Page 52 of Knotty, Nice, & Holiday Lights
The groan he lets out is nearly a howl, and he takes his time retrieving the towel before standing behind me and running it over my ass cheeks, then dipping it to graze against my puckered hole. I hum and push into his fingertips, listening to his breath hitch, glimpsing the strain of his cock against the zipper of his jeans from between my legs.
“You may stop, servant.”
He does as I command, albeit slowly, and I straighten and turn to him. “Carry me to my bed chamber. Your Queen would have you service her tonight.”
His eyes grow so dark at the prospect, they’re almost black, pupils blown. He dips down to scoop me into his arms and carries me the several steps from the bathroom to my bed, where he lays me on my back on top of the comforter. Those strong hands glide against the skin of my thighs, and my slick dribbles from my core down the crack of my ass, forcing me to stifle a hiss.
“Where is my Queen’s scepter?”
His husky tone barely breaks through my lust-addled brain. Scepter? What is he…?
Oh.
“Bottom bedside drawer,” I breathe in response.
It’s barely a moment before he’s between my legs, purple vibrator in his grasp. I spread my knees and whine for him, but he doesn’t move, just looks at me with frustrating calm.
“What would my Queen have her servant do?”
“Please me until we’re both spent. Make me scream for you.”
He lets out a long, slow breath, and turns the vibrator on. The sound it emits lets me know it’s on the lowest setting as he crawls over my body, settles his jeans-covered cock over my bare pussy, and takes one nipple into his hot, wet mouth while pressing the vibrator to the other.
My cry turns into a mewl, my slick gushing now, hips rubbing against the chafing material of his pants, but I don’t care. I need release, and soon.
“Make your Queen come now.” My tone is more forceful than I meant it, but it fits so well into our little game that he hums against my breast before kissing his way down my body until is head is between my thighs and he’s slowly running the vibrator along my pussy lips. I buck off the bed with a cry, and he pushes my hips back to the mattress, leaning his face close to my pussy while he draws unknown shapes along my skin with the vibrating tip, until that point presses into my clit and I scream, a puddle forming beneath my ass as I do.
“My Queen has blessed me with so much slick,” Matthew rasps. “And she still hasn’t come yet.”
The buzzing suddenly grows louder, the vibrations so hard and fast they flow through my entire body until I’m crying out against the pleasure, screaming and writhing against Matthew’s hold until he pulls the vibrator away, and the sound stops. “My Queen requires more, doesn’t she?”
“Yes.”It comes out as more of a hiss.
He breathes a heavy sigh before getting back to his feet and undoing his fly, sliding his jeans, soaked in my slick, down his hips and legs where he kicks them off somewhere, standing in front of me completely naked, his cock pointing at my body, the head so strained it’s turning purple.
“I’m going to pleasure my Queen how she needs to be pleasured.” He steps closer. “Would you like that?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
He hums. “That’s what I thought.” He’s leaning now, rubbing that swollen head between my aching pussy lips, coating it with my slick as I gasp and whine. “My little royal whore.”
His last words before he plunges his cock into my ass, all the way to the hilt, drawing a scream so loud from the depths of mybody, I feel like I might pass out from the pleasure. But then the buzzing is back, and as he slides from my ass and plunges back in again, he sticks the vibrator deep inside my pussy, moving and angling it just so to find that spot inside me he knows all too well. That spot that sends me over the edge, screaming as my vision goes white, my body twisting and grinding, him fucking my ass hard enough my breasts bounce with each thrust, and rubbing my g-spot with that vibrator, until I am completely undone, tears streaming down my face, orgasm wracking me.
But he isn’t done.
That vibrator leaves my warm sheath and returns to my clit, drawing more waves of pleasure from me, again and again, as he slides in and out of my ass, pumping like a madman, his balls slapping my cheeks with each thrust until I am nothing but a puddle of goo on top of the bed, unable to move as Matthew’s knot swells inside my ass, locking us together, as we should be.
As we always will be from now on.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
We’re only about a week and a half from Christmas now, and when Matthew breezes into the kitchen, greeting me with a “Hey,” and a smile, I just come out with it.
“Why don’t you move in here at the B&B?”
He shoots me a scrutinizing look. “Don’t you need to book the other two rooms to make money?”
I can’t stop my grimace. It’s automatic. “I… should. But I haven’t. In a while.”
