His thumb pushes in and out of me as I try to think what punishments I might’ve accrued.
“Um…” I try to say around him. “Why – Why were you waiting?”
“Because today I’m going to be very busy. I have debates in four different cities, and I’m meeting King Dravr, so I won’t be back until well after dark.
“Am I not coming with you?”
He rolls me onto my back. Lying on top of me, he kisses me fiercely, his tongue taking the place of his thumb. When he lifts his head, his purple eyes smoulder with a heat that makes me shiver. “Are you up for flying?”
My stomach plummets. “Yes?”
“You can lie to everyone else, but not to me.”
I swallow. Look away. My heart is hammering while my feet are still on the ground. “I don’t know.”
“So take the day to rest, and we can see how you feel about it tomorrow.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, glancing at him, then quickly away.
He tilts my chin up and waits until my eyes find his again. “You have nothing to be sorry about. We all have our fears.”
“Even you?” I tease half-heartedly.
“Yes. I’m terrified of losing you.” His lips crush mine with a desperateness that leaves me shaking. Roaming his hands up and down my body, he claims me as if he’s obsessed with holding me here. Forever in his arms. Goosebumps rise over my breasts, my stomach, everywhere he touches, until I’m an aching mess of need.
The chastity belt is a frustrating presence between my legs, especially when I try to grind against him.
Whimpering against his lips, I nip him. He pulls back, his eyes dancing. His tongue flicks out to slide across his lips before he rolls the bottom one in-between his teeth.
“I think,” he says huskily, “my little queen wants me to let her come.”
“Yes,” I pant.
“No.”
“But –”
“This stays on for one week,” he says, cupping the bloody belt. “And if you come while wearing it, it’ll stay on for another two days. So –” He pecks my lips between every word. “You.” Kiss. “Better.” Kiss. “Behave.” Kiss, this time his lips rubbing against mine.
He cups my breasts as his tongue dives in and caresses mine. I arch into him on a mewl. Panting, I wrap my legs around him. Rocking my hips, I want to cry at how cruelly I’m getting no relief. He pinches my nipples, and I cry out as he kisses his way down my body.
“So I’m not… being… punished?” I ask between pants, wanting to make sure there’s nothing else I need to worry about.
His lips hover over a hard nipple, and I curse myself for interrupting him.
“Punished for what?” he asks. “Do you have something you want to confess, my queen?”
I melt at those words. The promise. The heat. The power that he can make me beg for forgiveness.
“I don’t know,” I squeak. “I don’t remember much about last night.”
“You were drunk.”
I nod.
He licks my breast but not my nipple. His violet eyes stay latched on mine. “Until I know your limits and figure out just how in control you are when drunk, you will not get punished whenever you are.”
I try to look at him innocently, but I’m pretty certain I’m grinning. “For anything?”
