The welfare of the kingdom always comes first.
One of the few laws I agree with.-KingRichard
“Classy,” Jacesaysas soon as heenters, his eyes hard and full of judgement.“I can’t believe it’s taken you all this time to find a wife given your gentlemanly traits.”
“Don’t.”
Hetakesup position by the door, leaning right next to the spot where I fingeredher senseless, where I claimed her mouth as mine.
“I should let the Court know her torture sentence has already been served,” hesays.
I exhale roughly.Trynot to recall the tears that streamed down her face.
Fuck.
I yank another petition off the stack.
“So what do you call that technique?Get her to divorce you ASAP?”
“I can’t have her dreaming up some fairy tale about us.”I can’t have her looking at me as if she seessomething I’m not.Something good.Something worthtryingfor.Fighting for.
Glaring at the petition, this one about having a sex toy listed as an essential item for when declaring bankruptcy, I curse.
Now all Icanthink aboutishaving her at the mercy of a toy.Or two.Or three.Fuck.It’s agood thing I made sure she’llnever want to see me again.
Because I don’t know if I have the strength to stay away.
Twenty-Three
Agood brownie nevercurses.
Unless the situation really, really calls for it.-Arienna
Hot.
Flippin’.
Damn.
Ican’twait to see him again.
Thatwasthe best sex I’veever had– eventhoughhedidn’tevenput it in me.Iwashurt when he threwme out half-way through, but I’mwilling to risk that pain again just to come that hard.
Despite being a kingdom that lives and breathes sex, Brownston could really learn some things by studying the fairies.Dear gods, dotheynot makemen like him back home.
Stretching slowly, Isitup in bed, a goofy smile on my face.Desire formsat the mere thought of him.Flashes of me down on my knees, of him pushing inside my mouth fill my mind.Icanhear the grunts and growls of his arousal, taste his precum on my lips.
Reaching between my legs, I start to stroke myself.I close my eyes, imagining the hard push of his fingers, the rough taking of my mouth.He didn’t just use me.Heownedme, and gods, I never knewthat could be hot.
Leaning back against the headrest, I run my other hand down my throat to my breasts, then give them each a squeeze.“My king,” I breathe, building myself up, thinkingabout all the things he’lldo to me.
Karlwas alwaysa two-pumps man, and Simon never wanted to do anything other than missionary.But Richardwilltry everything.I justknowit.
My hips bucking, I stroke myself faster, rubbing myclit like he did.Squeezing my breast, I arch on the bedas Icome all over my fingers.I breathe heavily asI lower myself back down and open my eyes.
Iam solooking forward to seeing him this morning.Perhaps if he refusesto let me leave the castle like I want, Ican‘convince him with my wily ways’.
Giggling, I scoot off the bed and pad towards theensuite.My blue slip sitscrumpled in a heap where I left it by the sofa.Dirty.Used.Delicious.
