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“If you believe your mother didn’t know when to shut up and take a cock, you’re sorely mistaken,” Ryther drawls, leisurely grinding, like he’s not making me lose my fucking mind. “Half the art of ruling is knowing who to fuck, and who to fuck with.”
It occurs to me then: he’s establishing dominance over me now, before the tables turn and I might hold more power than he does. I should be revolted. But the only thing annoying me is the fact that he’s still fully content to fuck my pussy lips, and not enter my damn hole.
I whimper as his angle changes, deepening, but not. I’m only getting the tip, and it’s delicious, but not enough.
Oh, fuck. I lose whatever shred of dignity I had. “Please.”
I can’t help it. Attitude has gotten me nowhere, and Ryther strikes me as the kind of guy who’ll recognize, and accept, defeat.
“Look at you. What pretty manners you have now. What are you pleading for, exactly?”
He’s going to make me spell it out, isn’t he? “Please make me come,” I half huff, half whimper.
I’m rewarded by a hand sliding around my hips and down to my sensitive, overstimulated clit.
I expected him to be much harder to convince.
I arch my back as he takes the bud between two fingers and pinches, bringing a sob, and fresh tears to my eyes. His other hand leaves his cock to slide to my tits. Fuck, he’s so incredibly talented with those long, slender fingers.
He never stops swaying his hips, relying on my clenched thighs to keep his cock between my legs rather than his fist.
“As my future queen commands.”
I should be embarrassed by how fucking quickly he makes me lose it, but I challenge anyone to last half as long, with the tip of his cock pushing right at my folds and his fingers torturing my clit and his hand palming one tit after the other, sliding along my belly, my arm.
I scream. I tremble. I fuckingshake all over, and he keeps fucking my thigh gap through the most intense orgasm of my life.
“So wet and ready for a hard cock filling you, huh?” He chuckles. “By the gods, you’re positively drenching me, aren’t you?”
My face is on fire. I think I’m more humiliated than I was when he spanked me.
Then something happens, distracting me from all anger and mortification; a shift in the air, sweet and tantalizing. Ryther’s hips move faster, and it’s a struggle to keep mine in place, but I’d hate to provoke him and end this delicious air surrounding us.
His cock hits my poor little clit three times again, before he grunts as heat sprays my skin.
And the sweetness is almost unbearable, like a perfume too strong, until I inhale it, claiming it for my own.
Then it disappears.
And I’ve never felt better.
I’ve never feltstronger.
“Did I just…” I don’t want to say it, but I need answers. I twist around to face him. “Did Ifeedon your orgasm?”
“And I, on yours.”
Then he straightens me up and lets go of my neck, before taking a step back into the pool.
I’ve never done anything like this before, I’m sure of it.
“Thank you. You’re quite delicious, too—though I haven’t had a chance to fuck that pretty pussy yet.” He smirks, leaning in. “Next time, rather than poorly attempting your hand at manipulation, you could always try asking.”
I want tostranglehim. I would if I had the strength to move.
Unbothered, Ryther lowers himself, head back again. “I do enjoy a good bath, don’t you?”
It’s a miracle he’s lived for so long without anyone murdering him.
