His bodyguard groans as he releases his cock and turns away from us. He pivots back around with the toy in hand. He feathers it down my back, and I bow forwards on a cry, wondering howlow he’ll go. My arms flex against the binds, but he tied me well. I’m not going anywhere. Running the small toy over my arms, he touches the top of my ass. Then he passes the clit vibrator over to my king before he kneels down behind me. Feeling the heat of his body at my back, I try not to squirm. But I know he’s looking at my ass, lower perhaps. Are his eyes on Richard’s dick? Will he watch as my king enters me?
“Please,” I beg.
“Bad girls don’t get to come.” He tilts my chin up with two fingers as he stares into my eyes. “So are you a good girl, Arienna? Or are you bad?”
I quiver against him.Please, I want to beg again, but I know it’ll get me nowhere. “I’m bad,” I rasp. My pussy hates me, but my heart loves me as I watch the emotions in his eyes. The softness, the tenderness, the lowering of walls. Not all of them yet, but more. And fuck, I am filled with too many emotions to name.
“I love you,” I blurt.
He leans forwards and kisses me. Soft. Deep. Lovingly. But he doesn’t say the words. He places the clit vibrator between my legs. I jerk away from him, the sensations too great, and he hasn’t even turned it on yet.
“Jace,” he says, and his friend grabs my waist to hold me still.
My eyes widen as he places the toy on my clit. I cry out as he strokes his thumb across the runes that’ll turn it on. As it vibrates against me, my cries turn into sobs. Then screams. But anytime I get close to coming, he pulls back and leaves it buzzing a hair’s breath away from me.
“Please… please… My king,please…”
I hump the air, so damn desperate, but Jace’s calloused hands keep me still. And my king keeps me so brutally on edge.
“Colour?” he demands.
“Red,” I lie just so he’ll stop teasing me and give in.
He looks over my shoulder, but Jace is already releasing me and stepping back. I sigh on a smile as I wriggle my hips forwards to press against the toy right in front of me, but he pulls it away faster than I can.
Tossing it on the sofa beside us, he grabs my hips and lowers me all the way down on his lap. But not on his dick.
No, that stands proudly between us. So damn fuckingteasingly.
“Tell me what turned it red,” he says softly as he ducks his head to mine. And I know he knows. Dammit. I know he damn well fuckingknowswhy I called it.
And that I lied.
And lying means he’ll punish me even more.
I am not the epitome of grace when I whine, “I just need you in me! And I know you like to edge, and I’m sorry I lied about it being red. It doesn’t hurt at all, and I trust you to give me what I need, and I know you’re punishing me for looking at Jace this morning, but –” A throaty whimper rips right out of my soul. “I need your cock in me.Please.” I cry out as he jerks me forwards and pushes into my pussy.
He pulls me down slowly though when I want him to rail into me. Jace groans behind us, but my eyes are solely on my king.
“The colours aren’t just about pain tolerance,” he says as he pulls me down millimetre by fucking millimetre. “You do not have to justify why you called it. I asked only so I can learn your limits for future sessions, but any reason you call it for is valid. Even if you can’t explain, that is valid.” He stops my descent when it’s just his tip nestled inside me. I pant as I stare into his eyes. Trusting him. Loving him. Willing to take it slow if he needs me to.
“I’m sorry I missed the fact that you needed this” –he pulls me down a bit more– “connectionso much.” He kisses me as slowlyas he enters me. When I’m halfway down him, he murmurs against my lips. “I needed it too.”
I shudder against him. He pulls me down the rest of the way, but instead of rocking me on top of him, he holds me still.
Filling me but not moving.
Loving me but notfuckingme.
Because we’re stopping and reassessing.
Dammit.
I should’ve called yellow.
Groaning, I close my eyes as I rest my head against his shoulder. And breathe.
“Do you want to stop the scene?” he asks softly.
