Page 81 of The Book of Kings

My mistake there. I was the one who was asking her to sleep and at the same time, the one that was making it impossible. ‘Sorry for that, I got carried away. I promise to behave.’

That small error didn’t make me stop, but I did tone down my rhythm. I was just moving much slower, and much more thoughtfully, satisfying a part of my cravings for the long hours to follow.

I loved her body from the way her skin tasted in my mouth to the way each inch of her was responding to me.

She did finally manage to fall asleep, just when I was struggling to convince myself that I should also get some rest and stop tormenting my already troubled length.

I was a silent masochist, moving on lower and lower, intensifying my own arousal until my body couldn’t take it any longer. I couldn’t subject myself to the torture anymore. My lips returned to suckle on her tips as my hand fell beneath my shorts, grabbing the base of my shaft. I was too turned on for my own good. There was not a chance in hell I could ever sleep like that. I needed some kind of release and if she wasn’t going to provide it for me, I was going to do it myself. After all, I was the master of my own body, at least that was what I liked to think.

I stroked myself, igniting every nerve, thinking of the day it will be her hand and not mine. However, I didn’t want to push her. Every time I pushed someone, my demons lost control, so much so that the small boundaries I was trying to break transformed into attempts to break that person completely.

Besides, who could know my body better than myself? I was the perfect man for the job. Each stroke, combined with each nibbling of her tips was building that sensation I needed so I could find my own release.

I had almost made the mistake of waking her up as I was grazing her silken breasts, accepting that tightening sensation deep within my balls and shuddering contractions of my length.

It would have been so easy to give her a proper wake-up call. But I made a promise and even if there were so many things I could break, my word wasn’t one of them. I just ground my teeth, running my hand against my shaft a few more times until I was forcing myself to withhold my groans as the thick liquid of my undoing had tainted the sheets.

It felt amazingly good, but I could feel a sort of angst just thinking thathaving hermight have been a privilege that other men in her life may have already had.

I couldn’t go to sleep with that thought clouding my mind. I just close my eyes, burying my nose against her breast, and finally drifting off to meet her in my dreams. Because she was the one I was always dreaming about.

Bea left first thing in the morning. Her courses at the Academy could not wait. Still, I didn’t let her go before announcing to her that we were having a meeting with Vanya that evening. I need to free her from the Pleasure Room. And that’s exactly what I did.

As soon as all three of us sat together, the decision was made to end Bea’s contract. In fact, there wasn’t too muchdecidingon Vanya’s part since I offered her a sum that cut deep down, even into my own pockets. But it didn’t matter to me. I had cleared Bea of any further duties of her contract...or more likely, got her as my mine.

There was just one small step that I needed to make to regain her complete trust. A step way above morality, yet something that would assure me a smooth way to her heart. I need to pose as Prince Charming, even though I was a fucking devil.

A glass of wine and a nice dinner did the trick... well, a glass of wine spiked up with a small cocktail of my own medicine.

How else could I be the hero if I didn’t have a damsel in distress?

Messed up, fucked up, call me whatever you like but I was the one who was going to save her from herself that night.

My mission was much more difficult than I imagined. Her internal anguish caused by my drink seemed to be ravaging her body, making her clothes unbearable to wear as she was desperately yearning for my touch.

I couldn’t help myself but free her of her burden, pushing the dress over her shoulders to discover that she was wearing one of the pieces of lingerie I had stocked her dressing room with.

‘Whoever bought you this must have had excellent tastes,’ I smiled, reaching straight for that zone right about the cup of her bra that I loved so much.

Bea had proven herself to be full of surprises that night. Okay, maybe it was the medicine that I gave her, but she wanted to take the lead. ‘Tonight it’s my turn.’ She pushed me back and began unbuttoning my shirt while her restless tongue couldn’t wait to have it fully undone. The damp warmth of her mouth melted on my chest, makingmy hands tangle in her hair, trying to still the storm that was building up inside me.

I instantly turned hard, hearing her moan as she was exploring the black ink that covered my chest. Damn, I wanted to be inside her so badly that I was having extreme problems keeping up with my plan.

That night was adding yet another surprise to my list — one that wasn’t of my liking. Bea came across the bullet marks brazing my chest. But I refused to let the past interfere in my life once again. I just distracted her attention, carrying her back to bed, attempting to seize back control.

Despite my effort of dominating her, she seemed determined to be the one who would rule the night, reaching for my belt — straight to the place that needed her most.

For some reason, she suddenly stopped. Maybe it was self-awareness that made her back down, but it was sure impelling desire that had brought my hand to overlay with hers and guided her to continue.

I needed her to move over my throbbing shaft, intensifying whatever she had started, stroking me through the material of my pants until my balls tensed with the uncontrollable need to find that electric storm running through them.

‘You know that I still can’t fully... You know...’. Her warning interrupted the rushing road to my release, making me realize that I was venturing a little too far, a little too fast.

‘Don’t worry, we’ll improvise,’ I smiled while she was making sure my pants were no longer in our way.

‘I’ll be...around,’ pushing the cups of her bra to tumble down beneath her breasts, I bit on her rosy tips, swirling my tongue so I could feel them shift shape with the pleasure I was igniting.

She purred, sneaking her hand beneath my boxers, reaching for my cock, and sending that electric tingle to race through my body. And since she seemed so eager to satisfy me, I couldn’t let her wait for her own pleasure. Snapping the staples that held her teddy together, I pushed her thighs apart to discover the wetness coating her core.

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