BDSMing the Brat: ** 20 Book ** Taboo BDSM MEGA BUNDLE

by Sarah Sethline

  Chapter Forty-Two

  The next morning, they met for breakfast.

  It would be more accurate to say that Maria joined him in his private dining area. This trait of hers was something that disgusted Kenrick. She would barge in where she was clearly unwelcome. But the pity of it was she was a sex goddess through and through, and he somehow wanted to be inside her panties still. So he had no option but to suffer the insufferable.

  "Hey hunk," she greeted him.

  He gave her the royal ignore and focused on the bullseye on his plate.

  "Ah," she giggled coquettishly.

  "I can see that the prince is upset with his damsel."

  Kenrick didn't bother to acknowledge either her remark or her presence.

  "No problem," she said, removing a silk scarf from her shoulder.

  "We can work around that."

  That was when he saw what she was wearing. A transparent, lacy top that was see-through through and through. And there was no bra inside.

  His eyes popped out. Her two melons were pieces of perfection – more perfect than a perfect circle. What lift, what heaving!

  As if to tease him further, she thrust them up in the front. The nipples were large, pink, and poised for take-off. They were already hard, and he would need all of his fingers to fondle and squeeze them. That would be the ultimate pleasure.

  His look moved to her face.

  There was sex oozing out of that visage. Maria was not exactly beautiful; you would not take her home to mama. But was she sexy? Oh God. You would take her to your hotel room in a hurry.

  His name for her was apt – she was indeed a sex goddess. Her tiny, slightly upturned nose, half-closed eyes and, good Lord, that pouting set of fleshy lips. He was already imagining his massive cock going in there and her sucking it like an ice cream bar.

  Kenrick did not remember much of the breakfast after that. He somehow waited for her to finish eating; then he got up, held her hand, and dragged her through the narrow corridor to his bedroom.

  "Prince Kenrick," Maria was giggling throughout.

  "I didn't even have my coffee!"

  "Coffee can wait," he snapped.

  "My cock can't."

  "Nor can my cunt, my dear prince," she whispered, happy with the all-round alliteration.

  He sat on his lounger, placed her between his legs, and unzipped his trousers.

  Something large and enormously long fell out. It was his prized cock.

  "Ooooh," gushed Maria.

  "I've been waiting for that all my–"

  Kenrick did not let her finish. He thrust his hot red sizzling tool into her mouth. It felt warm. It felt secure. It felt like heaven. For a full ten seconds it rested in the moist environs inside. Could her mouth be better than her pussy? he wondered.

  Then she started her magic. Slowly, so slowly, she started moving her mouth, sucking with a finesse he had never known before.

  Her way was special, unique. While her entire mouth was sucking his dick en masse, simultaneously her long and luscious tongue was doing circles inside his foreskin… Such a double whammy was being offered to him for the first time.

  Kenrick closed his eyes. Her hair was in his hand. And he was on cloud nine. Even with his eyes closed, he reached with his other hand down to the treasure he had seen earlier at the breakfast table.

  His fingers grazed her breasts, those two mounds of spherical scintillation. His index finger was almost hurt by one of her taut nipples; he pressed it and punctured it, it went soft, and yet in seconds, it bounced back to being hard again. Then he pinched it ever so slightly, then harder, then quashed it mercilessly, with Maria screaming for more.

  He held on for fifteen long minutes. It was not for nothing that he was called the cock conqueror. His cock conquered the world, and he conquered his cock. When he saw that Maria was getting tired with the in-and-out motion in her mouth, he decided to come.

  Now was when he began his heavy-duty thrusts. Each was a thunderous push into her pretty mouth, and she feared if the sides of her mouth would tear. But his dick was the best thing she had ever had to eat, so she was not complaining. She was wet like crazy; she feared the floor would show a stain once she got up.

  He thrust and thrust and thrust, till finally he exploded like a hydrogen bomb inside her mouth. That itself lasted for upwards of fifteen seconds – a grand orgasm to complement his grand cock – and with that she exploded too, in simultaneous orgasm. It was a huge moment, those fifteen seconds, when two bodies that were rocking in ecstasy together imploded into one another in a deadly cloudburst of pleasure.

  But one orgasm was one too few for Maria. When Kenrick was slouching back after all his hard work at attaining pleasure, and her mouth was full of cum, she got up and ran to the loo.

  Two minutes later, she was back, her mouth clean and sparkling once again. He was still lying back, breathing and heaving, regarding her with a look that was pleasure and playfulness in one.

  "Prince Kenrick," came her hoarse voice.

  Must have been his dick that played the trick, he thought.

  "I'm not done yet."

