by Sara Fields
I opened my lips, tasting the saltiness of my tears as they dripped onto my tongue.
I only had to say the words and it would happen.
A particularly hard strike against my clit made me cry out in pain and I did the only thing I could think of that would make it stop.
I said the words he wanted to hear.
Chapter Three
Isabella De Luca
“Fuck me, Your Majesty,” I whispered, my voice shaking with arousal more intense than I had ever known.
“Louder for your king. Let everyone down below know what you really want, little girl,” he demanded, and I moaned with embarrassment, even as my little pussy clenched down hard in response. Nothing could have prepared me for being taken in hand like this and it left me feeling so intensely turned on and so insanely out of my element that the only thing I could do was obey his instructions.
“Please fuck me, Your Majesty,” I screamed, my voice high pitched, trembling and incredibly desperate for everything those words promised. I wanted to see him naked. I wanted to feel his cock inside me and most of all, I wanted to come all over it. I hoped he would let me.
“Since you asked so very nicely,” he murmured, smirking as he stared down at me. He released my wet folds and I breathed a sigh of relief at knowing that my sore and aching clit was through being punished. He spanked my pussy hard and fast, three times in quick succession. I cried out at the unexpected pain.
“That was for me telling you to say it again,” he scolded, and I whined as I pressed my thighs together, trying to soothe the terrible sting that his hand had put there.
He took my hand and helped me to stand up. For a moment, I was grateful to feel the soft fabric of the gown slip down my legs and cover me completely, but that didn’t last long. With an expectant look, he reached behind my neck and deftly undid the buttons that held the dress up on my body. It fell down in the front, revealing my breasts painfully quickly. My nipples hardened achingly tight and I watched as his gaze took in the signs of my body’s betrayal.
Slowly, he untied the sash in the middle of my torso, letting it fall open and when he did so, the weight of the dress slid down my hips and fell to the floor, exposing me completely once and for all.
“It’s a shame to cover this beautiful body, isn’t it,” he mused. “Especially when you have such a prettily reddened bare bottom and an equally red and well-spanked little pussy.”
Almost tenderly, he curled his arms around my waist. I expected him to kiss me and bring me to his bed, but then he did the unthinkable and grasped me tightly by my hips. Deftly, he tossed me over his shoulder and curled his arm around me, locking me in place. My bare bottom felt like it was on display, so hot and so well punished. The cool air felt soothing against my scorched skin and he started to walk toward the big window. Quickly he unlatched a hinge I hadn’t noticed earlier and opened the window much wider than it had been before.
He turned around and I was able to get my first look out the window since he’d entered the room with me. There was a very large crowd of people below. They were all looking up at the window and I shivered hard just as my pussy tightened shamefully at the sight of them. Some of them were smiling. Some looked curious and a number of others were watching with intent interest. These people looked normal and I nervously realized that the words that Matteo had been saying might be true.
It seemed so insane to me, but everything was beginning to point to the validity of his words.
He turned back around, and I moaned with shame as he showed the entire crowd my naked bottom.
“Spread your thighs. You’re going to show them that wet little pussy,” he demanded. When I didn’t obey immediately, he smacked my bottom hard several times, making sure that the tips of his fingers caught my tender folds. I cried out in shame and opened myself, showing myself to the crowd just like he had demanded of me.
“My loyal subjects, I welcome you. If you’ll stay for a while longer, you’ll be able to enjoy the sounds of this pretty little thing very thoroughly learning what it means to kneel before her king,” he exclaimed loudly.
A loud cheer rang out all around me and I moaned with shame. I was thankful for the fact that even as he displayed my spanked bottom and wet pussy to his people, my face wasn’t showing. None of them could see the blush on my face and the aroused mortification pumping through my veins. I whimpered as he growled possessively, digging his fingers into the punished flesh of my backside. It hurt, but at the same time, I liked it. It made me feel wanted. It also made me feel incredibly hot.
He turned around, leaving the window wide open, and strode purposefully back to the bed. He gripped my hips and quite literally tossed me onto the bed so that I landed on my aching bottom. I bit my lip and tried to keep my cry quiet. He stared down at me, his gaze hungry, ravenous and entirely too seductive.
I had a feeling he wanted to devour me whole, leaving me breathless and sore after he was through with me.
The very worst part of it all was that I wanted him to. I should be angry and furious that he had punished me so shamefully and then put me on display before his subjects, but I couldn’t bring myself to be. I was too turned on and right now, I really wanted him to fuck me.
I wanted it badly.
My eyes dropped to the front of his slacks, fully taking in his thick erection. My pussy clenched tightly, and my lips dropped open slightly. I stared at him, imagining what it would feel like to have him deep inside me.
It had been so long since I’d had sex and I had a feeling that Matteo was going to be very different than those inexperienced frat boys back in undergrad.
Matteo was a man. He looked like he knew how to fuck. He looked like a man who knew how to give a woman what she needed, exactly when she needed it.
Slowly, he unbuttoned his slacks, sliding the zipper down its tracks and freeing his enormous cock to my view. My chest rattled with arousal and fear. He was so big. I wanted him to fuck me, but I knew now that it was going to hurt.
