In that moment, he showed me that I didn’t have any control, that he could take it whenever and wherever he liked.
That made me want to come.
Hard.
He pinched my clit roughly and the first orgasm of three took hold of me. White-hot ecstasy streamed over me like the sun or maybe even the stars, consuming me completely. I was no longer aware of the sound of the screams leaving my body or the shameful way I was writhing over the table while the crowd watched.
I lay there, taking everything the king demanded of me and I lost myself. I lost my dignity and I found incredible pain and mind-numbing pleasure as a direct result.
One orgasm bled into another and as the next took ahold of me, my eyes rolled back into my head. I panicked for a fraction of a second as I felt it coming, knowing that once it crashed over me, it was going to be harder than the last. That single moment of fear forced me over the precipice into an endless abyss of pleasure that devoured me whole.
I screamed. I cried. I sobbed.
I was hardly even aware of the tears dripping down my cheeks. They didn’t matter. The only thing that did was the pain and pleasure that was my everything.
I quaked with the intensity of it, thankful for the table beneath me as I lost all control of my legs and the rest of my body. My thighs trembled hard and as my second orgasm started to fall back, the third and last one came hard and far more quickly than I was prepared for.
It promised agony, pleasure, and destruction. What I didn’t expect was the sheer devastation of the deepest parts of my soul.
It rose like a storm inside me, swirling around in my veins and making my heart beat so hard that I feared that it might burst out of my chest. I shook and sobbed and writhed, feeling my inner walls squeeze tight around the ginger inside both my pussy and my bottom. The root was scalding hot, but so was my orgasm.
I broke, everything in me obliterated by his palm, his strap, and the ginger.
When my orgasm finally began to ebb away, I sagged against the table. The pleasure faded, but the pain remained. My pussy burned hot, the juices from the ginger dripping against my wet folds. He took it out from my entrance and dragged it along all of me, ensuring that my clit was thoroughly covered with it too.
Then he placed the root on the table next to me.
My pussy still felt scalding hot and I slowly came to the realization that the punishment wasn’t over. If anything, it hurt even more now that I’d come so hard for him in front of everyone else. I whimpered and tried to hold back my tears, but the ginger continued to hurt long after it stopped pressing in and out of my pussy.
I sniffled back my cries, still unable to stop myself from writhing over the table.
“Have you learned your lesson, baby girl?”
I sobbed hard.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” I whispered.
“Will you ever disrespect your king in front of the court again?”
“No, Your Majesty,” I moaned.
“Good. Now take my hand, baby girl, and get down on your knees,” he demanded.
There wasn’t an ounce of disobedience left in my body. I forced my weak body off the table, whimpering as my muscles protested every last movement. He saw me struggle and took a hold of my arm, using his strength to lift me up. In all his cruelty, I saw his gentleness then and my heart beat only for him. I tried to hold back a sob and failed.
“Shh. Slowly, baby girl. Take your time,” he murmured, taking my other hand in his. I shook for a moment
before I found the strength to lower myself to the floor on top of the soft fabric of my dress. One knee and then the other. I sagged against him, using his thighs as a brace.
I sucked in a breath, fighting to cope with the fiery sensations between my legs. I gazed back up at him and finally sat back on my heels when I’d slowed my tears, waiting for him to take the lead.
He unclasped his black leather belt and slowly slid it open. He unbuttoned his slacks and freed his cock. My mouth watered as I saw how unbelievably hard he was for me.
He carefully pushed my hair to the side, exposing my neck gently. His fingers traced along my skin and I swallowed, gathering myself even as my punishment continued to burn hot between my legs.
He lifted my chin and I opened my mouth as he pushed forward, taking charge of me.
“Show me how sorry you are, baby girl. If you do a very good job, I’ll take the ginger out of your little bottom and wash the juice off of your sore little pussy,” he said darkly.