“Lilly, fucking stop.”
And then I scream at the top of my lungs, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” startling what I can only imagine is some pee right out of Keller. He clutches his chest as I yell, “They have guns. They’re shooting at us. Quick, grab your Glock. Take a shot.”
I toss him the fake gun and roll down his window. “Quick, give them the oldpew-pew.” When he doesn’t do anything, I say, “Keller, they’re gaining on us. Shoot or be shot.”
“Fucking hell.” He sticks his hand out the window and pretends to shoot.
“Oh, fuck, they’re surrounding us. There’s only one thing to do,” I say as we come closer to the coastline.
“Uh, Lilly, if you say drive off the cliff, I’m going to fucking put my foot down.”
“It’s the only way,” I say, picking up speed.
“Lilly... what the fuck.” He grips the dashboard as we get closer and closer. “Lilly, stop.” Closer... “Lilly!” And closer... “Fuck, Lilly, stop!” he screams just as I put the car in reverse, spinning the wheel, turning us in a one-eighty at the edge of the coast, and then put it back in drive and speed back to the castle.
“Fucking Jesus Christ!” Keller yells.
“Yahoo,” I scream, braking right in front of the castle, and put the car in park. “We did it.” I clap for myself. “We lost those punks.”
Not speaking a word, Keller steals the keys from me and then flings his door open, only to melt out onto the ground.
I get out of the car as well, while Lara claps for me. “I think he’s impressed,” I call out and round the car, where I find Keller breathing heavily and gripping the ground. “Aren’t you glad you shot those people trying to get us? A valiant effort on your end.” I smile and then prance back to the castle, knowing I’ll pay for what I just did later.
And I’ll welcome his payback with open arms.
* * *
“Keller,stop... please... please just make me come.”
“You think you can tell me what to do, especially after that stunt you played this afternoon?”
He has me tied up. My arms are behind my back, and my legs are spread and elevated, attached to the rails at the top of the bed. He tied multiple ties together to make them reach, and there’s absolutely nothing I can do as he “teaches” me with his mouth, his hands, his cock, and my vibrator.
I’ve been like this for what feels like an hour.
Him taunting.
Tasting.
Edging me to the point of an orgasm, only to take it away.
He has dipped his cock in my mouth, in my pussy, and then back in my mouth. I’ve sucked on his balls, he’s rubbed his cock over my breasts and along my clit piercing, and I watched him masturbate, stroking his long, hard cock until he came all over my stomach.
But he hasn’t allowed me my pleasure, and I’m starting to worry that he won’t tonight, because, man oh man, was he angry about the driving.
Fuming.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen him that mad.
And when he took me to his room, he gave me a lecture about being safe as he spanked me repeatedly until I was dripping and needy.
“I learned my lesson. I promise it’ll never happen again, my King.”
“Of course it won’t because I won’t allow it.”
“Is that how it’s going to be? You dictating?” I ask, unsure why I need to poke the bear.
He walks over to the side of the bed and leans down so his hands straddle my face and he’s inches away. “When it comes to your safety, I’ll always dictate how it will be. You’re my top priority, and if you’re ever in danger, that’s because I wasn’t doing my job, do you understand me?”
