“Fuck me, Your Majesty,” I begged and this time, I meant every word. I was too aroused, too far gone with my need and I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted to come for him.
He angled his hips, just pressing the head of his cock against my entrance and my pussy quivered with excitement. I opened my legs even wider and lifted my hips for him, trying to urge him on and he growled in warning.
“Be still, baby girl. You’re going to take all of me, but it’s going to be on my terms at the pace I set. This greedy little pussy is going to take every last inch, but you’re going to be patient or else you’ll find yourself back over my knee and you’ll be left wet and needy instead of well used and sore. Do you understand me?”
Fuck. I was weak for him. Why was I like this?
Every word out of his lips made me tremble with desire. I tried to pull in a shaky breath, but as he stared down at me with possessive intensity, I felt wanted and I liked that. I craved more of that look and I trembled just a little under his gaze. He grasped my chin in his fingers, pressing his palm more firmly against my throat.
“I understand, Your Majesty,” I whispered.
“Good,” he replied, and he thrust himself inside me more aggressively, yet not enough to fill me completely. After that, he pushed into me so painfully slowly that I had difficulty staying still even though that’s what he wanted from me.
He was so big that even though he was entering me like this, it still hurt. My body fought back against him, spasming around his wide girth as he stretched me. With him above me like this, I couldn’t escape his length and I didn’t want to, even though it was painful.
I whimpered and moaned as he slid into me. There was no doubt in my mind that when he was through with me, my pussy would be very well used and sore. My thighs trembled as I thought about what was to come and that’s when he thrust forward hard, seating himself fully inside me. I cried out as my body revolted against his enormous size, but there was no getting away and even though it hurt, I didn’t want to.
I was about to be fucked. His fingers tightened around my chin and my throat, owning me completely in that moment. He pulled his hips back and he pistoned forward into me, claiming my pussy hard in one single smooth motion.
That was only the beginning.
He slid in and out of me, claiming me with his length with incredible force. It was rough and I was left with no doubt that true to his word, this was going to leave me sore for a good long while. My inner walls spasmed around his cock, desperate to take every last inch of him because right now, that was exactly what I needed.
I writhed beneath him, feeling my release build inside me. I could feel it ebbing to life, twisting and turning inside my core, promising to be an orgasm that would be greater and more intense than anything that I had ever experienced before. My spine tingled with the promise of release, racing up and down every nerve as though it was the calm before the storm.
“Oh, god, I’m going to come,” I whispered.
“Not yet, baby girl. You’re going to wait until I give you permission,” he said darkly, the intensity in his chocolate brown eyes boring into mine. I nodded slowly, showing him that I understood and for some strange reason, knowing he would decide when I came for him made hot passionate desire simmer into a growing blaze deep inside me.
My core throbbed, twisting with the soreness he’d painted across my bottom with his palm and the ache he was building up within me.
I needed release. Badly.
His cock pistoned into my pussy roughly. He used my tight pussy as he wanted as I writhed beneath him. I moaned and I knew it was shameful, but my body yearned for the privilege to come for him.
I was burning with it.
My skin tingled with electricity, smoldering with need stronger than I had ever felt in my life. I was insatiable and his cock was driving me closer and closer toward the edge. If he didn’t allow me to come soon, I didn’t know how much longer that I would be able to hold it back before all my walls fell and my orgasm took over me whether I wanted it to or not.
My insides fluttered, unreleased tension swirling inside me and threatening to consume me from the inside out.
I started to beg. I pleaded for permission to come and just when I thought I was about to lose control, he said the words that I so desperately wanted to hear.
“Come for me, baby girl. Come hard for your king,” he demanded.
And I did. I came harder than I ever had in my life.
Piercing ecstasy tore through me from a place so deep inside that I feared that it would rip my soul apart. I keened as pleasure and pain twisted together and rippled through me with a strength that left me reeling. He fucked me hard and I could feel myself squeezing tight around him, milking his cock for every ounce of bliss that he had promised to give me.
He was good, so very, very good.
I had trouble keeping still and his fingers squeezed tighter around my throat, holding me in place as he fucked me as hard as I was meant to be fucked. My inner walls fluttered around him and my nipples hardened into tight little peaks that were stiff, achy, and begging to be touched. With a growl, he released my wrist and gripped my left nipple between his thumb and forefinger. At first, he pinched it lightly and after that, he twisted it more roughly as I came beneath him. I cried out, but at the same time my core pulsed and my orgasm continued, on and on until I thought I was going to shatter into pieces.
“That’s it, baby girl. I want to hear you scream for me,” he murmured into my ear and I moaned with pleasure. He dipped his head and his lips surrounded my nipple, licking and kissing it softly before he bit down on the tender peak.
I keened as sharp pain prickled across my breast, radiating outward and traveling down every nerve until it centered right in between my thighs.
“Please,” I pleaded, unsure of exactly what I was asking for.