I was a dirty girl. I knew that now.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured, and my heart catapulted in my chest. His pelvis pulled back and slapped hard against my ass, brutally reminding me of the sting of his palm against my bared flesh. My bottom was still sore and as he thrust into me, thoughts of him turning me over his knee and punishing me with a spanking flooded over me. I grew even hotter.
I moaned. I crie
d. I mewled with need.
Then his finger started to move. It pressed in and out of my bottom and I lost every single ounce of control that I had held onto.
“Oh, god. Please. Fuck me,” I begged, and he did. He took me hard, his finger taking my bottom as roughly as he pleased, and I came undone.
I broke beneath him, coming in front of everyone watching because I no longer had a choice. My pussy quivered around his cock and I came so hard that I choked back a sob.
My fucking didn’t stop after I came. In fact, it only got rougher. Harder. He gripped the hair at the back of my scalp and wrenched my head up, putting me on display as he made me come on his cock over and over for everyone watching. Pain blossomed across the back of my head as he pulled my hair and I fell apart even harder.
I came again. And again. I came so many times that I lost count and I came some more. He’d taken me and rendered into senseless mess of insatiable need in order to teach me my place. My legs shook and my body went numb and still, he didn’t stop.
“Not yet, baby girl. You’re going to keep coming for me until there’s tears running down those pretty little cheeks. I want everyone to see you break for me,” he demanded.
My pussy tightened and I screamed as another orgasm shattered me into pieces.
He took his thumb from my bottom and replaced it with two fingers. A fresh wave of pain rolled over me and I keened in front of everyone. His hand in my hair pulled taut and I met the eyes of a number of people watching and cheering him on. I blushed hard, but at the same time, another orgasm wrenched through me with even more power than all the others.
His cock powered into me with vigor and I arched into him, giving him easier and deeper access to my body. I shivered, feeling another orgasm building even after everything I’d already taken from him.
I started to fear each subsequent orgasm. Each one was a reminder that I didn’t control what my body did anymore. Matteo did. He owned every painful orgasm and as the next one built inside me, threatening and menacing in what it promised, my breath hitched in the back of my throat. I tried to draw in a breath and hold myself together, but I couldn’t. I was gone.
The very first tear traced down my cheek and then they began to fall in spades. I sobbed through the next orgasm, screaming as I broke apart with him claiming my tight holes. I was so full, so heated with desire and then my release sliced through me like a hot knife through butter.
I broke for him, in front of his subjects and beneath him with his cock in my pussy and his fingers in my ass. I drowned in pleasurable bliss, all while I sobbed through every last aching second of it. I screamed. I cried and I took every last thing he gave me because he wanted me to take it.
I’d never come so hard in my life.
When my orgasm finally faded, his hand released my hair and curled around my neck. His fingers pulled free of my ass and he lifted me up so that my back pressed against his chest. He held me close, his grip possessive around my throat as I cried and caught my breath.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured, only this time his voice was only loud enough for me to hear. He wasn’t talking to the crowd anymore. He was only speaking for me.
“There’s one last thing you’re going to do for me before I allow you to rest,” he instructed sternly and I stilled, sniffling back my tears as I listened carefully to him.
“You’re going to kneel for me. Then, you’re going to ask for the privilege of cleaning off my cock. Do you understand?” he said, his voice sure and steady.
I hesitated. I wasn’t very experienced in taking a man in my mouth. I didn’t know the proper way to pleasure a man that way and I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about it yet.
“If you don’t ask me, baby girl, you’re going to find out how it feels to have that pretty little bottom fucked just as hard as your very wet and sore little pussy was. Do you really want to test me?” he asked, as he dragged his thumb along my lip.
I shook my head. I didn’t want to test him. I didn’t know if I could handle anymore.
I swallowed heavily and whimpered before the shameful words left my lips.
“May I clean off your cock, Your Majesty?” I begged, feeling a flush of shame overtake my features. My voice had been loud enough that the crowd had definitely heard me, and my blush deepened. He didn’t say anything. He just silently pulled free from my pussy and took my fingers within his. Carefully, he helped me down to my knees and when I was situated, I looked up at him.
“That’s a good girl. Show your king how much you’ve learned your lesson with that pretty little mouth,” he murmured.
Tentatively, I dropped my gaze to his cock and shivered when I saw the evidence of my arousal all over his firm length. His velvet softness shone with it and I hesitantly reached out to touch it. He was so very hard and so large up close that I bit my lip nervously, wondering how I was going to fit all of him in my mouth.
I wasn’t naïve. I knew he’d probably take my mouth just as roughly as he’d taken the rest of me. I also realized that this was probably going to hurt too.
He was putting on a show. He was making an example of me in front of his people. I’d been disobedient and if what he said was true, he was their king and he wasn’t one to be trifled with.