Page 78 of The Book of Kings

‘Ferris...’ — her protests were useless.

‘Shush... Do as I say,’ I ordered.

And she followed, squeezing tightly closed those big jewel greens thinking that if she wouldn’t see it, I wouldn’t either.

‘You can keep your eyes closed if you want; it’s ok. Now push your hand lower.’My length was twitching in excitement, watching her hand reaching the hem of her panties. ‘Now lower, underneath the lace. You know where I need it to be.’ I craved to follow the way she was obeying my voice. I was becoming the master puppeteer of her body, ‘You know what to do next. Or do you want me to explain it step by step?’ I would have gladly given her some help, explaining exactly how those long fingers of hers should slip through her wet folds, over and over again until the room would fill with her uncontrollable moans.

Yet she didn’t seem to listen, being much more ashamed at the thought of that kind of exposure.

I wasn’t doing this to break her. I was doing it to build up her trust, though not in me — I was a lost cause, but in herself.

‘Do you want me to say it?’ I asked, noticing that she was trying to stall.

‘No,’ I could see her fingers gently move beneath her panties,touching those spots I craved to explore myself and feel the dampness my voice was provoking.

I watched her kneading the same path, moving with repetitive actions until the electric chills that were piling up inside of her were building even in my own groin.

Still, her strokes weren’t getting the result I desired, or maybethey weregetting exactly the result I desired. She couldn’t bring herself to ecstasy on her own, and the sublime thought of her needing me had raised me from my seat.

Towering above her, I noticed her eyes opening and the movement ceasing. ‘Go on,’ I encourage her to continue as I found a place on the bed beside her and went straight to the lace bra that covered the roundness of her breasts.

‘It doesn’t actually work,’ she helplessly whispered, offering me the power I yearned for.

‘It will,’ and I was going to prove my words.My fingers overlaid her own to guide her movement and use exactly the right pressure in the right spots until she would curl from the pleasureItaught her to provoke.

My tongue was swirling her pebbled nipples as the sweetness of their taste was making my mouth explode with lustful frenzy. I didn’t stop and I didn’t want to stop, moving my hand faster and faster until our intertwined fingers were rubbing against her sensitive clit, making it squirm with earth-shattering bliss.

‘See, I was right,’ I groaned, lifting my lips to conquer her own as I felt her spasming beneath me.

Though I didn’t want to let her go, continuing to guide her hand over her impossibly aroused center, forcing her limits until I had pushed her into another orgasm.

She was shaking, and I needed her to shake.

She was barely breathing, and I needed her lungs to search for oxygen within my own.

And she was purring as I was tying herself to me, eventhough my hands didn’t hold any physical ropes.

Bea was muttering something between those plump lips when she finally managed to push me away and break free. ‘Enough, Ferris,’ she cried out with her thighs tightly squeezed, so I couldn’t reach her again.

My goal for the night was fulfilled. I offered her the gift of self-satisfaction. Although she didn’t receive it — at least not completely, leaving room for one vicious thought to spread in my mind, ‘You need me,’ I was stating the obvious as from that moment on she would feel incomplete without me.

‘I do,’ she whispered crashing her mouth on mine to confirm my every single suspicion.

At least she wasn’t mad. That was comforting for me. But what I found on her body wasn’t. ‘I did this!?’ I quivered to ask as I noticed dark purple marks on her breast.

I did that on the balcony.

Sometimes I couldn’t control myself, seeking thrills so intense that I broke the limits.

‘I’m sorry,’ I let my tongue roll over her tips, trying to soothe the tortured breasts while I pulled a blanket over us so she could get some sleep, ‘I’ll let you rest. Close your eyes, Bea.’

She did close her eyes, drifting away while my lips kept pampering the flesh I just wounded, knowing that one day I will do her much more harm than this. And I won’t be able to stop myself.

I could barely keep myself from lowering my mouth to the center of her thighs, to drive my tongue deep within until she would squirm again and again as time would dissolve itself and she wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but in my bed.

We will get there and I will become the soul motive of her existence. Because inexplicably, she was already mine.

Chapter 18

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