Trust him so hard Icanbarely breathe.
My pussy clenches.My body vibrateswith expectancyof the next blow but also withhope of a new beginning.
“Colour?”he demands, flexing the belt at his side.
Seeing everything we could be together, I say,“Green.”
Flicking his wrist, hecracksthe belt through the air as he raisesit.He’s testing my resolve.My trust.
My pulse spikes.My body tenses.But I hold his fucking gaze.
In one quickmovement, he snaps the beltacross my flesh.He hitshard enough to cut through skin.Screaming,withtears pooling in my eyes, I sag against my binds.My orgasm ripsthrough me so hard and fastand unexpectedly, Ifeelas if I’mgoing to pass out.
Richard’s handsareon me in an instant.Lifting my ass, he slamshis cockintome.Mypussyclenchesaround him, squeezing him tightandholding him close.He pullsout,thenslamsback in.Grabbing my throat, he kissesme hard.
He squeezesme until Icannotbreathe.
He fucksme until Icannotthink.
His teeth biteinto my shoulder.His hands massage my breasts.Then his armsarewrapping around me, holding me down onto his cock.His headfallsback, and he groans.“My queen,”fallsoff his lips.
Fifty
A royal’s duty is to the welfare of their subjects.
A husband’s duty is to his wife.-KingRichard
Shesitstight on my cock, her pussy still pulsing around meas she hangs from the rafters of her room.I tensemy cockinside her, causing her to moanagainst my neck.Her little whimpersarewhat I currently live for.Theknowledge thather bodyismine to control, to use, to protect.
The trust she’sgiven me tonighthaseased the tension in mychest, lesseningthe gap between us.
Releasing one arm from around her, I reach up to undo the belt around her hands.As soon as she’s able, she wrapsher arms around me.
“You were such a good girl,” Isayas I carryher into the bathroom.“But you didn’t have to take all that.”
Lifting her head, she kissesmy cheek.“I wanted to.”
My arms tighten around her.My cock jumpsinside her.Setting her down in the shower, I aim the spray at the floor, away from her so itwon’tsting hertenderskin.Grabbingthe washcloth,Iwet it in the warm water,thenbrush it gently across the bruisesmy fingersleft on her neck.
I lowerthe cloth to her breasts,butI stoprightbeforeI touchthem.Theyarered and raw and bleeding.Bruisesarestarting to form, hard lumps rising beneath the skin.
“Do you wanta healingwand?”I ask softly, my stomach twisting with the knowledge that I’m the one who didthis to her.My chest tightenswith thefactthat she let me.That she trusted meenoughto stop.To not push her too far.To take care of her even while I was hurting.
My queenisgoing to be the death of me.
Lifting a hand to trace the initials I carved into her, sheshakesher head.“I’m thinking of getting this as a tattoo.”Her handmovesto the other RM.“This one too.”
Groaning, I pull her onto my lap.She hissesas the spray hitsher sensitive skin, but shedoesn’tmove away.Grabbing my cock, I push it inside her.We need to rest, to clean up and go to bed, but my body needshers again.My soul needs me to make her mine.
My fingers digging into her hips, I lift her up and down on top of me.She clencheswith a moan, her lips finding mine for a hungry kiss.I pull away to lookdown at where our bodies join.Her pussy gripsmy cock as shetakesme in;the RM bleeds freely beneath the spray.
Growling, I move her faster, harder.Poundingindeep, I hold her down for a second before lifting her slowly off me.Then I jerkherbackdownhard.
She archeson a cry, her little pants making me feral.
Leaning forward, Itakeher breast in my mouth, the oneImarked as mine.My tonguerunsacross the initials, licking off the blood, soothing the pain I’vegiven her.
“Gods, you’re so good to me,” I moan, her nipple in my teeth, my tongue flipping across it.“You feel so good, so perfect.”