Why did that turn me on so damn much?
Just seeing his naked erection made my blood boil with desire. My inner walls fluttered, imagining how he would feel sliding in between my thighs, taking me as hard as I wanted.
“Do you like what you see, baby girl?” he murmured, and I couldn’t help myself as I licked my lips.
I did. I really liked what I saw.
“I asked you a question,” he said expectantly.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” I answered quietly, feeling my nipples pebble as I addressed him properly, like he wanted.
He growled possessively, unbuttoning his shirt all the way down and shrugging it off his shoulders. I swallowed as I ran my eyes up and down his body.
His cock wasn’t the only thing that was hard. He was impossibly hard everywhere else too.
His abs looked to be carved out of stone. His chest rippled and the muscles in his arms tensed with the effort to hold himself back. He pushed his slacks all the way down and stepped out of them with grace. He stood before me, gloriously naked and I suddenly yearned to touch him, to slide my fingers down those chiseled muscles. To trace my fingers across the velvet skin of his cock.
It took everything in me not to crawl to him and beg.
I felt feverish arousal ripple through me, intense and scalding hot. My core twisted with the residual ache between my thighs and across my spanked backside. I could scarcely breathe, and I panted with need, hot little scorching breaths that did nothing to cool me down.
I leaned backwards on my elbows and decided to show him exactly where I wanted him.
Brazenly, I spread my legs and revealed my wet pussy to him. He stared down at me and growled aggressively before he crawled onto the bed on top of me. He grasped my wrists in his hands and forced them down to the bed next to my head.
His cock pressed against my wet folds and I nearly lost myself as I quaked beneath him.
“I want to hear you say it again. Beg me to fuck you with my cock pre
ssed against this wet little pussy,” he demanded.
He didn’t have to ask me twice, not this time.
“Fuck me, Your Majesty,” I begged and this time, I meant every word. I was too aroused, too far gone with my need and I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted to come for him.
He angled his hips, just pressing the head of his cock against my entrance and my pussy quivered with excitement. I opened my legs even wider and lifted my hips for him, trying to urge him on and he growled in warning.
“Be still, baby girl. You’re going to take all of me, but it’s going to be on my terms at the pace I set. This greedy little pussy is going to take every last inch, but you’re going to be patient or else you’ll find yourself back over my knee and you’ll be left wet and needy instead of well used and sore. Do you understand me?”
Fuck. I was weak for him. Why was I like this?
Every word out of his lips made me tremble with desire. I tried to pull in a shaky breath, but as he stared down at me with possessive intensity, I felt wanted and I liked that. I craved more of that look and I trembled just a little under his gaze. He grasped my chin in his fingers, pressing his palm more firmly against my throat.
“I understand, Your Majesty,” I whispered.
“Good,” he replied, and he thrust himself inside me more aggressively, yet not enough to fill me completely. After that, he pushed into me so painfully slowly that I had difficulty staying still even though that’s what he wanted from me.
He was so big that even though he was entering me like this, it still hurt. My body fought back against him, spasming around his wide girth as he stretched me. With him above me like this, I couldn’t escape his length and I didn’t want to, even though it was painful.
I whimpered and moaned as he slid into me. There was no doubt in my mind that when he was through with me, my pussy would be very well used and sore. My thighs trembled as I thought about what was to come and that’s when he thrust forward hard, seating himself fully inside me. I cried out as my body revolted against his enormous size, but there was no getting away and even though it hurt, I didn’t want to.
I was about to be fucked. His fingers tightened around my chin and my throat, owning me completely in that moment. He pulled his hips back and he pistoned forward into me, claiming my pussy hard in one single smooth motion.
That was only the beginning.
He slid in and out of me, claiming me with his length with incredible force. It was rough and I was left with no doubt that true to his word, this was going to leave me sore for a good long while. My inner walls spasmed around his cock, desperate to take every last inch of him because right now, that was exactly what I needed.
I writhed beneath him, feeling my release build inside me. I could feel it ebbing to life, twisting and turning inside my core, promising to be an orgasm that would be greater and more intense than anything that I had ever experienced before. My spine tingled with the promise of release, racing up and down every nerve as though it was the calm before the storm.
“Oh, god, I’m going to come,” I whispered.
“Not yet, baby girl. You’re going to wait until I give you permission,” he said darkly, the intensity in his chocolate brown eyes boring into mine. I nodded slowly, showing him that I understood and for some strange reason, knowing he would decide when I came for him made hot passionate desire simmer into a growing blaze deep inside me.
My core throbbed, twisting with the soreness he’d painted across my bottom with his palm and the ache he was building up within me.
I needed release. Badly.
His cock pistoned into my pussy roughly. He used my tight pussy as he wanted as I writhed beneath him. I moaned and I knew it was shameful, but my body yearned for the privilege to come for him.
I was burning with it.
My skin tingled with electricity, smoldering with need stronger than I had ever felt in my life. I was insatiable and his cock was driving me closer and closer toward the edge. If he didn’t allow me to come soon, I didn’t know how much longer that I would be able to hold it back before all my walls fell and my orgasm took over me whether I wanted it to or not.
