“Yes, please,” I whispered.
“Are you sure? Are you really ready?” he pressed.
I trembled, feeling my thighs begin to quiver with need.
“Beg me for the privilege of orgasm. Beg your king to let you come,” he demanded.
I melted. I did exactly what he wanted.
“Please, sir. Please let me come. I can’t. Oh, please,” I begged. I pleaded for the privilege and then I did something more shameful than I could have ever thought myself capable of. I begged him for his seed.
“Please, let me come for you, Your Majesty. Mark my little pussy with your seed, my king,” I pleaded, and I could feel myself blushing even as the words fell off my lips. I was thankful that I wasn’t looking into his eyes because I had a feeling that my blush would be even worse than it already was.
He roared and fucked me even harder.
“Come, little girl. Come hard all over my cock while I mark you as mine,” he growled.
I lost myself, feeling his grip tighten so hard on the back of my neck that I cried out in pain even as the white-hot bliss of orgasm ravaged me from within. I couldn’t control my passionate need and I didn’t even try. My heart pumped hard in my chest, its erratic beat forcing the blood to rush through my veins. My skin felt scalding hot and the fire within me blazed as my pleasure obliterated any semblance of rational thought left in my mind.
He groaned and his seed burst hot inside me, one spurt after another marking me as his. The feeling of his pleasure inside me made my orgasm rage on and I wondered if it would ever end. His cum was hot and as he came inside me, my inner walls milked him for every last drop. My body demanded it.
There was seemingly no end to the ecstasy that consumed me and even as I feared it, I still used my fingers to make it last on and on.
Eventually, my orgasm did fade though and as it slowly ebbed away, Matteo pushed in and out of me slowly just because he could. The sound of his gentle fucking was wet and noisy and so shameful that I groaned with it.
“Dirty little girl, aren’t you?”
I could only hum with my answer. My entire body throbbed from the multiple orgasms he’d forced from me. I was deeply satisfied, and a languid feeling came over me. He pulled his cock free from me and gathered me in his arms.
Just like he’d promised, I could feel his seed dripping down onto my thighs. The thing that surprised me was I liked how it felt. It was naughty and filthy and incredibly dirty, but I didn’t care. It reminded me of him and that was a powerful feeling that I held onto.
He wrapped me in a blanket I hadn’t noticed was lying close by and pulled me onto his lap. He’d already put himself back together and now he was taking care of me.
His arms were gentle and warm and incredibly strong. I curled into his embrace, enjoying the sound of his beating heart against my ear as the two of us enjoyed the aftermath of such a spontaneous union.
“You came very hard for me when I told you that I intend to take your little bottom myself, baby girl,” he whispered, and my heated blush graced my cheeks once more.
“Yes,” I whispered, knowing he expected an answer. I hid my face in his shoulder and he chuckled knowingly.
“One day, you’re going to ask me for it, baby girl. I’m going to look forward to it,” he said confidently, and I curled into him even more.
I didn’t want to believe his words. I should be afraid of being taken that way, but I wasn’t. Instead, I was afraid that he might be right.
Chapter Eight
Matteo Giovanni Santaro
I held Isabella in my arms for a long time. I didn’t rush her to leave the lingerie store, not that it mattered because no one would come here while I was still inside. Instead, I enjoyed her obvious contentment and when she was ready, she climbed out of my lap and shakily reached for the panty set that I requested she wear.
“May I dress now?” she asked. She fingered the delicate lace and looked up at me while she waited for me to respond.
She was so adorably cute when she was asking permission like this. Her lower lip pouted just the slightest bit and her eyes sparkled, almost as if she was contemplating doing it anyway even if I denied her. She was a feisty little thing, begging to be tamed and put in her place over and over again in my bed. And over my knee.
I’d only known her a short time, but already I wanted to keep her as mine. Her body fit perfectly against my chest, especially when I wound my arm around her waist. It was as if she was made for me.
I couldn’t force her to stay with me though. Tonight, I was going to tell her everything and I’d give her a choice. Either she was to stay with me, or she would be free to leave. She would always be welcome to return though. One way or another, I would force myself to tell her what she needed to know by the end of the day.
If I really want to make her mine, I had to set her free. If she wanted to be mine, she would come back to me in the end.