Page 27 of His Beloved Princess
He licked me to the brim of ecstasy, and just when I was about to reach my peak, he stopped, raising his head from my throbbing sex, making me groan in frustration. He knew very well that I was almost there. With a mischievous smile, he wiped his mouth, grabbed my hips, and kissed his way up, finishing on my cheek.
I gave him a few annoyed glares, but he didn't seem to mind my discomfort. He sat on his heels, still caressing my knee, while opening the button on his pants with his other hand. I inhaled a sharp breath when seeing his erect cock, ready to take me into another dimension, yet Bastian wrapped his palm around his thick length, enjoying the view of my naked body.
"Do you need an invitation, Mr. Thorn?" I teased, trying to hide that I was irritated by his hesitation.
"You're so perfect, Electra," he whispered, loud enough for me to hear his deep, husky voice saying my name in the most seductive way possible.
For a split second, I felt a stab of guilt in my chest when I stared into his eyes clouded with lust and devotion, but he didn't give me time to succumb to it. He positioned himself between my legs, his hard cock pressed against my entrance when he leaned down and kissed me.
I was gasping for air, moaning and trembling when he finally entered me. His gentle thrusts were in huge contrast with the possessiveness with which he was claiming my mouth. I snuggled my hands under his shirt, digging my fingernails into the stiff muscles on his back. I clung even closer to him, craving to feel his body on mine so there wouldn't be an inch of free space between us. I wanted to feel him everywhere, taking me, marking me ashisover and over again.
"You feel so good, princess," he breathed, his rhythm quickening, and I squeezed his firm ass, trying to show him that I needed more. I wanted it rougher.
He shot me a glance before his signature evil grin appeared on his face, and I giggled but instantly moaned out loud when he slammed his cock inside my wetness with newfound vigor. He supported himself on his elbow and wrapped his hand around my throat, firmly holding me and continuing to pound my pussy.
"Can I come, please?" I whined, desperately grabbing his forearm, begging him to allow me to find my release.
"No!" was his short, stern answer. He stuck his index and middle finger into my dry mouth. "Suck them!"
Working on his digits got my mind off of an overwhelming feeling of failure that had appeared in my chest. He always let me climb up the clouds, even if I had to wait a few seconds, but this time, he was much stricter than usual.
"Sir, p-please...p-please," I pleaded, fisting his shirt, almost tearing it to pieces. "I can't..." I closed my eyelids, trying to imagine some awful things, but his cock was so deep inside me that it wasn't possible. Even when I squeezed my eyes shut, all I could see was Bastian's handsome face, close to mine, barking orders at me.
"Look at me!" he commanded, cupping my jaw with his palm. His rhythm didn't slow down for one second. My vision was blurred when I looked at him, and I felt like I couldn't hold myself any longer. "Come!"
His permission was both mental and physical redemption for me. I screamed when the climax took over me, and my whole body was like one big convulsion before I finally felt the familiar clenching of my pussy walls. I lost myself in bliss. I heard Bastian's heavy breathing and grunting, and a few moments later, he collapsed on top of me, burying his face into the cushion next to my shoulder.
I tried to catch my breath and move my hand, but the intense orgasm still paralyzed me. I only just managed to gently scratch his back with my long nails, thinking he would crush me with his weight if we stayed like this for another few minutes. He had a perfect body, but he was huge, and I had a hard time getting oxygen into my deprived lungs.
Thankfully, he didn't fall asleep and lifted himself, gently pecking my lips with a boyish smile.
"You're fuckingamazing," he whispered, brushing his nose against mine, and my heart melted. He looked so happy, and I was about to destroy our small bubble with my confession.
However, he started talking before I could even open my mouth.
"You have no idea how much I needed this," he said, putting his hand on my cheek and stroking my skin with his thumb. "If Peter fucks things up again, I'll drag him to Bhutan and leave him there to rot." The seriousness in his voice sent shivers down my spine. That was what Pete had told me.
"Shit! He needs to grow up," Bastian grumbled, staring somewhere behind me. I saw pain in his eyes. "I don't know what to do with him."
"You care for him," I muttered, my heart painfully clenching. I had a chance to tell him what happened, but I couldn't do it. Not only because I was scared of his reaction but also because he would send a person he loved away. My words would only hurt him. It was in the past; it would never happen again. If Pete keeps his mouth shut, I could do it, too. We should forget about it and continue with our lives.
"You have no idea how much I want him to finally be okay," Bastian whispered, kissing my shoulder. His face was full of guilt, which I didn't quite understand. "I'm sorry, princess." He pulled himself up, grazing his fingers down my arm, and I frowned. He was acting weird. "I ruined our first time in my office." He gave me a small apologetic smile and stood, looking around, trying to locate his pants.
"How do you know my brother, anyway?" he asked, and I took a deep breath. I was prepared for this question, yet when it came, I hesitated.
"I met him in a bar," I explained eventually, buttoning my blouse. I chose the easier option, even when it could bite me in the ass anytime. "We have mutual friends."
"He likes you," Bastian stated, studying my face, and I grinned.
"Are you jealous, sir?" I asked, winking at him. Out of nowhere, his hand appeared on the back of my neck. His firm hold instantly wiped the smile from my face, and I inhaled sharply.
"You're mine, baby girl," he growled, sending chills up my spine. "Don't force me to remind you of that."
Oh, shit! I so wanted him to remind me of that every fucking day.
15
The Grand Opening
