Page 11 of Kronos’ Consort

“Yes, Master,” she gasped, squirming inside his arms. “I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

He smiled into the darkness, aware that, however contrite she thought she was, he had ways of making sure repentance was all she would think about until he was satisfied.

“In the meantime, let me give you something else to focus on.” His fingers splayed at her pussy, two of them dipping between her labia and teasing at her sex. She whimpered in response, her breaths coming faster as her body rose to make the most of his digits. “Tell me what you want.”

“You, Master.” Her reply was immediate, the jolting of her hips reinforcing the admission. “Please.”

“Yes, you want me.” His playful tone belied the intensity furled in him as, slowly, he edged two fingers inside her. She contracted around him, calling out wonderfully at the intrusion. “But I think you want something else first, don’t you?”

“Oh, yes, Master.”

There was no hesitation from her that time, either, his already erect shaft rock solid at her mewled response.

Had anyone ever aroused him so painfully before? But then, he couldn’t recall a time he’d ever wanted to wait for his own gratification. Normally, he’d have taken what he desired and left his little concubine wanting, but with Kristina, he was changed; conscious of her pleasure every inch as much as his own.

“Tell me,” he commanded.

“To come, Master,” she panted. “I need to come, please.”

Shaking his head, he planted a kiss on the crown of her head. He’d expected the answer, but the idea that the woman who’d tried to flee was urging him for mercy was laughable.

“A naughty girl who wants to come.” His fingers pushed deeper into her, the sound of her arousal audible in the silence of his room. She was so ready for him, and he hadn’t even taken her to the edge yet. “Imagine that.”

“Please.” She was frantic as she replied, her hips rising to their own rhythmic cadence and taking more of him. “I’ll be good from now on, I swear it.”

“So many promises, little one,” he cooed, relishing the feel of her heat around his digits and trying not to imagine how it was going to feel when he replaced those fingers with his throbbing dick. “What am I going to do with you?”

A litany of magnificent answers flooded his senses as her breathy gasps filled the air around them.

“Oh, fuck, Master,” she moaned, her grip tightening as her desire intensified.

Kronos had heard enough. One profane slip was acceptable, but her continued vulgarity didn’t please him.

“Seems as though I need to take care of that mouth for you.” His fingers picked up their pace, his wrist angling over her clit to provide her with the perfect friction for her looming release. “Open up.”

The hand at her chest rose to her chin, his fingertips searching for her mouth in the shadows. By the time his digits had grazed over her lips, he found them already parted, and he slipped three of his fingers into her mouth, all the while maintaining the pace at her pussy.

“Now, suck,” he instructed, biting back on the groan that wanted to rise from his throat when she duly complied.

The heat of her body controlling both of his hands was thrilling, ratcheting his desire until all there was in the cosmos was the writhing blonde, her wet heat, and her uncanny ability to consume his every fucking sense.

“That’s better,” he coaxed, concentrating on giving her the tempo she needed whilst not shooting his load between her perfectly-formed ass cheeks.

The guttural groans emanating from her occupied mouth did nothing to keep her from the brink, and neither did her obvious desire. It wasn’t the first time he’d had the pleasure of holding her, of arousing her, or helping her to splinter, but he could tell from the copious desire flooding between her legs that his little one was truly turned on.

“You’re going to come for me,” he commanded in a sensual growl.

There was no way he was going to stop until she’d erupted all over him, and then, once she was finally replete, he was going to once again take what belonged to him.

The indecipherable noises escaping her throat echoed around them, merging with his labored breathing until her body tensed and those sounds were replaced by her strangled cries.

As her release washed over her, Kronos was finally content. Incandescent in the darkness of his room, she was everything he’d ever needed.

Chapter Seven

Kris