Page 82 of King of Regret


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“Worth it…and I really couldn’t hold it anymore.” She’s the perfect mix of minx and demure, doing inexplicable things to me.

My life starts and ends with her.

My heart lies in her palm.

She can take care of it or squeeze the fragile organ to death. It’s hers to do whatever she pleases.

My balls get heavy with the impending release, coming inside of her. It’s so much, the cum leaks out of her, making her thighs and the sheets a sticky mess.

“Turn on your stomach,” I command, my voice hoarse.

Bending over to the drawer, I pull out a small plug and some lube.

She will hate me for this tomorrow, but I take full advantage of her endorphin fueled state.

Caressing down her spine, she lies flat on her belly, sleep pulling at her lids. That ends the moment I squirt the lube in the crack, and she stirs.

I hold her down by pressing my palm into her back. “I have to prepare this ass for my cock first.”

She pokes her tongue out, being so damn adorable. “That was your plan all along.”

I smirk, focusing on the small plug with a diamond stud on the handle. Only the best for my woman. The plug has avelvety touch, designed to emulate my cock with the ridges and everything.

She will find that out in the next few days.

I play with her ass until she’s comfortable, then I place the toy at her hole. She sucks in a breath before expelling it.

“Good girl. Relax and open up.”

She must have been custom-made to fulfill my every dark fantasy because her delicate hands splay on her ass. She spreads her ass cheeks, helping me get her puckered hole ready for me—my perfect girl.

I talk her through the process, my other hand gliding over her side to take her mind off the plug penetrating her asshole.

“Push against it, baby girl.”

She does, clenching her jaw but pushing as I caress down her back. “You’re doing great.”

Her brows furrow. “I feel it.”

“As you should.”

“It’s strange…”

“You’ll get used to it.” I groan and bury it inside her, eager for my cock to replace it. Soon, but I would wait forever before hurting her.

Once it’s in, I smile at the perfect view. “A diamond decorating my woman’s asshole.”

I tilt her head so she can see herself in the mirror. The diamond stud sparkles in her ass, and she blushes a fiery red as I pick up my phone from the nightstand and snap a pic of her jeweled and plugged ass.

Then I clean her and lie beside her, pulling her to my chest.

She squirms, the discomfort surely setting in.

“Don’t even try it. It will stay inside of you until I take it out.”

Just to take her mind off it, I kiss her, brushing my knuckles along her side.

Soon after, she falls asleep, but I don’t find rest even though I am exhausted. Thoughts plague me. The invisible clock suspended over my head could as well be a guillotine.