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We stared at each other, breathing hard, and I saw lust and gratification simmer in his gaze as he held me in place.
“Well? Your mouth is still working, even if the rest of you better stay still if it doesn’t want to feel the kiss of my cane. Ask me, brat, or I’ll leave you unsatisfied all day.”
I scowled. “You’re a complete asshole, you know that?”
Ren pulled on my hair harder, bringing the threat of tears to my eyes.
“I have been told once or twice,” the king agreed with impossible morning cheer. “Mostly by you.”
“Fine,” I said begrudgingly. “Please...”
“Waiting. Listening.” He brought his face down close to mine so our breaths entwined. “Listeningvery intently, Nathanael.”
“Please let me come,” I muttered quickly, quietly, trying to ignore how much those words turned me on and made everything hurt so much more beautifully.
And because my lover knew me far too well, there was a glint of amusement in his eyes that told me Ren didn’t need to have Dima’s magical mind-reading gift of the Hearken to have understood that.
“I could let you come,” he murmured, running his tongue roughly over my jaw and chin to coat them in saliva while I could do nothing but sit still and take it. “Or I couldmakeyou.”
“Yes. Please.”
Ren’s eyes shone. “But it would be on my terms. And maybe what I want right now is to drag you downstairs and fuck you in front of the whole court,” he mused. “Tear off your clothes and have everyone watch as I rail you over the nearest table.”
I shivered. He licked my cheeks and up the bridge of my nose.
“Imagine all those people getting to see you stroking that pretty cock of yours while I take you from behind.”
I closed my eyes and Ren took the opportunity to run his tongue across my eyelids.
“Wouldn’t you like that,mi amor,being spread by your king for everyone to see? For them to hear your moans – yes, just like that, Mathias – when I come inside you?”
Ren finished his ministrations, pulling my head down so he could lick along my hairline. “And when my cum is dripping down between your legs, do you know what I’m going to do then?”
I couldn’t answer. I’d lost all ability to speak, his obscene words sending my cock into painful, straining desperation, my blood pounding and my skin heated to a supernova. It was an absurd fantasy that I’d never wish to make real and he knew it, but fuck, I adored hearing him talk like this, feeling turned on and wild and utterly at his mercy. And I loved how my husbandpushed me with ideas I would never have considered myself in a thousand lifetimes, exploring both of our limits of pleasure and depravity.
Ren blew softly on my face, and the cool air against the saliva-coated skin made everything feel overly sensitive. I twitched in his grip.
And then he let go of my hair, slipping down to the floor to settle himself on his knees between my parted legs.
“Something very much like this,” he told me in a soft whisper, wrapping his hand around my impossibly hard cock that was more than ready for the king’s wicked tongue. “They will watch me ruin you, Nat, see the way your mouth tightens and your eyes widen as you come. They will all be so jealous of me in getting to touch you, totasteyou, that I expect I will have three attempts on my life before the end of the day.”
I tried to give that ridiculous statement an undignified snort, but it turned into a kind of choking gasp as he kitten-licked around my crown.
“Oh and I hate repeating my threats, darling, but seeing as you’re so far gone already, it would only be fair,” Ren added, pulling off and staring up at me. Rich brown eyes crinkled in delighted indulgence. “Any inch of you that moves before I’m done with you will be subjected to my cane, and I’m really not inclined to be gentle if you disobey. Do you understand?”
I could only whimper.
“Mat?”
I heaved in a shaky breath. “I understand.”
And then when Ren gave a satisfied little noise and wrapped his lips around my cock once more, I grabbed a fistful of thatluscious dark hair and forced the king’s head down, driving myself to the back of his throat.
Ren started, his eyes flickering up to mine with murderous intent. Knowing I was ensuring my own painful death and not giving a fuck because this wasdivine, I held firm, controlling how much my husband took and was forced to take, relishing his look of indignation and memorising it to recall when I was paying for it later.
He bore the thrusts stoically, letting me fuck his mouth without tapping out, and the soft vibrations around my cock told me that I wasn’t the only one moaning.
I made sure to work him over properly, giving him no relief other than the transitions between hard and gentle, fast and slow, and carefully using up the remainder of our free time together to ensure that he wouldn’t be able to carry out any resulting punishment until the end of the day.
