“Althea is waiting for me,” I moan, unable to stop myself from grinding against his hardening cock.
“She’ll be fine. I need you and I can’t wait any longer.” His mouth crashes onto mine, his tongue snaking in, immediately tangling with my own. Fingers untwist from mine as he reaches into my night shorts and underwear, his fingers skimming over my smooth mound. “Undo my belt,” he commands, and I scramble for the metal buckle, unlatching it as he continues to touch and kiss me.
Once it’s undone, he removes his hand and slips the leather through the loops with a whooshing hiss. He drops the belt beside us on the bed, but instead of undoing his pants as I expect him to, he rips my nightshirt up and over my head. His mouth comes down biting and sucking on my hard nipple justbefore he tosses me down on the bed. My shorts hit the floor, and he hovers over me, the belt back in his hand.
“You have no idea how badly I want to spank your pussy with this,” he tells me, and heat shoots through me. I don’t know if that’s painful or pleasurable, but the fierce look in his eyes is what has me so enraptured. “I want to mark every inch of your skin and then tie you up and keep you locked in my room. I’m wild for you, Bellamy. You’ve turned my world upside down and righted it at the same time.”
His hand holding the belt locks around my throat, the leather digging into my flesh as his other hand finally goes for his button and zipper. Only in the last second before he frees himself, he loops the belt around my neck without latching it and lowers himself until his face is between my spread legs.
“Sebastian,” I cry as he wraps the end of the belt around his fist, cinching the leather tighter without cutting off my air. His teeth sink into the flesh of one of my thighs, and I cry out again, this time a little louder, and he tugs the belt to cut me off. My eyes roll back in my head as he licks a circle around my opening.
Another bite to the other thigh, and then his fingers are inside me, pumping in and out as he nibbles and sucks on my thighs, marking me as he said he wanted to. With the belt around my neck, my ability to breathe at his mercy, he devours my pussy and skin. I feel claimed. Collared and owned. He’s possessing me and unafraid to let everyone who sees me after this know I’m his.
There is no way my neck won’t bear his brand.
My inner thighs sure as hell will.
He sucks on my clit, pulling ever so slightly on the belt, and I emit a strangled gasp. Adrenaline and endorphins race through my veins, a euphoric cocktail that has me thrashing around on my bed, grasping at his hair and pulling him tighter into me. I should care about all of this. About what he’s doingand why he’s doing it, but I can’t. All rational thought has fled my mind, and it’s just us, here, now, and nothing else.
The tip of his tongue swirls around and around my clit as his fingers rub inside of me, coated with my leaking arousal. Higher and higher he builds me, relentless as he eats me out and finger fucks me until the point where blackness shivers along my periphery and silver stars dance across my vision. His mouth covers me, his tongue and lips and teeth feasting, and I shatter. Detonate. Pleasure skyrockets up my spine and rushes across my body. My mind is light and heavy at the same time.
A rush of air passes into my lungs as the belt is suddenly removed, but before I can adjust to the lack of pressure there, he smacks my pussy with the leather end of the belt. A sharpthwackthat has me gasping and jolting. I don’t get the chance to react as on my next breath, his heavy, thick cock slams into me, and my body arches. A scream rips from me, but he’s there, covering and consuming the sound with his mouth as he starts to pound me.
And just as he loves the sounds I make, telling me he wants more of them, wishing I didn’t have to hold them in, I can’t get enough of his. Groans and grunts, my soul awakening at how undone this man becomes at my touch.
As he loses himself inside of me.
He’s covered in sweat and so am I, our mouths fused, licking and nipping and sloppily kissing. My thighs tremble as my heels dig into the muscles of his ass. I’m barely hanging on. My hands are pushed into the wood of my headboard, so my head doesn’t bash into it with the power of his thrusts.
I’m his to do with as he pleases and he’s letting me know it, holding nothing of himself back.
“You’re going to come again,” he tells me. “So hard you’ll have to bite me to stop yourself from screaming, or the whole palace will know what your king is doing to you.”
“Fuck. Yes. Please.” I make a begging noise deep in the backof my throat, my eyes in the back of my head. “Please, Your Majesty.”
“You’re drenching me. I’m going to smell like your cunt all day. All through my meetings. As I shake hands with your pussy still on them.”
His lips suck on my neck, licking over my raw skin where the belt was as he continues to drive into me. I feel him pull away, staring down at where we’re connected. For a few minutes he watches himself fuck me, and I’m too drugged on him to do much else other than lie here and take what he’s giving me.
“Look at this. Look at you gripping me like a fist. You like how my cock makes you feel?”
“Yes,” I moan.
He smacks my clit and I cry out, a vibration and buzzing shooting through my body and straight into my core where he’s fucking me. It’s painful, but it’s also the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt. He does it again and again. Three smacks straight to my clit and I’m dying. So close to coming I can’t think about anything else.
“Mine, Bellamy. This cunt, this body, this heart, this mouth, this mind. All fucking mine.”
I love his beautiful heart, but I’m obsessed with his brutal possession. Maybe it’s barbaric in a caveman way, but it’s exactly what I need. What I crave from him. He makes me feel safe and grounded and alive and connected and worshiped and loved. God, the way he loves me.
“More,” I beg, wanting us both to tumble over this abyss straight into darkness. “Please, more.”
He shoves two fingers into my mouth that I reflexively suck only they’re gone just as fast as he uses them to smack my clit. I pulse.Throb. My back arches and my mind frazzles.
My breaths are choppy, my hands all over him, any place I can touch. I want him with a fierceness that matches his owndesire for me. He flips me over, pressing my face down into my pillow and forces my ass up in the air. With one pounding thrust, he’s driving back inside me. Slamming me into sweet oblivion.
He slaps my ass in time with his thrusts, the air in the room heavy and reeking of sex. It’s wet and noisy and I’m lost in a decadent haze as the flames of another orgasm build within me.
Somehow he pistons in deeper, forcing his big cock in me to the hilt, almost to the point of pain. His chest meets my back, and his fingers rub my clit in hard, fast circles while his other hand grips my neck to take me how he wants me. He’s pumping so hard that there is no way I can be quiet, even as I bite into the pillow to try to muffle my cries.
