“Then fucking beg me for it.”
Valeria swallowed, a nervous gulp.
“Please let me have your cock, my king. Let me show you. Let me serve you.”
Goddamn. She knew my sweet spots and how to push them.
Obedience. Fear. Pleasure. Servitude.
“Such a good little girl,” I growled, increasing the pressure on the blade.
I pressed the tip of the knife against her thigh and drew it upward so that it tugged at the fabric. Teasing her, tempting her, making her wonder what the fuck was going to happen next. Her breathing quickened as I stepped closer, licking a line up her pretty neck, letting her feel my stubble against her flesh. And all the while increasing the pressure of the blade.
“Know what that is?” I asked her.
She furrowed her brows, then shook her head. “I don’t think so…”
“Yes or no?” I growled against her pretty little ear.
She smelled fucking amazing. As I breathed her in, my cock grew painfully hard in my pants. I embraced that ache. The harder my dick, the harder the fuck. She was in for the ride of her goddamned life tonight.
“No,” she gasped.
“Part your legs,” I told her. “Wide enough to spread yourself.”
She obeyed immediately, without question. Glancing down, I saw her bare feet peeking out from the hem of her dress.
When they were shoulders’ width apart, I reached out and gripped her throat, drawing her jaw up slightly to keep her neck taut and her back rigid.
I fucking loved that, the way she looked in that instant, when she felt my grip against her throat. The way her breathing changed, the way her lips tightened and her nostrils flared. Primal fear in the palm of my hand.
Still gripping my knife, I rotated it so that the blade faced downward. With the back of my hand, I pushed against her pubic bone, sliding my wrist down until I had put pressure against her clit. Her quick inhalation of surprise told me what I already knew. I’d have been able to find my way to her pussy no matter what, no matter when. I rubbed my knuckle against her, making her moan a little, misdirecting her from what I was about to do.
In one quick slash, I plunged the knife into the gap between her legs and cut a slit through her wedding gown. She gasped in surprise, and then melted into me as I slid two fingers inside her.
“A knife,” she moaned. “That was a knife.”
Not just any fucking knife.
“This is the knife,” I said. “The one you held to my throat, Princess.”
She smiled and bit her tongue. She adored that word, so I used it sparingly. But seeing her smile made me fucking smile, too.
“You loved that,” she said.
I flicked my fingers against her opening, making her pussy squelch with its own wetness—such a juicy, dirty, beautiful sound.
“Feels like I’m not the only one.”
Without warning, I penetrated her hard with my fingers, letting the blade handle grind against her clit, and then yanked my hand from the gap in her skirt, seized her by the back of the neck, turned her around, and bent her over the balcony where we stood. With quick, precise slices of the blade, I cut the ribbons of her corset. I tossed it aside and then sliced off her skirt, as well as her panties and underthings, shredding it all until she stood there in front of me, naked, panting, with her dripping-wet pussy inviting me inside.
Kneeling behind her, I ate her out from behind, burying my face in her sweet ass and plunging my tongue into her cunt. Once I felt her relax into it, I stopped and stepped away. She began to straighten up, but I clicked my tongue at her, same as I would do to correct my mare.
In response to the correction, she nodded, gripping the railing and letting her gorgeous honey-colored hair fall down between her outstretched arms.
With my foot, I dragged a chair away from the big table near where she stood. Sitting down, I took my glass of champagne and took her in.
My wife, Princess Valeria Valentine-Greengallow, standing in front of me, buck naked in front of the ocean, with her pink pussy spread. I might not be an actual king, but I was pretty motherfucking close right then and there.
“Turn around,” I told her. “Look at me.”
She did as she was asked, opening her eyes for the first time since we arrived. Her glance darted side to side and she smiled, a little confused.
“Where are we? I could smell the sea and I knew it was warm, but…”
“All yours,” I said, parting my legs to give my aching balls and cock a little more room. “When the winters get too tough, we’ll come down here.”
Her mouth dropped open as she glanced around the big room. “This whole place? Is ours?”