  And with that, she tore at his designer shirt, sending many a button on a spiral journey on the floor. In minutes he was stripped down to his silk underwear, the elastic of which was concealing within its meager powers a large coiled animal ready to sprint into action. She pulled his boxers down and there, springing into perfect erection, was his cock, standing like a tower recently renovated.

  With all the precision of an expert, she held it, stroked it, kissed it (he was on the bed now, squirming with pleasure), and then plop! In a masterstroke, she mounted him – a swift action that took perhaps just a second – and his tool was once again in a happy place.

  "This is erection perfection, my dear sweet prince," she complimented him.

  "Now it's in my second mouth, my Greek god!"

  Kenrick was too far gone to even respond. His eyes were closed and his hands were kneading her ass, which was stationary till that point. With an almighty heave, she flew into the air and punched right back. It was a thrust that covered the entire length of his mile-long penis.

  While she was thrusting like a battle tank turned inside out, she lifted his hands from behind her and attached them to her breasts in front of her. That drove him into even more of a frenzy.

  And that was when he really understood how sexy her tits were. They were round, they were large, they were soft, they were supple. And they were his.

  He began caressing them gently, with a tiny pinch on each nipple, and then as her thrusts grew more vigorous, firm squeezing followed suit. In seconds he was kneading them mightily, with all his strength, and she was shrieking in pain and pleasure at the same time.

  Such combination of opposites was possible in sex alone, and both parties were enjoying it to the hilt. When Maria had had enough of his ramrod inside, she moved faster and faster – a sign to the other partner to hurry up, the orgasm would be here soon. Quick to catch on, Kenrick increased the intensity of his kneading of her breasts, and thrust followed knead followed thrust, and in minutes both of them climaxed at the same instant.

  That was testimony to their terrific sex equation. When these two bodies made love, it was for eternity.

  *****

  Recollection of his encounter with Maria filled Kenrick's loins with fresh desire. But he wanted to tread carefully this time. No more banging the first woman he saw. He did it the last time and had yet to account for it. He would rather do it with Addie now, no less.

  So he waited and waited and waited. No response.

  Addie could not be so callous, he knew. Maybe she was genuinely busy, what with her exams on her head right now. Those exams had a habit of always arriving at the wrong time.

  Or was she playing that favorite game of hers? If she was, Kenrick would show her who was the true boss.

  Thus, swinging between this extreme and that, he spent three endless days. With no news from her, he ju
st shut himself in his chambers, and did not even bother much with Phil. Sensing his mood, Phil took off on his own and stayed with a cousin of his, promising to be back in a few days. Suit yourself, Kenrick thought.

  Then, on day four, a note landed on his desk. The pearly handwriting on the envelope told him whom the sender was.

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Now it made sense to Addie – why the Hall was deserted. It must have been Kenrick who ensured it that way.

  And he'd actually been on time, too, she just hadn't realized it. She was impressed.

  Addie turned around and climbed the steps back into the gallery. Once in, she went straight to the lounge, which had a series of private cubicles to one side. The first of them was the nearest to her, and she walked towards it.

  Outside the cubicle door, she stopped. This was Addie's habit since childhood. Before venturing into anything important, she would always take a pause, and rethink her options. Was she doing the right thing? Was there something else she could try instead? Would she regret this later?

  In this case, of course, she had no answers. She only knew one thing: She needed to go in. What happened there was not in her control, nor would she attempt to control it. For Addie, it was important that she go in to meet Kenrick at once, if only to measure the extent of her stepbrother's passion.

  She knocked, again out of habit.

  "Come right in, Addie," the prince's baritone boomed in the empty halls.

  She stepped in. It was not at all like she had imagined. And it was hardly a cubicle. It was a sprawling enclosed space, full with sofas and loungers arranged against the wall. It was more a spot where people could gather for a night out or a party.

  On one of the sofas at the far end was Kenrick.

  For a moment, she was intimidated. It was perhaps the setting. This large, sprawling room with its colorful loungers. The emptiness of the place. And just one man, waiting for her, so far away. And the knowledge that in that entire complex, they were the only two people caused her stomach to churn. No one could hear her scream.

  But why would she scream – unless it was for pleasure?

  Addie brushed the thought aside and took a step forward. Then another. And another. She was gently, confidently, walking towards the prince who had, by now, stood up. His hands were moving away from his body, rising, open as if to embrace her the moment she reached him. The entire sequence was playing out like a slow motion sequence in front of Addie.

  She reached him. And into his open arms she went.

  Kenrick hugged her – but it was not an embrace, there was still time for that. It was the hug of friends; an affectionate union of two bodies minus the raging passion that could lead to a tight, crushing embrace. It was not that – yet.

  "Hey Addie!" There was genuine warmth in his greeting.

