Page 68

“You may lower your hands.”

I lowered them with a sigh.

“Turn around, take off the jewelry, and lay down on your stomach.”

I climbed off his lap, turned around, and removed the butterfly. The pearl kissed me one last time before I tossed it aside and straddled him again, facing away. On my knees again, I bent forward and rested on his shins. It put my ass up, and his lifted cock grazed my sex. In short, it was heaven.

“Good girl.” He stroked my butt cheeks. “Beautiful.” I felt his lips press against my left cheek. “Move your knees out as far as you can.”

I did as he said, going into a frog position. It brought his cock into firmer contact with me. He slapped my ass, and I flinched. As the warmth shivered through me, he opened my cheeks.

“You'll have to keep these open for me.”

I stretched my arms back, squishing my breasts against his shins, and grabbed my cheeks.

“Very good. You must know how pretty your pink ring is. You're so eager to show it to me.”

My eyes went wide, and a shiver ran through me. When he chuckled, low and velvety, I moaned and rubbed myself against his shaft.

“Yes, you do.” He made a soft groan. “That's good, keeping rubbing your flower on my shaft.”

Oh, I loved it when this reserved man spoke nasty, and the whole Sultan thing was doing it for me. Flower? Holy shit. I rubbed myself harder against him to show him how much I was enjoying it. A snap came and then cool liquid hit my hole. Pressure followed and something hard poked into me—the little dildo. Tristan was playing with his toys.

“What a tight ring you have. No, don't stop rubbing your wet pussy on me. Good girl. Let's see how much you can take.”

He eased the little dildo in and out of me until my muscles eased, and it slipped further in. I sighed and moved my hips faster. It didn't stop him from sliding the dildo deeper and deeper until he was pumping it in time with my movements.

“Do you want more, concubine?”

“Yes.”

The little dildo left in a rush, and a larger one prodded me. More lube came with it, easing it deeper and deeper. When he had it lodged firmly, he spanked me with the paddle. I found the ridge of his tip and worked it hard, my orgasm teasing me.

“Bring your knees together.”

I pulled my knees under me. It lifted me from his cock, and my orgasm faded. Biting my lip, I held my tongue, and it made it all feel kinkier. His hand moved beneath me, and I heard him sigh. The ring—he'd removed it.

His hands slid under my belly and up. “Sit up. I'll help you.”

I sat up, his hands helping to lift me. The dildo started to slip, and he pushed it back in. I shuddered, my sex swollen and throbbing.

Tristan held his cock up so it pressed against the front of my pussy. “Take me into you.”

Thank, God! I rose and slid down his cock, both of us groaning as he filled me.

His hands went to my breasts. “Ride me hard, as fast as you can.”

As if I really were a concubine trying to please her master, I bounced on his cock, every slam pushing the dildo back into me as it sent his cock deep. Tristan's grip tightened and released to move to my hips. He began to thrust up as I came down, and the feeling of being filled in two places so thoroughly took me higher than I'd been before. I shrieked as I bounced, head lolling.

As I fell limp, Tristan pushed up, holding me to him as he took me down onto the bed. Lying atop me, he wildly fucked me, grunting and panting. With a primal cry, he locked up and emptied inside me.

Tristan collapsed forward, catching himself on his elbows, burying his face in the crook of my neck as our labored breathing filled the quiet room. His skin was slick with sweat, his heart hammering against my back with a frantic, grounding rhythm.

He rolled to the side with me and drew the dildo out of me. Tossing it aside, he cursed.

“What?” I looked over my shoulder at him.

“I forgot to use the biggest one on you. That was the whole point of the 'how much can you take' comment.”