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That was everything.
Already Ren looked far more relaxed than he had when we’d started, his shoulders looser and his smile shining through more freely. It had been a difficult few months establishing himself as Quareh’s ruler and all the headaches that came with it: the gender law reform, the political pushback, the upholding of all the promises he’d made to win the crown. He’d only slept when I forced him to bed, only ate when Camila or I demanded it, and I’d even caught him the other day about to take citizen appearances with his hair unbrushed.
Ren. Unbrushed.Hair.
If he wanted this from me, I’d give it to him. I just didn’t think, with the pain being so much more intense than anything we’d ever played with before, that I’d be able to enjoy it like he could.
And no Blessed wonder, considering all he probably had to endure was a sore wrist from being such a ruthless bastard to my back. And ass, and chest, and everywhere else he’d laid claim to me.
I frowned as he returned, unable to see what he’d palmed from the drawer. My imagination raced, and my breaths accelerated as the fear took over and-
“Nat,” Ren said gently, and the way he was always mixing up my names with no regard for what he was calling me from one sentence to the next, pulled a breathless laugh from my raw throat.
“What’s that?” I croaked out, thankful he’d calmed my breathing but fearing I would return to hyperventilating when he finally unclenched his fist to show me what he held.
But he didn’t, just offering up a lazy smile instead.
“Nothing you need concern yourself with,” the king said and laid the tip of the cane under my chin, forcing it up.
“I rather doubt that.”
“I rather don’t care. Eyes front.”
I turned my head away before he did it for me, my ears straining for movement.
And even though I’d been expecting the stinging strike, it still came as a surprise as it landed across my ass and drew another snarled hiss from my lips. My hands twisted in the ropes.
“Uno,” Ren said, counting the first blow, but he didn’t land the second immediately.
There was a suspicious pause, and then the feeling of something pressing against my entrance made me jump.
“Relax,mi amor,” Ren said from behind me, amusement in his voice. “I know, that’s like telling water not to be wet. But it’s just my fingers.Thistime.”
They were slick and cool, and he managed to slide one in as I exhaled at the realisation that all he’d been holding was oil.
A moan shuddered through me, my body already so sensitive and tender from everything he’d done to it, and the sensation of his finger inside me felt accentuated a hundred times over as he moved it in gentle, shallow strokes.
“Mierda, that feels perfect,” Ren whispered, and I murmured my agreement despite the situation I found myself in.
“Would you like me to forget the cane and go straight to fucking you?” he offered.
“Da.Yes,” I begged, but the king just gave a low, sly chuckle.
“I’m sure you would.”
He moved deeper, the tip of his finger grazing against my prostate.
Pleasure built inside me, my cock dripping pre-cum onto the floor, and by the Blessed Five this washeavenly, and I could forget everything else that was going on as long as he didn’t remove that finger-
And because he was fuckingRen, he removed it.
Another blaze of pain shot across my ass, the same ass that he’d been delivering such pleasure to a moment before, and the contradiction of it all took my breath away.
And then his hands were back on me, his finger restored to its rightful place, and I couldn’t sort out what was nice and what was painful and what was good and what was bad and what wasplease, stopand what wasplease, more.
“Dos.That’s it, Mat, take it.”
He was deeper now, explorative and curious, and I moaned at the sensation as it lit me up from the inside. Ren pumped his hand twice before stealing it away once more, and I didn’t even have time to brace myself before the third strike of the cane landed across the same fucking line as before.
