Page 68 of Kiss of a Hellish Prince

“Yes,” I answered.

“Good girl. Keep your hands on the bookcase.” He pulled my hips back, forcing me to take a few steps.

I arched my back and slid my hands down a few shelves. Rune had me bent almost completely over at the waist.

He ran his hands over my back then down, rubbing my ass and even my pussy through my pants.

“Next time you do something like this, I’ll spank this perfect ass of yours, but I think you might enjoy it.” He smacked my ass to prove his point.

He wasn’t wrong. I was so worked up the smack was more pleasure than pain.

He pulled my jeans down to my knees, pulling my panties along with them, exposing my soaking core to the cold air. He slapped my ass again. This time, I jumped and let out a small whimper. His fingers massaged the sting away before slipping in between my legs, parting my pussy lips then moving up to my ass.

“Has anyone ever taken you here?” he asked, his thumb circling my asshole.

I shook my head.

He smacked my ass again.

“I need an answer, Tori.”

“No,” I said. “No one has ever even touched me there.”

“Good. I enjoy knowing that when you take my cock in your ass, I will be the first. But that is something for another day.” He dropped to his knees behind me. “Remember what I said, Tori. I get to decide when you come.Me. Not you. Donotcome until I give you permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

I wasn’t sure what I expected, but his tongue lapping at my clit wasn’t it. He licked until my legs were shaking.

I had to bite my lip to keep from coming.

When I was about to let go, he moved from my clit, licking at my entrance, fucking me with his tongue before tasting his way to my asshole.

His mouth there felt different, but good. So good.

“Oh fuck, Rune,” I said. “That feels so good.”

“Be quiet. That front window is busted. If someone is outside, they might hear you.” He put his hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks farther apart while his tongue licked around the rim of my ass.

Fuck.

Biting the inside of my cheek, digging my nails into the wood and trying to stifle my moans and pleas with my arms, I hung on with everything I had. He alternated between licking my ass and my clit until I was a sweating, shaking mess.

Finally, he stood up again. Placing his hands on my hips, he guided me to take a few steps forward so I was more leaning forward than bent at a ninety-degree angle.

“Good girl. You held on so well for me. Did you like the way I ate your perfect ass?”

“Yes,” I answered, my voice shaky.

“Do you want to come?” He reached around and pinched one of my nipples through my shirt and bra.

I whimpered. “Please.”

“I want you to come on my cock. Do you think you can do that for me?” He reached under my shirt to squeeze my breasts. His cock pressed against my bare ass.

He was asking for consent. Still very much in charge but checking to make sure I was still on board.

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