God.
Po stiffened, and John slipped onto the bed beside her, his fingers tangling in her hair as he burrowed his face into her hair and nipped at her neck. Not hard though. Nowhere near hard enough. And still she could not say it. But she turned onto her side and felt him slip into place behind her, spooning.
His arm wrapped over her, and he cradled his palm over her breast. With glancing touches he taunted her rigid nipple. “I can tease you forever, but I want permission, and…” He chuckled. “I really fucking want to hear you beg for it.”
“Damn you.” She could feel his hardness against her. The pulse in her pussy was maddening. “Princesses don’t beg.”
With finger and thumb, he squeezed her nipple, and she stopped breathing, heard herself moan.
“What was that? Shall I leave?” He kissed her hair. “Perhaps I should—”
“No!” Her words choked her. “No. Please. Don’t leave.” A tear tracked from one eye then another lipped her nose and ran into her lower eye. “I need you.”
“More. Say it.” His finger and thumb were squeezing harder by the second, and it preoccupied her to the extent that she loosened her hand and reached up to cup his hand where he hurt her, pleasured her. She traced a finger over the tendons and bones beneath his skin. She arched into that hand, and he replied by shoving his cock at her ass.
He was clothed, though. It was not enough. It never would be like this.
“What do you want?”
“You. Inside me. Please.”
At that he rose on his elbow above her. He pulled off his dark spectacles, revealing the flame in his eyes. As before, the thrill of being this close to a man that fearsome rippled through her. He turned her onto her back then placed his hand beneath her jaw. His eyes were inquisitive, demanding. “I won’t often be gentle. I will expect to take you when I want. You can always deny me, and I will stop, but if you do I may never touch you again. I want to tie you up, hold you down, spank you when you’re bad. And when you’re good, I want to hurt you until you come.”
His mouth curved in a cruel smile. His hand slipped to her neck, and he anchored her to the bed with that hold, and her mouth opened as if to inhale what he did, to breathe him in, her lustful demon-god of sex with the eyes of fire.
He sat up and pulled the front and the sleeves of her nightshift down to her waist. He found her breasts and played with her there until she was ready to curse him, and she grabbed at his wrists—which did her no good at all.
Ignoring the pull of her hands on him, he stilled. “I want to fuck you as I would my whore who is a princess, and a princess who is my whore.”
He twisted his hands from beneath hers, took her wrists and easily pushed them to the pillow either side of her head, though she struggled against him just enough to remind herself of his strength.
Considering she had not even had true sex, that was a whole mouthful of wants, but he mesmerized her. This must be good—to make her thrum with the potency of sex, to make lust run in her veins, as if this moment was the pinnacle of her life, to feel so drawn to him doing anything to her.
This was not true love, though.
True love could go fuck itself today.
He inserted his knee and forced her thighs apart. Once his other knee was there also, he leaned over her and pushed his hardness against her, exactly where it should be. Ground it into her. She let her eyelids fall low.
Heat rose inside her. This craving could be denied no longer.
Her heart thump-thumped through the next torrid seconds then she whispered a “Yes.” And she tried to shove herself at him, only to find his weight and muscles thoroughly held her down.
“I heard a yes, princess. To all I said?”
She licked her lips, fascinated by this man above her, by his eyes, those heavy lips, by the feel and scent of him everywhere, by his hands crushing her wrists to the pillow. “Yes. To everything.”
“Good girl.”
Then he freed his cock from his pants, letting it stick out through the fly, and he lowered himself and slipped it between her legs. The feel as he thrust himself along her there, teasing at her entrance, had her crying out.
John lowered his body and lay on her, his face inches away, his mouth touching hers in kisses now and then, and he kept thrusting slowly, teasing, until at last… at last, she felt the head of his cock probe at her, opening her.
“Let’s see if I fit in your virgin cunt.”
The sun must have risen more, people would be stirring, and she was having a cock slowly forced inside her.
Far… toooo slowly.
She spread her legs, opening herself. His mouth almost smiling, intent on her. The inherent cruelty in making her widen for a cock that was feeling larger than any should be, had her gaping at the hurt in her flesh, then at the blossoming pleasure. She sobbed again, as he slid further, further, then bottomed out, his body flush against hers. His breath was hers, his skin merging. They were one creature.
Awe existed. And that ever-present need for more of him.
“Move,” she whispered.
John chuckled. “In my own time.” He devoured her mouth, engulfing her in his lips, tongue invading, and she was not sure if she could remember how to breathe.
A man was inside her.
Then he withdrew and thrust into her again, and began a rhythm that sent her ascending to
