“Oh, fuck yes.” My panties were already getting wet.All hail the king.
“Strip down and bend over.” He slapped the paddle into his hand again, harder this time, and a surge of anticipation went straight between my thighs. He sat on the bed, and I obliged, slipping off my dress and tossing my bra and panties aside. Ethan’s gaze ravaged me as I stood bare before him, and I laid obediently over his lap as he began to rub my ass.
“Your ass is so perfect,” Ethan said. I was enjoying the feeling of his fingers massaging my skin, until he brought the paddle down with a sharp slap.
I gasped. The paddle gave a much brisker sting than his hand did, and it made stars pop in my eyes.
“Again,” I begged, and Ethan brought the paddle down. He smacked my ass in quick succession, until I was sore in seconds. With every swat, I grew needier and needier. I wiggled on his lap, trying to rub my clit against his leg and get off, but he put a hand on my back to hold me in place so I couldn’t move. Ethan laid the paddle on my ass so quickly, one swat replaced another before I had a chance to breathe. It pushed me to the edge, crying out with the want of it.
“Quiet down. The whole palace is going to hear you scream,” Ethan whispered.
“I don’t care,” I breathed. All of Malovia could know I was a kinky queen. They could even put it in the papers. I just wanted a red ass.
Ethan delivered a particularly hard smack with the paddle, and I whimpered. His voice was gruff as he growled, “Do as I say.”
“No.”
He smacked my ass again, harder than he ever had, and my eyes rolled back in my head. I was deliberately goading him on, because the harder he smacked, the more delirious I became. I was so wet that I was about to soak his lap.
Ethan stopped, and tossed the paddle to the floor. By this time, tears were brimming in my eyes at the mixture of pleasure and pain. “More.”
“No, Emma. You need to be able to sit on that throne tomorrow.” He lifted me up, and placed me on my back on the bed. He moved downward and placed his mouth on my apex. I bucked my hips against his tongue, which was swirling around my sensitive bud. The tension was building up to such a high peak, it was nearly uncomfortable.
I came against his mouth, and as I whimpered, Ethan put a finger inside me. He rubbed it against my g-spot, and the pleasure was so intense that I nearly passed out. My vision faded as I shook against his lips, my thighs locking around his head as I held on for dear life against the power of the orgasm he gave me.
Ethan drew back. I nearly thought he was done, until he unbuttoned his pants and his gorgeous dick sprang free. He didn’t bother taking off the rest of his clothes before he shoved it into me.
My body accepted his offering eagerly. I didn’t feel fulfilled until he was fully inside of me, diving as deeply as he could go. Ethan fucked me with a passionate vigor, his breaths growing short and quick as he pumped faster and faster. I grabbed his arms and tightened my hold on his biceps as he rammed into me from above, moaning his pleasure.
I felt it as he came inside of me. Ethan gave a heavy gasp and nearly fell over, putting a hand on the headboard to keep his balance. He remained in me for a few moments more, giving a few gentle, slow pumps before he went soft within me and withdrew his dick.
I was sweaty and still seeing starlight. Ethan took a few minutes to catch his breath before he got up, and buttoned his pants. He stumbled to the trunk and took out a jar of lotion before turning me over onto my front.
“You could’ve gone farther, you know,” I said. “I wanted more.”
Ethan had taken me to the brink, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted to see what lay beyond it, what kind of pleasure was in store for me when I was pushed past my limit of pain. I wanted him to spank me so far into oblivion that there was no coming back from it.
Ethan rubbed the cream into my ass, which was hot to the touch. “One day, maybe, but not now. Tomorrow is a very big day.”
I placed my head upon the pillow. Yes, tomorrow was a big day. I wasn’t sure what to expect, or what lay ahead. Though I was sure the servants had probably heard the remnants of Ethan and I’s playtime. There would be rumors floating around the palace by the morning of how the king liked to take his queen across his knee. They’d probably say it was improper, that it was vile and depraved.
Let them talk. This was our kingdom, and we were going to do thingsourway.
Starting in the bedroom.
I wokeup early the next day to prepare for the coronation that evening. When I got out of bed, Ethan was already gone.
He’d left a note on the bedside table, letting me know he was with the Circle and getting the events of the evening ready.
I put the note aside with a sigh. I wanted a morning coffee, and wasn't sure what to do. Did I call for a servant, or did I go down to the kitchens to fetch it myself? That didn’t seem right.
Gods, I didn't even know how to get myself a beverage. This was already overwhelming.
While I was warring with myself over what was proper, the door opened. Delmare, Odette, and Kiara walked in, fully attired in long gowns and carrying a few dressing bags.
Thank Milonna, they had brought coffee. Odette pushed a cart loaded with a charming china pot and teacups. She poured some coffee from the pot, spooning in cream and sugar in a giddy fashion.
I knew tea was more or less the standard in Malovia, but being American, I guess the staff in the palace was going to have to learn how to brew a good cup of Joe. I was all but dead if I didn’t have my morning caffeine— despite my doctor insisting it was bad for my disease.
