Total pages in book: 230
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
“I am here to do her majesty’s bidding,” he replied, his voice thick.
She stroked his cock, loving the feel of him hardening in her hand. She could barely get her fingers to meet around the stalk. With a little twist that made him hiss, she got back to her feet. “Go to the bed and lie down, facing up. I’m going to tie your wrists down.”
He grimaced, but managed to get to his feet and place himself where he needed to be. Kash laid himself out in the middle of her bed, on display for her pleasure. It would be easy for her to do what she needed to do, to initiate him into honest play.
“Place your wrists above your head, hands toward the posters.” She’d already found her rope, playing with the length in her hand. Kash moved his arms to form a V from his body. Such strong arms. She slid the rope along his right arm, letting him feel the fabric and how heavy it was. She snaked the jute around his wrist, watching him shiver. She tied one end around his wrist and the other to the heavy post that held up the canopy of the bed. “Let everything else go. I want you to concentrate only on what I’m doing to you. How do you feel? Concentrate on your body and the responses to my stimuli. How did you like it when I touched you with the crop?”
His eyes closed and he breathed out, his body relaxing again. “I liked it. I liked the way it felt. I liked how unsure I was whether you would caress me with it or if you would slap that tip against my skin. And then when you struck, the pain flared, but it was good. It felt like my skin was alive.”
She worked the rope over and around his wrists. “Did your cock respond?”
“Yes. It got harder. I wanted more.”
She secured his right wrist and moved on to the left. “How does being tied down make you feel?”
“Oddly safe.” He pulled gently at his right wrist, as though to check to make sure he couldn’t go anywhere. “I feel like I’m laid out for a feast. You’re going to eat me alive, aren’t you, Your Majesty?”
Then he’d already figured out what her game was. Though he might not know all her moves. She tightened the left wrist, not so much he would lose circulation. Just enough so he could feel it, know he was caught and he wasn’t getting away.
“I’m going to take what’s mine. I’m going to feast on everything you have.” She tied his left wrist down and was ready to begin.
She was going to kill him. He was going to die and Kash was perfectly fine with it. This was everything he needed. He needed her dirty and dominant, needed to feel like every bit of that glorious brain and stunning body was focused on one thing and one thing only—him.
Dayita wasn’t thinking about what he could do for her, what his position could buy her. She craved his body, his private soul, and he suddenly realized that he’d only felt this wanted once before in his life.
That day by the river when she’d told him to hold still so she could kiss him. She’d been dominant then, too. It had been the exact quality that had drawn him to her. Day had known her mind and believed in herself. She hadn’t needed a man, but she’d chosen him anyway.
He pulled at the bindings, not to try to get away, but because he liked the sensation of being so vulnerable. There was something dark and forbidden.
A king is never weak.
He forced his father’s words out of his head. His father hadn’t meant them as anything but a mantra, and he understood that now. His father hadn’t seen him as weak. That had been Kash’s own insecurities, and they had no place here. He wasn’t a king in this place. He was a servant. He was Hers.
It was a good place to be.
She had the crop in her hand again. His whole body tightened at the sight of her. She was sex on two legs, pure feminine willpower. The blouse she was wearing had come open, showing the tops of her golden breasts, and he longed to see her nipples, for her to offer them to him so he could suck and lave them with his affection. The black silk of her shirt looked perfect against the golden tone of her skin. For all the tough trappings of her persona, her face was still soft and feminine even when she barked orders his way.
“Bring your knees up.”
He moved them up so his feet were flat on the bed.
“Feet further apart. As far as they can go.” She snapped the crop against his inner thigh, showing him what she wanted.