  "Hi Kenrick!" she reciprocated with matching affection.

  "Please sit." Kenrick pointed to a spot next to where he was sitting a moment ago.

  Addie sat down with no hesitation. If this was how it would pan out, so be it.

  "This was a long time coming, right?" said Addie.

  "What?" Kenrick seemed to be spaced out.

  "This meeting."

  "Oh, yeah. I waited and waited and waited."

  "I'm sorry, Kenrick." Her apology was genuine, too.

  "The exams, I told you. I had to bring some order there, before I could venture out on my escapades."

  She chose those words deliberately, and it looked like their effect was not lost on Kenrick.

  "I understand," said he, though it hardly appeared that way.

  "But hey, here I am. As promised," Addie noted.

  "Of course, thank you. I almost gave up hope."

  There was an uneasy pause in the conversation.

  "So, what's keeping you these days?"

  A perfectly innocent statement, but how he would take it, Addie had no idea.

  "Been busy, you know, with one thing or the other."

  He moved ever so little towards her, just an inch. Addie, always alert to any possibility, saw the move being made. She stayed put, however, wanting to see where this would go…

  "Your friend… is he still with you?"

  "Friend? Oh yeah, Phil, yes he's with me… Very much with me."

  "Is he here, I mean, is he with you now?" Addie asked, concerned.

  "Now? Here? No… no way."

  He moved one more inch.

  "No way he'd be here with me right now."

  "Oh. But why is that? Why can't he be here with you?"

  "Ah, that… That's because…"

  Another inch closer.

  "… I planned it that way."

  "You did?"

  She knew that he was not conscious of what he was saying. His mind was on inching closer to her.

  "Yeah, I mean… who needs him–"

  In a flash he grabbed Addie's face and pressed his lips tightly on hers. It happened so fast, she could neither duck nor react. Then she realized, as she was being kissed passionately: Where was the need to duck or react? If this was to happen, so be it.

  Kenrick's kiss lasted a full minute. Or maybe more. As for Addie, she was not carried away; she was fully aware and conscious, and she was enjoying her 'royal kiss'.

  And what a kisser he was. Her face was firmly in his hands, his fingers digging deep into her cheeks. His face suddenly appeared in front of hers, and then she felt his manly lips on hers once more… It was a simple, dry kiss, but it lingered for long; pressing, releasing, then pressing again.

  He manipulated his lips some more and found the tiniest of openings between hers. Through that he pushed his tongue gently and parted her lips; she had kept her mouth closed all this while, as if resisting it all. The moment her mouth opened, he held her closer still, her soft breasts brushing against his iron-like chest, and his tongue explored her mouth.

  It was evident that he had been longing for this moment. His passion was overflowing, and his grip on her was powerful. His kiss was wet and nearly an orgasm in itself. She felt suffocated, and yet held on, respecting his outpouring; but another minute later, she had to react. There was a gentle push at his stomach with her elbow – her hands were not holding him yet – and he took that as a hint.

  Very gently, he withdrew his tongue, and lifted his lips off hers (almost like removing his penis, she thought), keeping his face at a safe distance from hers. He was flushed, his red lips redder still as if he was bruised and bloody, and his breathing was rushed. He had no idea what to say, or where to keep his hands.

  "I– I'm sorry," he managed to say.

  "This was a long time coming, too…"

  Addie said nothing. She just let the moment play out on its own, and if it was going to be awkward, so be it.

  She just sat there, wondering what next.

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Kenrick could not resist any longer.

  It had all bottled up inside him for far too long. The endless wait of over three days had just added to his frustration. Now she was here with him, in front of him. God knew when next? He wanted to make the best of what he got.

  And yet, he had been apprehensive about this move. For one, he had no clue how she would react. In the event of her creating a scene and calling for help, it would have created a scandal that he was terrified of. He could not even imagine the consequences.

  Kenrick was pleasantly surprised. He always knew that she had a thing for him!

  No, that was wrong, he corrected himself. Honestly, he had no clue what was in that cute little head of hers.

  At times, she gave him the impression of having feelings for him – but maybe that was too huge a statement to make? Well, it did look like she was giving him a long rope.

  At other times, it was just the opposite. He could never read her mind, and he always feared that it could go either way. Which was why he was covertly thrilled when she didn't protest.

  He seemed spent after that long kiss. That was unlike him,
but then again, this was unlike the usual situation. This time, he felt, he was playing for keeps. He was getting tired of the flings and the affairs and the one-night stands. Perhaps because he was growing in years. Or probably because he felt the heavy responsibility of being a royal, and the prince, and the king of the future. His father the king's failing health was the reason he felt pressurized… If he were to take on the mantle, surely he could not carry on in this manner. His reckless ways needed to change.