“Does that mean you’ll fuck me now?” I grumble.
He chuckles. “Yes.”
“Really?” I lift my head happily.
He nods, then kisses me, but I pull my head back to look him in the eye.
“Don’t do this for me,” he warns.
“But you want it?”
“I like teasing you. I like watching you fall apart so badly, you can’t think. I like being in control of everything you want and need. But” –he reaches around me to untie my wrists– “I like knowing you’re enjoying yourself more.”
“That’s why you keep checking in with me?” I say, happy I’m understanding something today.
“Yes. You’ve gifted me with your trust, so it is my job to take care of you.”
I blow out a small breath as I look away. “I might’ve lied,” I mumble.
“I know.”
I look back at him as he frees my arms. “You do, and you stopped anyway?”
He brings my hands up to his mouth. Holding my gaze, he kisses the back of my knuckles on each one. “You called red, Arienna. That is what red means.”
My breath catches. I rock my hips, wanting to come with him, and he pushes deeper inside me.
I moan, my body quivering on the edge of orgasm.
Sighing, I fall against his chest. “I don’t want to stop,” I mutter as I place my hands back behind me.
“Are you sure?”
I nip his shoulder as I squeeze my pussy around him. He groans as his head falls back against the sofa. Licking my way up his neck to his ear, I grab his lobe in-between my teeth. “Yes,” I say as my chest squeezes. “Because I don’t want to be a good brownie anymore. I want to be…” I don’t know what, don’t know what else is out there. But I want to be more than the “brainwashed” brownie I was raised to be. And I know my king has the answers to the questions I do not even know how to ask. He will take care of me. He will guide me in this new life. I just have to trust him.
And he will help me make Raza my home.
Leaning forwards, he kisses me softly and slowly. At first. Then his mouth turns bruising. My lips become swollen. He wraps his hand around my neck and growls, “Does my good little slut want Jace holding her up while I fuck her until she comes?”
I gasp as he lifts me until just his piercing is in me. Then he slams me back down. Then lifts until I’m all the way off him. My body feels so empty without his cock inside me.
“I asked you a question, my queen.”
I nod. “Please. I want to come.”
“With his hands on you?”
“No.”
Jace curses. “Fucking hel, Richard.” There’s so much raw need in his voice. “I’m being a good fucking boy here.”
I squirm, and my king instantly tracks how much those words have turned me on. I try not to groan, knowing he’s going to punish me for it.
A devilish, jealous smirk curling a corner of his lips, he says, “Jace?”
“Yes?”
“Did you put enough lube on the dildo?”
