Page 60 of Prince of Control
“I won’t be long, printsessa,” Baron murmurs when we get to the top of the stairs and exit the closet, somehow reading my mind in that uncanny way of his.
The party is winding down. The living room is only half as full as it was before, and the music Anya’s playing has a slower, groovier feel.
“I just want to make sure they can wrap this up without me.”
“If you take too long, I’ll be asleep,” I warn.
His lips crook into a faint smile. “You won’t be.” He gives a tender kiss, and I lean into him, not wanting to separate my body from his.
He tugs the hem of my dress down like he wants to be sure no one will see my bare ass and kisses my neck. “Go up there and take off your dress. Then pick the position you want to be fucked in and keep that pussy wet, malyshka.”
I nearly orgasm right there on the dance floor at his words.
He must see it because he kisses me again. “Good girl.” He gently guides me toward the staircase where Feliks stands in front of the velvet rope cordoning off the stairs. “I’ll be up to reward you in a few minutes.” He gives my ass another squeeze, which jostles the plug and turns my knees weak.
I walk up the stairs. Every step I take jostles the plug in my ass, which feels–I’m embarrassed to say because it seems so wrong–incredible. My natural lubricant drips between my inner thighs. There’s a sense of fullness inside me, heightened by my smarting ass and the feel of my anus being held open by the plug.
When I get to the bedroom, I remove my dress and flats, then brush my teeth and wash my face.
I debate Baron’s directive. Pick the position you want to be fucked in.
I can’t decide. As it turns out, Baron doesn’t take long at all. He opens the door to find me standing in front of the bed.
He closes and locks the door then cocks his head to the side and arches a brow. “Having trouble picking a position?”
I nod.
He starts quickly shucking his clothes. I watch, admiring the flexing muscles of his arms. “Is that pussy nice and wet?”
My fingers slide down my belly to dip into my juices. I nod. I’m beyond wet.
“Climb onto the bed, printsessa. Let me see if you’re wet enough.”
I gingerly climb up, careful to keep my anus clamped around the plug. Baron follows me up. “Let me taste this pussy.” He pushes me onto my back and spreads my knees.
I cry out when he simultaneously pumps the plug in my ass and licks into my pussy. His tongue swirls everywhere, lapping up my juices, stroking between my folds, sucking all my lady bits.
I’m going to come. My knees clamp down around his shoulders, butt lifting from the bedcovers, inner thighs trembling.
“Come for me, malysh.” Baron thrusts two fingers inside me and strokes my inner wall. “You deserve it. You took your punishment so well.”
I shriek and orgasm, my internal muscles gripping and rolling. I’m light-headed, trembly.
Baron pulls his fingers out and rolls onto his back. “Climb on and ride my dick, love.”
I’m still dazed from coming, but I do as he instructs, straddling his waist. He grips my hips and lifts me up to lower down on his erection. It occurs to me that I haven’t sucked his dick yet, despite the number of times he’s gone down on me.
Our relationship has a one-sidedness, born of the arranged marriage and my resentment at being imprisoned by it. Baron holds the keys to my cage. Baron also offers me great pleasure, but it comes with the flavor of his particular brand of control. He asks very little of me in return, other than staying away from other guys, which admittedly, is a reasonable request. I can’t fault him for that, and even when I’ve pushed that line, he’s been remarkably gentle with me.
His punishments are sexual. Pleasure-based. Thrilling. They only make me want to disobey more, although, more and more, I also find myself wanting to win his approval.
Maybe wanting to give something in return.
I groan as I take his long, thick member inside. With the butt plug also in me, it feels like there’s no room. The sensation is heightened. He feels even bigger. Stretches me wider. I gasp when I reach the hilt, the head of his cock deep inside me. He holds my hips, without moving, letting me get used to his intrusion.
Then he reaches around and pumps the plug. I gasp, instantly rocking my hips over his. I grind my clit down on his loins, finding the place where the head of his cock rubs an inner ridge. My breath quickens. Baron uses the plug to propel me over his cock, and I ride him faster, my hands braced on his shoulders, my long hair falling around his face.
He looks up at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Like he’s utterly fascinated by me.
