I’ve snapped.
She’s broken me.
There’s only so much I can take, so much denial I can face before I crack.
Last night, I bent. Just now... I broke.
I rinse my body off, turn off the shower, wrap a towel around my waist, and storm into her bedroom, where she’s rubbing lotion onto her skin. I charge toward her. She looks up just in time and gasps as I push her against the wall.
“You want to play with fucking fire, well, you just set off an inferno,” I say, my forehead pressing against hers.
“K-Keller,” she says breathlessly.
“Take my towel off, now.” Her startled face means nothing to me as I repeat, “NOW.”
Her hands fumble for a moment, but when she gains control of herself, she frees me of my towel and my cock springs forward.
She attempts to reach for it, but she hasn’t earned that pleasure yet, so I pin her against the wall and say, “You will touch me when I say you can touch me.”
Her eyes flash up to mine.
Not a hint of fear.
Not a hint of hostility.
But there is intrigue.
“Let’s get one thing straight right fucking now,” I say, breathing heavily. “You might be a future queen, but when it comes to the bedroom, I’m your goddamn king. Got it?”
She swallows hard. “G-got it.”
“You will address me as ‘my King.’”
“Okay.”
“Okay, what?” I ask as I spread her legs with my hand.
“O-okay, my King.”
“Good girl,” I say, dragging my hand up her thigh to the triangle of fabric that covers her pussy. “You will no longer wear underwear. Ever.”
“Yes, my King,” she says, her voice smoother now.
“I’m waiting,” I say.
“Oh.” She scrambles out of her underwear and toes it to the side.
“And when I tell you to drop to your knees, you drop.”
“Yes, my King.”
I curl my hand into her hair and whisper, “Drop.”
Keeping her hands to herself, she drops to her knees as I keep my hand twisted in her hair. Her eyes look up at mine, but I pull on the silky, wet strands, forcing her to drop her head. “I’ll tell you when you can look at me.”
The hand not holding her hair props me against the wall as I try to gather my breath, because, fuck, she’s so responsive, so submissive. It makes me even harder.
I spread my legs and say, “Take my balls into your hand and make me come.”
