He grabbed my hips hard as I pressed my pussy against his cock, writhing, moaning, laughing as I pinned it between my body and his lower abdomen.
“You’re mine,” he said, gripping me hard. “That hasn’t changed. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to defile my future queen. Fucking you would be treason.”
I laughed. “You’ve already fucked me, your fate is sealed.” Shifting my hips around his pelvis, I gave him ample chance to enter me, but he only maneuvered his cock away from my opening. I wasn’t going to stand for it.
And so, I flattened my hand, drew it back, and connected with his cheek in a stinging slap. “Obey me.”
He thrust me off of him and got me on my knees, fire blazing in his eyes and the thrum of adrenaline rushed through my veins in heated pulses.
He returned my slap with a fistful of stinging slaps to my rear cheeks. His physical strength startled me and in turn inspired a rush of wetness that made him growl when he touched it. With his erection between my legs from behind, his shaft sliding against my sex, he enveloped my body with his.
He placed his hand on my throat, hard enough that I could feel my pulse against his palm. I wanted him inside me so badly it made me whimper. I tried to guide him to my throbbing slit, but he tightened his grip on my throat and drew my face back closer to his.
With his lips right up against my ear, he said, “Before I give you the gift of my cock, let’s get one fucking thing straight, princess. You obey me. Not the other way around.”
Bors
I bit the curve of her ear, hard enough to make her gasp. I could tell she liked that sting of pain from the way her pussy poured out its juices onto every thick inch of me.
While I had her on her knees, my hand on her throat, I felt her body rise up from behind. I wasn’t gentle and I wasn’t soft. With my free hand, I gripped her tit like a handle on an unsteady ship, and rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger
Moving back down again, I slid my palm over her belly, her pubic bone, and then made a V with my first and second fingers to part her hidden lips.
With every gesture, I told her she was all fucking mine. I treated her like the possession that she was, and I made her know, made her feel, that every fucking perfect inch of her belonged to me. The fantasy of defiling my future queen drove me mad, but in my hands, she wasn’t fucking royalty. She was my whore, my cum vessel, the love of my fucking life.
Still with one hand against her throat, her slight coughs and gasps for air turned me on more than they should, so I tightened my grip on her windpipe. With my other hand I pressed the shaft of my dick against her slit and clit-fucked her with slow, intense strokes.
“What do you want more than anything right now?” I growled into her ear.
She purred and I felt the vibrations of her breath against my palm.
“Your cock inside me.”
I smiled to myself as I ground my cock against her clit, so that my balls tickled the sides of her inner thighs. Her predictability was fucking adorable.
“Tough shit, your highness. I’m calling the shots tonight.”
She bucked against that a little, and I held back my inner chuckle at the knowledge that I’d already spoiled her for anyone else. She’d make a damned fine queen one day, stubborn as she was. But I was and would always be stronger than her. It was my fucking duty to prove it, and to keep proving it, so that she would know where she belonged. Where she was safe.
I took a handful of her gorgeous hair in my fist and drew it back. It made the most beautiful arch of her body in the firelight. Her ass was high, her waist was low, her shoulders were lifted. She’d never looked more fuckable.
Just as I started to feel her get comfortable on her knees, I flipped her onto the blankets on the forest floor, the fire glinting in her eyes. I sat back on my heels, pulling her legs high, the gripped her waist and dragged her toward my dick. Once she was in position, splayed and ready, I slapped my iron hard cock against her wetness. Then I dipped the head just inside her opening to lubricate it and slid it over her clit. She gazed up into my face with so much fucking adoration it damn near took my breath away, but not for long.
Once I had given myself a few long strokes against her, I took her hand and put it around my cock. He grip wasn’t nearly as strong as mine, but her tentativeness was a fucking turn-on all the same.