Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.
I wish I was wearing a dress.
No!Bad, Arienna.Ba–Arching backwards, I forget why thisisa bad ideaat all.My hands fist in his hair as he kissesthe fabric between my thighs.
My eyes close.
My mouth opens.
I pant heavy and hard.
His chuckle vibratesagainst the V of my legs.“It seems I didn’t satisfy you enough this morning.”Opening a drawerbeside us, he pullsout a knife.“Allow me to apologise.”
When I jump, hisarm pressesacross my hips, keeping mestill.I pick up a plate to smash it over his head.But then he’srunning the blade up my thigh, slicing the fabricof my jumpsuitclean through, and his lipsarefollowing, andfuck me.
The plate clattersback down on the counter.
“That’s better,” he murmursas he skimsthe tip against mywaist and pulls aside the flap of fabric.Next, he runs the bladeup mypussy, cutting my panties in half.I clench, expecting to feel a sting, but thereisn’t anythingother than pleasure.My kingknowshow to wield a knife.Why in Hel’s namedoI find that sexy?
I should be terrified.
He placesthe knife down beside me, the clatter of the metal calling my attention.My eyes latch on to it.My fingers slowly reach for it.
Sliding his hands under my ass, he gripsmy cheeks and haulsme to him.I fall backwards from the momentum.His lips brush aside the two halves of my underwear, and the attempt I made to sit back up dies a sudden death.
Leaning awkwardly against the wall, Ican’tstop a cry from escaping.I should stop him.I know I should.It’s not good for mybrain to be this conflicted with my body, but oh gods, no brownie man knows how to dothat.
Bowing underthe skill of his tongue, Idig my fingers into his dark curls.Moaning, Igrindmy hips against his mouth.His fingers slip inside me, curling as his tongue licksand claimsand worshipsme.
Panting, I move with him.His tongue moves in longslow licks that set my soul on fireuntilIcanno longer breathe.Igasp for air.Gasp and moan and cry asI buck against him, chasing that beautiful release.
So close.Iamso flippin’ close.
“My king!”I pant, writhing beneath him.
His tongue strokesme.
His fingers claim me.
His lips nibble across mine.
Just a few more seconds, and I’ll–
Abruptly, he pullsaway.When Itryto reach for him, he grabsmy hand and kissesthe rapid pulse at the base of my wrist.
Licking me off his lips, he murmurs, “That’s punishment one.”
I blink at himin confusion.Punishment?For what?
My eyes widen.Doeshe know?But how?This cakeisn’teven poisoned!
The knife!
My eyesflyto it beside me.My fingers itch with the urge to grab it, but in a one-on-one fight, I know Iwon’twin.Still, better to try and fail than not to try at all.Before I can reach for it, he rises to his feet and skims his lips across mine.The barest of touches as his eyessear into my soul.“The second punishment I owe you,”he murmurs,“I’ll give you right before you leave.”
Leaning in, he kissesme fully.His tongue tastesof me, so Itryto turn away.He grabsmy chin, holding me stillashe claims my mouth as well as he claimed my pussy.Soon, I’m panting beneath him again and bashfully admitting that when it comes to him, I really don’t have any standards.
Ignoring my shame,I reach forward to undo his belt, but hestopsme with a grip like iron.
