Page 93 of His Beloved Princess
"Why am I here, sir?" I whispered, staring into his crystal-blue eyes.
"To get to know me better, princess," he answered, tenderly kissing the back of my hand. "We were the happiest here. Everything changed after we moved away and Dad started his business."
"Didn't he already have Peter?" I frowned, recalling the dates of birth of Bastian's siblings. Frederick and Peter were born in the same year; I was sure of it.
"He did," Bastian confirmed, his face reflecting shame and sadness. "But Pete's mom was his only mistress back then. He visited the boy and occasionally fucked the mother—no big deal. The real rodeo started in Washington."
"You don't need to talk about it if you don't want to," I said, caressing his forearm. He gave me a small smile. “We can spend the time with much more pleasurable activities.” I winked at him, and he lifted a brow at me.
“What are you suggesting?” He placed his hand on my knee and moved it up, squeezing my thigh, and I bit my lower lip. Grabbing his stick and putting it away, I straddled him, enjoying his appreciative look.
“I’ve never had sex on a pirate ship," I breathed against his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck, and his tongue darted out, licking my lower lip.
Our lips connected in a slow, loving kiss. His hands grabbed my ass, kneading it, and he roughly pressed me against his groin, making me moan in delight.
"Make a show for me, princess. I want to see you," he muttered, breathing hard, and my heart skipped a beat in happiness. Finally, he gave me a direct command.
With my best seductive smile, I took off my sweater, staying only in a black bra, and I opened the button on my jeans, leisurely pulling it down my thighs. I turned my back on him, wiggling my butt playfully, watching him over my shoulder as he roamed my ass with a hungry look. My bottom was my biggest asset in this game.
"Come here," he growled, holding his hand out, and I left the jeans on the floor, standing before him only in my underwear. My breathing quickened, and my heart did backflips while he admired every inch of me as if he saw me for the first time.
"Bend over my knee, princess," he commanded in a husky voice, and my eyes widened, but I obeyed, pressing my elbows into the mattress of his bed. He caressed my bare ass with his big palm, squeezing my cheeks and making me squirm.
"Am I being punished for something, sir?" I asked in a thin voice, fisting the bedsheets.
"We'll see," he muttered and slapped my butt, making me gasp. A few more light hits followed, and I felt a familiar tingling in my lower abdomen.
"Fuck, I love this ass," he breathed, kissing both my cheeks. His fingers brushed the drenched fabric covering my pussy.
"So beautiful," he praised, and I moaned when he inserted his digit behind the hem of my panties, locating my clit quickly.
"Stay still, princess," he commanded, teasing both of my holes. I listened to his order, but when he spread my ass cheeks and pushed his thumb inside while his two fingers entered my pussy, I screamed in surprise, pleasure, and subtle pain.
"Oh, God!" I whined, wriggling my hips and instantly squealing when a hard slap echoed from the walls. Bastian added three more, and I buried my face into the mattress, muffling my cries and holding my ass still.
"That is much better," he said in a stern voice, giving me another one before he returned to my pussy. Deep plunges of his thick fingers led me to the edge, but it took almost all of my strength not to move. Every time I squeezed my thighs or squirmed, the heavy impact of his palm made me whimper.
"So wet for me," he purred, pushing in and out of me in a crazy rhythm. My entire body trembled, the knot in my lower abdomen tightened, and then he stopped. I groaned in irritation, staring over my shoulder at him. He returned my panties to their place and slapped my ass gently, taking me by my elbow and lifting me.
"Why?" I breathed, kneeling before him and placing my palms on his thighs. I moved my hand towards the button on his jeans, but he took my wrists, stopping me.
"Why not?" he countered, a devilish smirk I knew too well appearing on his lips, and my heart skipped a beat. The way to his pants and my release existed; I just had to find it.
"How can I please you, sir?" I whispered, batting my eyelashes and giving him my best innocent look. He tilted his head to the side, cupping my chin and pressing his index and middle finger of his other hand against my lips.
"Clean them," he rumbled, and I opened my mouth, taking them in. With my tongue, I licked every inch, sucking on them harder when I saw his delighted expression.
"What should I do with you?" he mumbled, pushing them further and closely observing every move of my tongue. My palms were still on his thighs, and I triedmy chances and moved them closer to his groin. He didn't stop me, so I took it as permission and massaged his cock through his jeans, nibbling his fingers and enjoying his pleased humming.
"You want a dick, don't you?" He chuckled, watching me through hooded eyes as I gently bit his middle finger.
"Yes. I do, sir," I replied, focusing on the bulge in his pants.
"Take it." He leaned back, supporting his upper body on his elbows, when I freed his massive erection and took it into my mouth before he could command me otherwise.
"Oh, fuck, princess," he groaned, tilting his head back. His veiny length hardened under my touch, and joy settled in my stomach, knowing it was thanks to me.
"Take it deeper, baby," he moaned, and I swallowed it as far as I could, relaxing my throat. "Fuck, that's it. Just like this."
