He cups my breasts. I start jerking him off. Sagging against him, I rub my thighs together. “Please,” I rasp. “I need…”
“I know exactly what you need.” His fingers caress the underside of my breasts before pinching my nipples. I cry out, shaking in his arms as Deirdre moans. She tosses her knife; who knows where it went. “But you have six hours until you get it,” he says firmly. Then steps back. I turn to face him, reaching. Wanting.
“I’ve knocked your knife,” Jace calls out, and my king turns his attention to the board. His eyes narrow. Mine widen in delight.
“Does that mean you lose?” I gasp as I spin around. There are three knives in the bull’s eye now – but only two are pink. The other is lilac.
Grabbing my chin just as I notice the third pink blade resting on the floor, he yanks me back around. He kisses me hard, his hand dropping to cradle my throat. As he starts to squeeze me, he kisses me rougher. More desperately. I rise up on my toes, needing more. More air. More him. More everything.
“Take off my belt,” he growls as he pulls back. My hands shaking, I tear at the clasp around his waist. When I finally tug the leather free, he spins me around, snatches the belt out of my hands, and whips it across my bare ass. I yelp as I turn towards him, my body desperate to be flush against my king.
He smacks my pussy, the sound of leather hitting leather vibrating through the room as the power moves through me. My mouth watering, I reach for him, but he shakes his head.
“It’s your turn,” he says.
“I’m going to bite you,” I mutter.
He laughs, loud and deep, and my heart stops as I drink him in.He laughs so rarely.Gods, I don’t want this night to end.
“Throw,” he says as he gestures at the table.
Turning, I grab a knife. Moving to his side, I look at the target, but right as I aim, the bloody thing moves!
“Hey!” I shout.
“Just calculate the distance as well as the speed,” he says as if that’ll actually frickin’ help.
The target slides in the opposite direction. I watch it for one more run before I decide there’s no way I’m going to hit it. Reeling my arm back in defeat, I toss the knife.
My mouth falls open. “That’s a bull’s eye!” I scream.
Laughing, I turn to face my king and snap my fingers. “Trousers. Now.” I hold out my hand.
His slips his fingers over mine and pulls me towards the kitchenette. “Food’s ready,” he says.
I giggle as I follow him. “Are you giving up now?”
“You need to eat.”
“Uh huh.” Smiling, I peck him on the nose as he sets me on the counter. His eyes narrow on me, not amused, but his mouth twitches, so I grin harder.
Stepping back, he pulls out a tray full of steaming food from the ‘kitchen’ cupboard. As Jace and Deirdre join us, I beam and kick my feet. “Did you see my throw?”
“Absolutely perfect,” Jace says, his eyes on my body. My lips part as his gaze caresses me everywhere. “Sit beside her,” he orders Deirdre as he picks up one of the green chillies garnishing the large plate of stir fry. Hopping up onto the counter, she opens her mouth as he steps between her legs.
He brushes the tip across her lips. She bunches her skirt up to her waist. Richard runs his hands up and down my thighs, hisfingers causing me to shiver. I wriggle, then gasp as Jace starts to trail the chilli down Deirdre’s body.
“Oh my gods,” I breathe as he trails it between her legs. She isn’t wearing any underwear.
That’s going to frickin’sting.
But Deirdre only moans as he pushes it between her lips. Her fingers press into the wood of the bar. Her head falls back. Her breath leaves in little pants. I want to turn and kiss her. Then suck on her gorgeous tits.
As Jace raises the chilli to her mouth, she sucks it in with her eyes on him. He grabs his cock with his other hand, his triangular knife pointing up from his knuckles, and rubs it between her pussy lips.
Dear gods, the guy is a bloody masochist.
Richard leans in and kisses my neck. I arch on a moan, my skin so sensitive. His hands on the knots of my chastity belt, he asks, “Is my perfect little slut going to eat?”
