Pumping his cock with his fist, he wipes the excess seed on my face. “You look pretty like this.” He uses his thumb to smear it across my cheek. “My perfect pretty doll.”
With a sigh, he shoves his cock back into his breeches. “Shame you were bad again, though. I told you not to come. You didn’t listen to me.”
I try to watch where he goes, but I’m too tired. My body just stays limp against the bench.
After a few seconds, I feel him slide the plug out of my entrance. I shudder at the feeling. Then he loosens the gag and pulls the ring out from my mouth.
“Whatever am I to do with you, Dahlia?” he tuts, lowering himself until his face is level with mine.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I tried to stop it. I wanted to be good?—”
“I know, sweetheart.” He strokes my cheek. “But I still have to do this. It’s the only way you’ll learn.”
I don’t dare ask what he’s planning. But I soon figure it out after he removes my bindings, scoops me up, and deposits me onto another bench. This time, laying me on my front and retying my wrists and ankles so I’m stuck on all fours. My rear sticks up, ready for his whip again.
I brace for it. But the sting never comes. Instead, something thick and wet nudges the forbidden hole at my rear.
“Tauren!” I panic.
Ignoring me, he slides it in.
I whimper at the strange feeling. The plug that was once inside my pussy is now lodged inside my rear, and I don’t like how good it feels.
“Tauren…” I rasp.
“I should’ve done this sooner.” He ignores me, stroking my rear. “You look fucking radiant.” He squeezes my flesh as pleasure ripples through me. “I don’t want to, but I’m going to have to leave you here now. I’ll miss this,” he sighs.
“What?” I squeak.
“A few hours should give you enough time for your punishment to soak in.” He pats me. “Then I’ll have your servants come and untie you, bring you some clothes and escort you to your carriage.” My throat constricts. “After all, you were so set on leaving my castle, so you ought to get used to this. I won’t be there to care for you at your father’s palace. May as well get used to being on your own again.”
“No, Tauren. Wait, please?—”
“Have a good night, Princess Dahlia. I’ll miss you, sweet princess.” I glance over my shoulder just in time to catch one last heartbreaking smile before he passes through the cell door and disappears out of view.
“Tauren!” I yell. “Tauren, come back!” He cannot just leave me like this. My bare body be damned, he can’t just walk away without saying goodbye.
A sob lodges in my throat.
None of this is happening like it was supposed to.
He was supposed to walk me to the carriage. I was supposed to thank him for the gifts, and he was supposed to tell me that I was welcome and that I could come and visit him any time. And then I would’ve made it no more than a mile down the road before he charged up on Velvet behind me and professed his love like one of the knights from my romance books.
It wassupposedto be romantic.
Instead, I feel nothing but pain in my chest.
I want his hands on my bare skin. I want him to untie me, gather me into his arms and carry me to bed. Then I want him to kiss me until it hurts and punish me until I can’t breathe.
I wanthim.
“Damn you,” I rasp. “I need you, Tauren! Now please come back! Please!” I shout. “I need you.” My head hangs low. “I need you. I need you. I need you.”
“Do you mean it?”
I lift my head.
He’s leaning against the doorway with his arms folded. “Listen to me carefully, Dahlia. Do you mean it?” he asks again, desperation ravaging his tone. “If you’d just like me to untie you and escort you to your carriage, then I will. But I need to hear you say that you need me and you mean it, and that you’ll stay.”
