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"Good, Kitten. It pleases me when you follow my directions. Continue."
"I'd move my hands over your legs and then deep into the secret retreat of your thighs. I'd take a moment to marvel at your big, strong muscles and your impressive manhood that stands taller than any javelin I've ever seen. The knights in your court must all be jealous."
"I like where this is going," I say with a smile.
"I'd place my mouth on the tip of your huge cock, basting it with my tongue in a circular motion. Doing this makes me so hungry for you, and I want your manly taste to fill my mouth. I'd lick the entire length of your shaft, and cup your balls in my hand, gently pinching and rolling them in between my fingers."
"And then what would you do?"
"I'd ask you to sit down on your throne while I climb into your lap, naked, wet, and eager. I'd straddle your lap, while you took my breasts into your mouth. With your strong hands grasping my hips, I'd slowly lower myself onto your shaft, feeling the length of your cock fill my pussy. I'd pace myself at first, riding your cock and rocking my hips until my entire body quivered."
"Good, now I want you stand up and bend yourself over my throne because I want to fuck you from behind. I want to grab your ass and feel it in my hands. Are you bent over?"
"Yes. Oh god, I—I can hardly stand it. I can feel your cock, it's so big."
"I feel the weight of your breasts in my hands as I grab onto them, pinching your nipples between my fingers and thrusting into you quicker and quicker," and as I say this, I feel my cock harden, and I walk at a faster pace. I hear my shoes clicking against the city sidewalk—fellow pedestrians are a blur to me, and all I can think about is Ashley. I need to get to her apartment. I look at the street signs and I know I'm getting close. I hear her moaning and breathing heavy on the other end of the phone, her voice now just above a whisper.
"King Henry, I—I—I—oh god, I'm going to cum, I'm—"
"Good, I want you to come for me. Come now. I command it."
Her voice is ragged and labored, and with that, I hear the convulsions in her voice and the gasps and I can picture her body in the throws of climax. I'm now at her apartment and I know that I quickly need to end the call.
"Until next time, my queen," I say, and I hang up before she can respond.
I walked faster than I thought and now I'm finding myself standing in front of her door. I knock. I don't hear her in her apartment. But I know she's home.
I knock again. She's here; that much I know. I mean, I just had her on the phone. An
d then I hear it, the lock on her door is released and it slowly opens. She is standing in the doorway, her face flushed and in the sexiest lingerie I've ever seen in my life. We are both looking at each other, and for the first time, we are both at a loss for words.
53
Ashley
I run to the door as fast as I can, hearing Arsen already knocking for the second time. Crap! I didn’t expect him to get here so fast! I mean, my heart's still racing, and I didn’t even have the time to change. I’m still wearing the lingerie I had on when I was on the phone, a matching set of a deep purple lace bra and thong.
I have just come, talking with Henry on the phone, and I’m still wet from that conversation… And now here he is, Arsen Hawke in the flesh. This time I didn’t even need to text him, telling him I’d be coming over—no, this time he was the one doing the texting, almost as if he could guess I was having one of my private moments with King Henry.
I have no idea how he’d react if he found out I’m into one of my clients, a man I have never even met. Would Arsen be mad? Or would he just shrug it off? Oh, yeah, who am I kidding? What man would shrug off the fact that his rival is a disembodied voice? That would be like a punch in the gut. But none of that matters now… What matters is that my heart's still racing, and that my body is craving something wild and furious.
“Just in time,” I tell him, after an awkward, silent pause. I'm grinning as I reach for him and curl my fingers over his belt; I pull him inside the apartment, shutting the door with the ball of my foot as I go. He follows me with a smile, and that hunger I’ve come to know so well flickering in his eyes. Before I even have the time to gasp, he grabs both my wrists and turns my body around, making me lift my arms over my head as he pins me against the wall.
“Hello again,” he grins, the way his lips curl upward making my insides clench. My eyelids droop as he leans into me, my lips parting as our mouths touch. I run my tongue over his lips, breathing in his scent and allowing desire to take the steering wheel.
Suddenly letting go of my arms, he lets one hand of his fall down to my waist, the other going up my neck as his fingers run free through my hair. He pulls back from me and I open my eyes, locking them on his as I lick my lips with anticipation.
This time I’m the one leaning in, straining against the hold he has on me as our lips touch again. I let my tongue push the way into his mouth, and tilt my head sideways as we kiss in abandonment. My hands are running free over his chest, feeling the hills and valleys of his abdominals as I caress him over the fabric of his white shirt; my fingers go all the way down until they’re stopped by the hem of his pants, and then I just pull on his shirt, untucking it. I take my fingers to his collar and I tug on it as hard as I can, making the buttons pop out as I open my eyes and let them wander over the chiseled muscles on his chest.
Desire raging through my veins, I hurriedly push his shirt down his arms, my fingertips immediately finding the way to his bare chest.
With what sounds like a growl, he yanks on my hair, forcing my head back as his mouth goes to my neck. He lays harsh kisses against my skin, the hand on my waist going around it and over the curve of my ass. A moan climbs up my throat and explodes into the air, my hands going around his body and to his back. I feel his warm skin as my fingers go down, and then I just push my hands underneath his pants, feeling his hard buttocks against my skin.
If I’m being completely honest with you, which I am, trust me , I never once in my life imagined it was possible to feel this kind of crazed lust. I mean, when is too much, too much?
My hands leave his ass and I focus on his belt, unbuckling it and pushing it out of its loops with a quick movement. I waste no time and go straight for his crotch, flattening the palm of my hand against his already hard cock, massaging him over his jeans. I start tracing the contour of his bulging with the tip of my index finger, but I stop suddenly. Screw this, I need to feel him right now!
I unbutton his pants as hard as I can, his cock pulsing against my fingers as I take care of the buttons. He starts kissing my neck harder and, when I’m finally done, starts nibbling at my skin; I flatten my hand again, the only barrier between me and him being his boxer briefs. Well, why wait, right? I hook my fingers on the hem of his underwear and push it down, both his pants and boxers sliding down to his knees.
