“Come for me, my queen.”
I cry out as he holds me down. My orgasm rips through me. I thrash, arching and kicking and fisting the sheets as my entire body is consumed with pleasure. He hums on my clit until my cries are turning into sobs. He curls his fingers until I feel like I’ve soaked the whole bed.
Orgasm after orgasm he pulls from me, and through the cloudy purple haze of bliss, I fear he knows that I started to come before he told me to.
I whimper, but his cock pushes back into my mouth. He thrusts in slow and deep. Four times he fills my stomach. My jaw aching, my ass aching, my pussy fucking aching, I think about calling red.
But before I can, utter exhaustion and bliss take me.
I wake up the next morning, sweating in the arms of my king. The both of us are facing the wrong way on the bed; he joined me at this end rather than risk rousing me by turning me around. The smell of sex is so thick in the air, it reminds me of the orgies of Brownston. Fuck, my king can compete with a whole town.
I groan.
Quickies.I need to introduce him to fucking quickies.
“Colour?” he murmurs as soon as I shift, and I wonder if he’s sleeping with one eye open, scared he’ll hurt me again like he did last night.
“Green,” I yawn. Despite how close to red I got and how he left me hanging on yellow almost all night, now that it’s over, I’m utterly content. “Just very sweaty.”
He kisses my check, then nudges me away from him. I turn around to face him so I can reach for his hand. I curl my fingersaround his and sigh with all the love I have for him. A question niggling at me, I ask on the verge of sleep. “Did you keep going after I –” I yawn. “Tapped out?”
“No. I’m not into somnophilia. I like watching you fall apart for me.”
“Oh. It’s just I’m very wet. I thought you might’ve fucked me properly.”
He chuckles. “Are you so unsatisfied from my tongue, my queen?”
I jolt awake. “No! I mean, yes. I mean, I do not want to come no more,” I whine.
He raises my hand to his lips and kisses my knuckles. “Sleep well, my queen. For tomorrow, you’ll receive your actual punishment for failing to ask for a snack.”
I whimper. But as nervous as I am about tomorrow, I’m too exhausted to think about it now.
Closing my eyes, I fall asleep all too quickly.
Idiot! It’s a trap!
Twenty
A good little slut asks to be fed.
I will never forget again.
- Arienna
I wake up alone, to the sound of the shower running full blast. Yawning, I sit up, only to immediately lay back down. My ass is throbbing. He definitely bruised it, but having the reminder of his obsession for me so clear on my skin makes my pussy clench. My thighs still wet from last night, I roll off the bed, then slowly stand. The pain isn’t as bad when I’m on my feet, and I pad to the ensuite with another yawn.
The door is closed.
That’s weird.
The door is locked.
No.
I whine as I lean my head against the wood, pretty damn certain I know what today’s punishment is going to be. “Ihateedging,” I mutter. Maybe I can convince him I love it thoughso he won’t do it. Didn’t he say punishments were not to be enjoyed?
I perk up, realising that can’t be my punishment because helovesedging. Doesn’t he?
