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“All right so far?” he asked.

“Yes, sir.” I was more than all right, it felt amazing. He pushed, and he pushed, and he pushed until I felt so full, so completely filled, like I was going to burst at the seams.

“Oh fuck!” I squealed as he pushed into the very end.

I heard Kaspian’s dark laugh at my reaction. “I’m going to let that profanity slide this time.”

I couldn’t even apologise; I couldn’t even remember my own name. The foreignness, the heaviness, the fullness of everything was so overwhelming. There were sparks and fireworks across my skin.

Kas drew himself in and out slowly, allowing my body to adjust to this most recent incursion. The extra pressure it added inside of me had me gasping and moaning immediately.

Another cold sweat raced over my skin and my nipples hardened to near painful points. My blood sizzled with need, wanting more of Kaspian, more of the toy, just…more. My hands and arms strained against the thick black rope, and he pushed into me faster and faster.

Gods, I’d never felt like this, so completely lost by what was happening to my body. It was exquisite and filthy, and Kas was right, there was no pain now, just pleasure. And so fucking much of it.

I felt his hands tighten around my hips and he rocked into me, my climax was mounting hard and fast. We climbed and climbed together, Kas’ pants evolving to rough grunts as he worked himself harder, my body crushing down on everything that was inside of me, poised to explode. And then I was there, the peak of the mountain, but I wasn’t falling, not yet. I was floating there, knowing it was going to come crashing out of me any moment. I’d contracted so firmly, and Kas kept his pace, kept it until my world fractured and my body started the freefall. I trembled and shook as my body tightened and loosened and tightened so firmly again, over and over. I couldn’t catch my breath through my shrill cries.

And then I landed, caught by soft clouds as I regained control of my body and my mind crept back to me. I felt the soft bed beneath my knees, the tautness of the bindings around my arms.

“Fuck, Reyah…” I heard Kaspian groan quietly. He was still inside of me, enjoying the last humming notes of his efforts and becoming less firm with each extra moment he held us together. “Are you all right?”

“Yes,” I gasped. I felt his hands release my hips and he pulled out of me, the warm remnants of him following him out and dripping down my center, a thick drop rolled all the way across my downward facing stomach and onto my belly button. The proof of how much he’d enjoyed this was my trophy.

“I’m taking the balls out one at a time,” he told me. He tugged slowly until my body released each smooth ball, and I buried my face in the sheets at the utterly bizarre and uncomfortable feeling.

A warm, damp towel came down over me and he cleaned me with the same gracious care he always had when we’d finished, then he unbound me and pulled me against him in the bed as he massaged the indents left in my skin.

“You’re fucking incredible. I hope you know that,” he said as he pressed his thumbs into the rope marks on my hand. “I’m so lucky you’re mine.”

His.

I swallowed down guilty thoughts of Callan. Not that I had betrayed my husband with another man, but that I was betraying another man with my husband. I felt ashamed that I enjoyed everything as much as I had.

Poor Kas. He was so perfect, loving and kind and sweet and wild in the bedroom, and yes, perhaps I was his. But he wasn’t mine.

As he traced lazy fingers down my side and over my hip, I decided then that I would do my best to give this man everything he needed. He cared for me so deeply and he deserved someone that would do the same. He may not have my heart, but he deserved my devotion.

“I really missed you,” I whispered.

He looked down at me like I’d just told him I loved him, and he kissed me. It was slow and deep and wonderful.

“Thank you, Reyah.”

I sighed, knowing his words held so much weight and so many different meanings.

“First, I’m going to draw a bath and wash your beautiful hair,” he said with a smirk, “then I’m going to feed you until I’m satisfied with how much you’ve eaten. And then, unfortunately, I have to go back downstairs. Does all that suit you, Princess?”

“Yes my King, that suits me just fine.”

Chapter22

Reyah

Kaspian had done everything he’d promised. He drew us a bath and it had been lovely. We talked and joked, and it felt light and natural. He washed what remained of himself from my hair, he wasn’t nearly as skilled with the brush as Callan had been, and we’d laughed when I had to take over the task. We dressed into fresh clothing, a small part of his closet had apparently been sacrificed for my own wardrobe, and the King had delighted in selecting a dress that tied in the back with a dozen pretty white ribbons. I turned and glanced at his expert knots in the mirror, every one of them perfect. I mentioned that I would probably need his professional assistance to help me out of the dress in the evening, and he gladly accepted.

I returned to my chambers as he returned to his work, and comfortable and confident, I asked one of my attendants if he could please request a meeting with Callan. He’d nodded and left. I was relieved there was no hesitation on his part, just prompt agreement. The footman had returned quickly, informing me that Callan was available immediately if that suited me, and that a tearoom was being prepared for us.

I was nervous as I was led through the halls to the tearoom, even though I’d seen Callan that morning. We’d barely been able to say two words to one another.

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