases her bud. “Come on, come for me again. I owe you another orgasm since I ruined two of yours.”
She whines high in her throat, her pussy fluttering around my cock as we make love, our eyes locked together. “Rory!” she cries out, obeying immediately as she releases again, her juices spilling all over me.
“That’s it,” I say. “I’m going to make you come one more time. Can you do it?”
She shakes her head, her breathing coming in fast pants. “Too much!”
I grin, leaning down to suck a mark into her neck. “You can do it, baby,” I purr as I circle her clit again, urging her toward a third climax. She makes a few noises of protest, but they diedown as I move my finger faster, pushing her past her limits. “Come for me,” I order.
