by Riley Pine
“As a hard-and-fast rule, one that you’ll stick to this evening when we see Price, you will only speak when I ask you a question to which you must respond. Is that clear?”
“Yes—sir? I’m sorry. I am clueless. Should I call you sir, King, Your Highness? I mean, this should be a hard-and-fast rule, too, right?”
I sigh. “Highness will do.”
She smiles. “Yes, Highness.”
“Stay facing me. Do not break eye contact. And take off your shirt.”
She opens her mouth to say something, but I watch as realization takes hold, as the rules start to sink in.
Z says nothing, but she holds my stare as she pulls her formfitting running shirt over her head.
“The sports bra,” I snap. “Off. Let me see those perfect tits.”
She clears her throat but does as I command.
Christ, she’s beautiful, like a Renaissance painting portrait. Her creamy skin is like porcelain. Her pink nipples are firm and pert, and my cock responds with an almost imperceptible pulse. But Lora’s mouth twitches. She saw me react to her, but she doesn’t break.
“The pants,” I say. “Lose them. And don’t make me wait. I’m not a patient man, Princess.”
She hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her Lycra running pants, but they don’t slide off easily. She must be sweaty from the run. The thought makes me salivate. Even so...
“If you want my thick, hard cock inside you, you will not let me wait another second to see what you’re hiding between your legs.”
Fuck. I’ve touched and licked and penetrated what’s between her legs. Last night at the club, though, everything happened in a blur. We weren’t prepared. Tonight, however, we will be.
She finally gets her pants to her ankles and steps out of them. The whole while her eyes lock on mine, her gaze intent.
“Jesus, look at that pretty little pussy. What do you think, Princess? Is that not the prettiest pussy you’ve ever seen?”
“Yes, Highness. It’s the prettiest.”
There is trepidation in her tone, and for a second I begin to worry. But then I notice her shift her stance. Then she shifts again.
She’s—squirming.
Fucking hell if my little sub isn’t already turned on. This just might be a ton more fun than I was expecting.
“Touch that pussy, Princess.”
She licks her bottom lip, then slips a hand between her legs. Her eyes never leave mine.
She sucks in a breath as her finger brushes her swollen clit.
“How does that feel, Princess?”
“Good, Highness,” she says with a whimper.
“How good?”
“So fucking good.” Her voice is tight, and I know she wants more.
“Then dip a finger inside, feel your dew.”
She doesn’t hesitate, a finger disappearing between her folds. Her eyes flutter shut as she lets out a moan.
“Eyes. On. Me. Princess.”
She opens them with a start but says nothing. Good little sub.
“Turn to your right and press your torso against the wall, palms against the plaster, as well.”
She pulls her hand from between her legs with visible reluctance. But she doesn’t argue, doesn’t take her eyes off mine. And it’s in this moment that something clicks into place. Maybe she intended only to do this for the mission, but she is my obedient little princess now. She doesn’t stare at me with a blank expression, nor does she looked confused or incredulous. She looks—trusting, like whatever I say or do next will be okay because she trusts me to keep her safe. This is all I want from her before we play our roles tonight.
I rise from the couch and stride to where she stands frozen against the wall, like a criminal in some prime-time cop show.
I shove a rough knee between her legs. “Make room for me, Princess, if you want your reward.”
Her breaths come quick and uneven, and I can sense the fear, the anticipation.
She pivots her feet apart, leaving a generous opening between her legs.
“Do you...” I whisper in her ear, “want to earn your reward?”
“Yes, Highness.”
“Then tell me to fuck you, Princess.”
“Fuck me, Highness,” she whispers.
“I’m sorry. What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”
I heard her loud and clear. I could have entered her right then and there, and my dick would have thanked me for it. But I want to hear the princess beg.
“Fuck me, Highness,” she says at regular volume, but it’s not good enough.
“I. Can’t. Hear. You.”
“Fuck me, Highness!” she cries out, palms slamming against the wall. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” she adds for good measure.
So I reach around her thighs and wrench her open just a bit more. Then I nudge her entrance with the tip of my slick, aching cock.
She cries out, so sensitive and responsive to my touch. It’s how I know our little scene is working, that we have forged a connection, however brief it may be. She’s out of her mind with need.
“Good, good, little princess,” I croon before sheathing myself inside her to the very hilt.
I growl and bite her shoulder, and she arches against me.
“Are you ready to truly surrender to me?” I ask, her warm, silky heat threatening to drive me out of my goddamn mind. After all this time, after the countless anonymous trysts, I think I’ve found something I didn’t even know I was looking for.
“Yes, Highness,” she finally gasps. “I’m ready.”
CHAPTER SIX
Z
“GOOD. THEN HOLD that thought,” X whispers in my ear before pressing in and then dismounting.
My eyes fly open as an unbearable sensation of emptiness fills me. “What the fuck is going on?”
He’s already facing out the window, the light putting him in relief, highlighting the indents to his rock-hard ass and the defined musculature of his back. A thin scar runs down his right hamstring. I’m tempted to crawl on my hands and knees to it and lick it up to his sac, beg him to let me service him, humble myself to get that cock by any measure necessary, even if that means debasing myself.
