Page 42 of Troublemaker
LUCY
“Once upon a time, there was a princess. She was lonely and ignored by the queen and king, and while she did everything she could to get their attention, they were too obsessed with their money, their status, and their hockey team to give her what she needed. The little girl told herself she was fine. She was independent; she didn’t need anyone. And years later, when her parents died, it came true. A knight showed up in her life. He should’ve been her hero, he wasn’t up to the task, so he banished her away to another kingdom for years. And though he regretted it every damn day of his life—though he hated himself for it—he told himself it was better this way, that she’d find friends and get a real education in another kingdom, with other, better people responsible for her safety and well-being.”
Blake pulled slightly out of my mouth before pushing back in.
“Years went by, and the princess grew up into a queen. Until one day, she appeared back in the kingdom, tall and beautiful and proud, brave and strong as all hell, shocking the knight tohis core, turning his whole life upside down, and making his guilt so bad he could barely sleep at night.”
He tugged on my hair, pulling me closer. The story was too much, his cock was too much. I struggled to breathe and not grip his thighs to make him think I wanted to stop. I didn’t want this to end. Not his cock in my mouth, not his story, not how close I felt to him.
Sighing in pleasure, he continued, weaving a spell around me in the quiet office.
“When he did sleep, he dreamed of all the ways he could defile the queen, all the ways he could make her his. Especially when she flaunted herself in front of other men. He told himself to stay away, until one day the queen ventured out into the world and gave herself to a man she did not belong to, because she belonged to the knight. At that moment, the knight’s control snapped, because even though he knew he didn’t deserve the beautiful queen, no other man did either. Instead, he claimed the queen, making her his…but early in the morning, as he watched her sleep, innocent and sweet—and yes, too good for him—he once again felt guilty for all the ways he let her down…so he left. He left her there, even though everything in his body made him wish he'd done otherwise, even though he thought of her in every waking moment and missed the feel of her with every single breath he took. And his cock? Oh, his cock missed her too. And his tongue? It missed her taste.”
As he said the word “cock,” I felt it expand in my mouth, somehow harder, thicker, more aggressive. And even though he didn’t move, the girth of it threatened to choke me. My cheeks ached from the strain, my lips burned from the stretch, but when I tried to pull back again, he pulled my ponytail, keeping me in place with one dominant hand while the other tenderly stroked my cheek, quieting me.
So I stayed with his cock in my mouth like a pacifier, breathing through my nose as I continued to listen.
“He worried about her, too. He shouldn’t have worried, though. For the queen appeared later that morning, flanked by her ladies in waiting, tall and strong and beautiful and brave as always, in no way cowed by the knight and his shitty, cowardly behavior. He hadn’t diminished her spark one bit, and when other men were drawn to it, all he wanted to do was killeach and every single one of them.”
His hips shoved forward, almost like he wasn’t in control of his movements, pushing against my throat, making me gag. I squeezed his thighs and he immediately retreated, but now his thumb stroked my lips where they wrapped around his cock.
“Now the queen had a potion she thought was magic, and was desperate enough to do something stupid by giving it to the knight, making him unknightly, making him lose so much control he could’ve hurt her. But what she didn’t know was that the potion she held in her hand came nowhere close to the potion created between her perfect thighs, or the magic that existed inside her. The knight discovered her treachery, but because he was a bad man who did not deserve knighthood, he drank the potion anyway. Then when he did defileher and her queenly mouth and royal cunt,he wouldn’t feel guilty.”
The last sentence came out in a low, almost desperate moan.
“Lucy,” he murmured.
“Hmm?” I tried to ask, the sound muffled by his cock.
“Oh, fuck, that felt so good,” he said. “But what’s going to feel better is if you tip your head back a bit and swallow and then open that pretty little throat for daddy’s cock.”
My eyes got wide, and I tried to shake my head.
“Squeeze my thighs if that’s a no,” he prompted.
I considered. It was scary, but the best things in life were. So far, all Blake had done was make me feel safe. This would be safetoo. He’d take care of me. And since when had I avoided scary things?
So instead of squeezing his thighs, I stroked them.
His eyes shut.
“You perfect thing. You were made for me. Put your hand between your thighs and play with yourself. I can help you with this part.”
I did what he said, unsurprised to discover wetness dripping down my thighs as I swirled my fingers around my clit and watched him. He lifted my chin, tilting my head back so my throat elongated. Straightening, opening.
“Deep breath in through your nose, sweetheart,” he coaxed, and as I followed instruction, he slowly pushed closer and closer, until I felt his cock slide—oh shit, oh hell—into my throat. Deeper and deeper, until he had nowhere left to go and my nose was resting against the skin above his cock, surrounded by his smell. I swallowed, I had to swallow, and I was rewarded by a low, thick groan.
My hand started working faster between my thighs, because being held by him, trapped by him, surrounded by him, choked by him, by this man who I’d wanted before I knew what it meant to want someone…it was more than I could handle, and oh god oh god I needed to?—
“No,” he said sharply. “I know you’re close, I can feel you moaning and whimpering around me, but you donotget to come.”
“But please,” I tried to beg, but his cock captured the words.
He shook his head. “As pretty as your eyes are while begging me right now, it’s not time yet. Slow down and tease yourself. If you come, that will be the last time you do it for a whole fucking month.”
That was a threat I didn’t like, but I listened anyway and obeyed, gentling my touches and straining at my need.
He stroked my cheek again, easy and tender, like his cock wasn’t shoved all the way down my throat.