My insides fluttered, unreleased tension swirling inside me and threatening to consume me from the inside out.
I started to beg. I pleaded for permission to come and just when I thought I was about to lose control, he said the words that I so desperately wanted to hear.
“Come for me, baby girl. Come hard for your king,” he demanded.
And I did. I came harder than I ever had in my life.
Piercing ecstasy tore through me from a place so deep inside that I feared that it would rip my soul apart. I keened as pleasure and pain twisted together and rippled through me with a strength that left me reeling. He fucked me hard and I could feel myself squeezing tight around him, milking his cock for every ounce of bliss that he had promised to give me.
He was good, so very, very good.
I had trouble keeping still and his fingers squeezed tighter around my throat, holding me in place as he fucked me as hard as I was meant to be fucked. My inner walls fluttered around him and my nipples hardened into tight little peaks that were stiff, achy, and begging to be touched. With a growl, he released my wrist and gripped my left nipple between his thumb and forefinger. At first, he pinched it lightly and after that, he twisted it more roughly as I came beneath him. I cried out, but at the same time my core pulsed and my orgasm continued, on and on until I thought I was going to shatter into pieces.
“That’s it, baby girl. I want to hear you scream for me,” he murmured into my ear and I moaned with pleasure. He dipped his head and his lips surrounded my nipple, licking and kissing it softly before he bit down on the tender peak.
I keened as sharp pain prickled across my breast, radiating outward and traveling down every nerve until it centered right in between my thighs.
“Please,” I pleaded, unsure of exactly what I was asking for.
He ignored me. Instead, he just bit down on my other nipple, only this time it was worse because I knew what was coming. My cries went unanswered as he mastered me with his mouth and his cock. Instead, he just kept fucking me as hard as before.
My first orgasm ended, and then strangely, another was building in its wake.
I didn’t know I was capable of another. This had never happened to me before. I heard tales of women who could come again and again, but it hadn’t ever been possible with me. Or at least, I had never tried, even with just a bullet or a toy alone in my bed after dark. With him though, I had a feeling it was going to be different.
His thumb dragged across my lips as he took me, and it only served to fuel the fire that was stoking deep in my core. He cocked his head to the side as he stared down at me, taking my nipple in between his fingers without even glancing down.
“You’re going to come for me again, aren’t you, baby girl,” he asked.
“I’ve never...” I began, but he cut me off.
“I can tell, sweet girl, but with me, it’s going to be different. You’re going to come for me, again and again, until I give you permission to stop. You’re going to come so many times for me that your legs are going to go numb and your entire body is going to ache. I want this little clit sore when I’m through with you and I’m going to make sure it is so that you never forget your rightful place before your king,” he said darkly, and I gasped as a wave of arousal rolled over me.
Fuck.
My pussy quivered hard and he thrust into me roughly. He fucked me even harder and faster than before and for a moment, I found myself fearful of his endurance and stamina. I had outlasted every man I had ever been with, but I had a feeling that I wasn’t going to be able to with him.
I hadn’t been prepared to be fucked this well when I woke up in this strange bed in the middle of the mountains in a strange little kingdom ruled by a man who claimed he was king of both his subjects and me. I hadn’t wanted it, but he’d taken me and shown me
that this was exactly what I needed.
My thighs began to quake. I could feel the next orgasm coming and I knew it was going to be stronger than the last.
“Yes, please. Harder,” I begged.
“You will take what I give you, baby girl,” he warned as he pistoned roughly into me. His cock curved up, scraping against that single spot inside me that threatened to undo me completely. Again, and again he pressed into my channel and I arched into him, unable to stop myself. My legs shook harder and the first scream of bliss escaped my lips.
“I want it,” I whispered.
“I know what you want, baby girl,” he murmured, and his words undid me.
A second orgasm steamrolled over the first, taking me and holding me captive in its powerful embrace. I drowned in ecstasy, squeezing my eyes shut as my hips met his thrusts. His cock speared into me and I reveled in the feeling of it as I fractured beneath him.
I screamed with pleasure, blinded by white-hot bliss. There was nothing I could do that would temper something like this, so I gave into it all.
I gave into him. Completely.
“That’s it, baby girl. Come for your king,” he demanded.
Oh, fuck. I came for him so hard.
My legs never stopped shaking and I soon became fearful that this orgasm would never end. The way he was using my pussy right now made me think that I might be right.
“Oh, please,” I pleaded.
His grip around my throat tightened and I tumbled straight into a third orgasm. My entire body tightened, and my nipples pebbled tight. Every single muscle in my body tensed with pleasure, my legs squeezing hard around his waist and he groaned low, the sound arousing and decadent and so incredibly perfect.
My hips rolled, taking him deeper. My screams of pleasure never stopped and when my third orgasm finally ended, he pulled out of me swiftly and slammed back into me with enough force to jolt me back and forth.
“Everyone can hear you, baby girl. I think that makes you come harder, doesn’t it?” he murmured, reminding me of just how much he’d taken my dignity and turned me into a wet little mess that trembled and begged for permission to come all over his cock.