I’m tempted, but that doesn’t mean I’ve lost control.
Instead, I give in to another powerful emotion.
Anger.
“Hold what thought?” I catch my nonexistent breath.
“You said you were ready. That’s perfect. Fuck, I still feel your sweet cream coating my cock, Princess. But I want you hungry to serve me. Desperate with desire. Tonight, you are going to crave every last bit of pleasure that I give you.”
“Jesus Christ!” I slam my knees together and unleash a frustrated scream. “You’re the worst! The absolute fucking worst. Do you know that?”
He glances over his broad shoulder. His eyes, normally a midnight blue, are almost black with desire.
Restraint is costing him, too.
Good, because I intend to make him pay.
Easing open my legs, I skim my hands up my thighs. “You like this?”
He turns around, facing me fully, erection proud and ruddy. “You know I do.”
I spread open my lips a little, let him glimpse my pink petals. “Control is so important to you. But you have to admit, losing it is also half the fun.”
He says nothing, but he doesn’t look away.
I dip one finger into my wetness, bring it out and lick the skin clean. “Mmm, yummy,” I whisper.
Before my next breath, he’s crossed the distance between us, his mouth slanting over mine, as he tears the taste of my pussy from my lips and tongue like it’s his last meal on earth.
“You make me fucking crazy, you know that,” he growls after drinking his fill.
I arch my brows. “You make me wa
nt to crazy fuck, so I guess we’re even.”
“You have a smart mouth,” he snarls, two deep valleys appearing between his brows.
“There’s one way to shut me up,” I snap. “Put something in it.”
I sink to my knees, and he pins my shoulders against the wall, presenting me with his engorged cock, precome beading the crown, his shaft slick from having been inside me. Madness overtakes me. I’m determined to make him shoot so hard that his balls feel bruised.
He gives an involuntary growl as I wrap my lips around him. He’s not small, but I force myself to relax around his girth, greedy, taking him all the way to the root. I feel him deep, right at the back of my throat.
I glance up and realize why his eyes seem so dark. His pupils are so dilated they’ve almost eclipsed the blue irises. “Fuck, no one makes me harder than you, Lora. No one.”
I know he’s had other lovers, but in this moment I hate them. Just as I hate my own. I hate every second that I’ve lived without doing this, savagely sucking this man, claiming him, taunting him, bringing him to his knees.
Having him know me as his lover is night and day from indulging in anonymous trysts in luxury cars.
How many dreams have I had where I suckle his beautiful cock as he watches, knowing that it is me doing this to him. That I am the one who brings him such pleasure.
With my next suck, I take him so deep that his pubic curls rub against the tip of my nose.
“Lora. Lora. Lora.” He chants my name. “So fucking good. So fucking good, Lora. The best.” His eyes roll back in his head.
His thrusts grow uneven, and I can tell from tonguing over the frantic pulse in his thick vein that he’s close to coming.
Perfect.
And with that, I pull back, shoving him off me before he can jet down my throat.
“What the fuck?” he cries in a strangled tone, gaze unfocused, hovering right at the edge.
“That’s for fucking me. Or not fucking me, as the case may be,” I purr, wiping my mouth clean.
“You’re serious.” He stares at me, incredulous.
“As a heart attack, Highness.” I stand up and smooth my hair. “It seems that if I’m to be on edge tonight, you should be, too. Fair’s fair, plus...you do want to be professional about all this, don’t you?”
And with that I turn and stalk to the shower, grinning as I slam the door over his blue-balled groan of “Goddamn it, Lora.”
Once I’m inside the bathroom, I reach beneath the vanity, finding the burner phone I’ve taped to the faucet. We’ve been playing a game, but I’m playing a more dangerous one, and it’s time to make the first move.
X
Tonight the Lion’s Den admits patrons before the sun sets. Many enjoy the added thrill of partaking in such deviant acts while the rest of the world heads home from a day at work or is just sitting down to dinner. The club pulses with a sexual energy unlike our previous visit. Or maybe it’s my heightened awareness, the throbbing ache in my cock.
I could have relieved myself in the shower, though as much as I hate to admit it, Lora was right. My body should beg for it as much as hers. But while I pride myself on being a man of undisputed control, that woman could very well unravel me.
She walks behind me, her G-string leash wrapped around my wrist. Tonight I am dressed in a three-piece Italian suit, the cost of which could only be afforded by royalty—and spies. Lora wears the fitted bodice of an elegant gown. Her hair falls in glossy brown waves over her shoulder, and a diamond-encrusted tiara sits atop her head. If it wasn’t for the black leather micro-miniskirt—necessary for easy access—and the boots that cuff just under her ass, she truly would look like a princess.
I flick my wrist and hear her gasp behind me. Tonight’s leash ring is attached to a lipstick-size vibrator. Every time I tug, she gets a little thrill—enough to keep her begging for more but not enough that she falls out of compliance.
I turn over my shoulder.
“Did you enjoy that, Princess?”
