Page 60 of Possessive Royal (Duke of Tudor 2)

Luxury’s brought to the ground.

Kneeling.

Submissive.

She balks at my cock.

My angry, fucking, veiny cock.

She lets out an explosive gasp. “Vic, I was going to cum!”

“You said, ‘No.’ You’re not at liberty to cum. I am,” I grit, fisting my cock.

Eyes gloss in despair; lips part to make a concession.

“Don’t,” I order.

Whimpering, Luxury thinks better of asking to play with her clit.

“Open up, Little One.”

Her tensed mouth tips wide, welcoming. As the first jet of my creamy cum cascades over Luxury’s lips, her face glows, eager for more. Heavenly globs glide over her face and mouth, glossing her alluring lips, dripping down the center of her breasts. I erupt, long and hard over a sublime face that could easily have been painted inside of the bloody Sistine Chapel.

Luxury’s mouth tips into a smile, a plethora of cream peeking from her pouted lips. She drinks me all the way down then dabs the side of her mouth.

“When do I get to cum, Vic?” She pouts as I help her to her feet.

“Not tonight, Little One. But you’ll be permitted to suck my cock.” I take a cloth, washing her anew.

Once she’s clean, my fingertips push away wet tresses from her face. Against my better judgment and Luxury’s previous warning, my lips seek and find her forehead.

The Queen has cautioned against a future for the lovely Ms. Whitson and me. My kiss is a decree that Luxury was, is, and will alwaysbe mine.

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Luxury

Through barely open eyes, I lie in bed, salivating over Victor as he dons a navy-blue three-piece suit.Mama could get used to this.

Awakening on my own, no alarms, I fantasize over the blue, gray, and white striped tie in his hand—not that it will complete the finishing touches—but having it wrapped around my wrists.

My hands will be tied behind my back, me shoved onto my knees, and his cock bruising my lips.

He places a gray dress with blue satin stripes on the edge of the bed. “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. It’s a good thing you woke on your own. Or I would’ve been inclined to assist you.”

My eyes pull shut. “Give me a picture of this help you’d offer.”

“Very generous, indeed.” While sunlight streams behind my eyelids, I feel the bed shift. Victor climbs up, knees locking in my hips, hands clutching my wrists overhead. Although I don’t open my eyes, a silly smile plasters on my face as his lips brush my earlobe. The deep timbre of his voice ripples across my skin, “I’d awaken you with my fucking gigantic member at your lips or nuzzling your arse.”

Eyes zipping open, I cork my lips. “Damn, I should’ve slept a few minutes longer, so you could punish me accordingly.”

“Turn over.”

“Oh. I was joking about the ass part. But I welcome another taste of you like I had last night over and over again.”

In one fell swoop, my silly grin plants against my pillow, and Victor’s hand is at the back of my neck as he thrusts his hard-on against me.

This time, his suit and my lace panties have saved me from his vicious pursuit, but next time, I will say they might not. One day . . .

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