Page 12 of His Beloved Princess
He pulled away, giving me a playful wink and grasping my hand. We didn't say goodbye to anyone. He led me outside into a fancy car, and we were home in the blink of an eye.
I was grateful. My feet hurt from the high heels. The plunging neckline on the dress made me nervous, and the entire time, I heard the thin voice in my head reminding me about having perfect makeup. I couldn't wait to take everything off, dress in Bastian's T-shirt, and lay on the most comfortable bed ever.
And Bastian looked like he wanted the same. First, he threw away his phone. Second, he continued with his bow tie and jacket, leaving them on the armchair in the living room. And third, he poured himself a drink, sat on the sofa, tilted his head back, and closed his eyes.
I saw how tired he was, and my heart clenched. I came closer to him, but he didn't move. I didn't want to interrupt him, yet I felt the need to be useful.
"Can I do something for you?" I asked softly and gasped when he flashed me his typical predatory glance. My erratic heartbeat rang in my ears, deafening me.
"Take off your dress," he ordered, moving the glass with a honey-colored liquid to his perfect lips. I couldn't wait to taste them.
Unhurriedly, I opened the zip on my gown, sliding the thin fabric down my body, looking into his lustful eyes. I so loved it when he was staring at me like that. His glances full of desire were turning me on, making me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.
"Come closer and kneel," he commanded sternly, observing my naked body. I knelt between his legs, placing my hands on his thighs. Excitement coursed through my veins because he was about to fulfill his promise of ruining my makeup.
"No touching, princess," he ordered, drinking his whiskey and setting the glass on the table. I opened my mouth to ask what he meant by it, but he put an index finger on my lips, stopping my words. Watching him as he unbuckled his belt and yanked it out of his pants, my heart rate boosted to the sky.
"Hands behind your back," he ordered, and I obeyed without hesitation. He tied my arms with his belt, ensuring I wouldn't use them during our play.
Thrill and worry mixed in my chest, making me slightly dizzy. He wanted to use my mouth only, and I wasn't sure if I was able to blow him without using my hands. I’d never done it without them.
However, he was relaxed, and I forgot about my concerns when he opened the button on his pants and took out his manhood. I licked my dry lips, impatient for a taste, when he grabbed the back of my neck, forcing me to look at him.
"Your safeword?" he asked, firmly holding me a few inches from his erect cock.
"Red," I breathed, my gaze fixed on his dick, which he finally allowed me to take into my mouth.
I started slowly, tasting the tip and moving down its length, wetting it. He let go of my neck, giving me freedom. With his cock inside, I connected my eyes with his, and my heart swelled with joy. The pure carnal desire evident in his eyes literally set me on fire. I started licking and sucking his cock with new enthusiasm, moving my head up and down his shaft quicker, feeling him in the back of my throat.
"Fuck, you're great," he groaned when I took him deeper. My insides were dancing the rumba thanks to his praising moans.
Bastian tied my hair with something so it wouldn't fall into my face while I was sucking his dick. He looked into my devoted eyes with his typical grin, and I immediately knew this was just foreplay. He turned into his rough, dominant self in a millisecond, and a breath stuck in my throat when he grabbed the ponytail and pressed his palm against my head.
I obediently opened my mouth, waiting for him to do what he wanted.
However, I didn't expect him to be so harsh. Not that I didn't like it; I loved it. I was just slightly shocked because he was always gentle when doing something new to me.
He pushed me down hard, almost choking me with his cock. He stayed in my throat and withdrew it only for a few seconds to allow me to catch some breath before he did it again. I was gasping for air when he repeated it for the fourth time. Tears were streaming down my face, and I was drooling like a dog over a steak.
Surprising me, he took me by my arms and lifted me, only to nearly knock the remaining oxygen out of my lungs when he roughly kissed me. At the same time, while he was crushing my lips, he sat me on his lap. I felt his member brushing the wetness in my core, and I wanted nothing else than to have him enter me.
It was like he was reading my thoughts. He thrust himself inside, making me scream his name in pleasure.
"Ride me," he ordered in a hoarse whisper before he gently bit my lower lip and seized my hips, helping me move. I tilted my head back, exposing my neck, and he licked and kissed it while piercing me with his cock.
He traveled down my back with his fingers, stopping on my ass cheeks and squeezing them while his finger wandered to my other hole, teasing it. I noticed a slight pressure when he inserted it inside my ass, and I moaned, savoring the familiar fullness. His lips moved from my neck to my breasts, and he sucked my nipples, making me crazy.
The explosion inside my body was immense; the walls of my pussy clenched around his member when he slowed down the rhythm and let me enjoy the feeling of absolute bliss. I was still flying between clouds when he pulled me closer, muttering into my ear.
"Now, you serve me like a good girl." The words had an immediate effect on me. The goose bumps appeared on my whole body, my ragged breathing quickened, and my heart almost broke through my ribcage.
Bastian pushed me down on my knees again and stood up. He was towering over me, his cock precisely in front of my face, but I wasn't sure what he meant by his words, so I waited for his command.
"Open your mouth," he rasped, grabbing the sides of my head. I obeyed, and he slammed his dick inside. I didn't have to do anything. He was fucking my throat hard, making me gag, and my saliva was everywhere. The sloppy sounds of his cock dominating and taking my mouth were echoing off the walls. I was again crying and choking on his dick, but he only smirked, clearly loving the noises I was making.
And holy fuck, I loved every second of it, too. I couldn't describe the feelings that I was experiencing. It was a total loss of control, with my arms tied behind my back. It was excitement from serving him as a fuck toy. It was devotion to doing everything the way he liked.
And so much more.