She bows her head once, then meets my gaze. “Yes, Highness.”
I grin, knowing that in her head she is cursing the day I was born. But the thought only makes me grin more.
A pixie-haired blonde wearing nothing but pasties and a G-string greets us with a warm smile.
“Highness, Princess, we have a room waiting for you.”
I see Lora tense in my peripheral vision.
“We were hoping for something a little more private tonight,” I tell her.
The woman’s smile widens.
“Oh, he’s given the two of you your own room tonight.” Lora’s shoulders relax.
“Right this way. He’ll be watching.”
And I’m guessing her feeling of reprieve lasted no longer than an exhale.
Pixie woman escorts us down a narrow hallway that dead-ends at a solid black door with a silver number one on it.
“His best room,” she says, then inserts a key into the door. She pushes open the door to reveal red carpet, a plush bed with gray sheets and a quilted silver headboard that runs from the mattress to the ceiling.
Simple enough.
But I feel as if I’m in a fun house. Every wall is mirrored, as is the ceiling. And on the wall opposite the bed is a goddamn throne—oversize, upholstered in rich blue velvet, and atop a dais so the dom who sits in it can look down on his sub.
“A room fit for royalty, yes?” she asks, the tassels on her pasties swishing with every move she makes.
I nod. “Do thank your employer.”
“Oh no, Highness. He humbly thanks you for the show—and for meeting with him and his associates in his suite after.”
With that, she backs out the door, and I hear the tumbler click into place.
Lora’s eyes widen, and she opens her mouth to say something, but I cut her off before she blows our cover when we haven’t even begun.
“Looks like we’re not allowed to leave until I’m satisfied,” I tell her, hoping the ease of my tone will lessen her worry. “Get on your knees,” I add.
She obeys even as a strange energy emanates from her. “Yes, Highness.”
“Do not look me in the eye when you are paying fealty, Princess. You will bow your head when you are on your knees.” I don’t know what is bothering her, but she can’t raise Dante’s suspicions while her lips are around my dick.
Once again she obeys, even though this wasn’t in the script. When her head is bowed, her long waves obscuring any possible view of where my pants hit my shoes, I deftly slide my pant leg up an inch to remind her of the holster strapped to my ankle, the one that works as a virtual Swiss Army knife, a different weapon or tool in each concealed slot.
There’s no situation we can’t get out of, I try to tell her with this one small gesture. I could pick the lock and dispatch of anyone who gets in our way. We’d be out the door and in the car before the first scream was heard.
“Now stand,” I tell her, “and remove your bodice.”
She stands and meets my stare. “Your Highness, it ties in the back. I cannot remove it myself.”
I yank on the leash, and she yelps. I can feel the vibration all the way up the cord.
“I didn’t ask you a question, Princess. You know how I feel about you talking out of turn.”
I spin her so her back is to me, but our eyes meet in the mirrored wall’s reflection.
“What’s your punishment?” I ask.
“A spanking for being a naughty princess.”
There is amusement in her tone, and I realize she is enjoying this role play more than I anticipated.
I unzip her tiny skirt and yank it over her thigh-high boots.
I’m face-to-face with toned ass and the couple of inches of her lithe thighs that extend beyond her boot cuffs.
My cock strains against my pants.
Get the fuck inside her, you complete and utter wanker, it silently screams. I have been waiting since she left us right when we were about to come.
My cock hates me.
I give Lora’s beautiful ass a firm slap.
She giggles.
“Do you like that, Princess?”
She wiggles her beautiful behind at me.
“Yes, Highness.”
But I don’t want to spank. I want to touch, to taste, to penetrate.
I touch the bodice, loosening the ribbon that ties it together before ripping it open.
“I said I wanted this off.” The garment falls to the floor. Her pert breasts reflect back at me, the fun-house effect of the mirrored wall behind us making it look as if the two of us go on for infinity.
“Pinch one of those hard, rosy-red peaks of yours.”
As she lifts a hand toward her breast, I give a tug on the leash, keeping it taut, thus letting the vibration continue.
She sucks in a series of tiny breaths. Her chest heaves, and her knees shake.
She’s as out of her mind as I am. I know I’m supposed to be in control, but if I don’t bury myself in that wet, swollen pussy soon, I might not leave this mission alive.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Z
I’M SECONDS FROM COMING when he drops the leash, turning lightly away even as his broad, beautiful chest rises and falls.
“Pick a number...one, two or three.”
“What do they stand for?” I gasp, a bead of sweat trickling along the side of my neck.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” he taunts with an infuriating wink. “But know you’ll win no matter what.”
Before I can make the tantalizing choice, the door flies open with a loud bang and assailants dressed in tactical gear pour in, their faces hidden by black masks.
“What the hell!” I shout, inwardly grinning at how authentic my surprise sounds.
X responds in an instant, landing a back kick to the first man’s neck. The burly attacker makes a garbled sound followed by a grunt as X does a neat leg sweep, taking out his legs and sending him flying. He knocks out the next two as I leap into action. But I’m naked, and the man in front of me has an assault rifle pointed between my eyes.
