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“You may come for me only after you tell me your name,” he demanded.
I shook my head, refusing to give in, and he chuckled. Then his mouth descended upon my clit once more. He sucked it hard and fast and with a roughness I had been missing all this time.
I thought he was going to allow me to come, but just when I felt ready to shatter, he pulled away and the flats of his fingers came down on my pussy.
He spanked it, several times, hard and fast. The sharp sting sent a wave of pleasure-pain straight to my clit and I cried out, bucking and thrashing beneath him. My eyes flew open, and I stared down the length of my body almost in disbelief.
He’d spanked my pussy.
With one hand pressed against my belly, he easily held me in place as he punished me once more. He smacked it over and over again, the searing burn of his fingers sizzling into my flesh. I whimpered, blazing agony tearing through me, and I tried to wriggle my way free, but there was no escaping this.
I was at his mercy and as much as I wanted to keep fighting this, I knew I couldn’t take much more.
When he leaned back down and swiped his tongue across my clit, the contrast was nearly too much to bear. Pleasure the likes of which I’d never known spiraled through me and just when Ithought I was going to come again, he took his mouth away and I cried out, the cruel cut of agony swiping through me once more.
He alternated between spanking my pussy and licking and sucking it until I was a writhing mess.
I tried not to beg. I failed.
I tried not to moan. I failed at that too.
“Please, please,” I pleaded. I yanked against the cuffs, yearning to hold his head between my thighs and make him let me come, but they didn’t give. I couldn’t break free.
He didn’t answer, but somewhere deep inside, I knew he wasn’t going to. Instead, he continued his onslaught, pushing me higher and higher until I was right there.
One more lick.
One more flick of his tongue against my clit.
I just needed a little bit more to break apart, but he wasn’t giving me that. He could have been using magic to prevent me from coming. I didn’t know.
“Who am I?” he asked.
“A cruel bastard,” I spat, and he chuckled, clearly amused, before he swept back down and teased my clit once again. Every nerve in my body was set to fire at any given second. I was so on the edge that everything hurt and there was nothing I could do to make it better.
He kept going, kept teasing me, and my eyes began to water. Raw desperation pumped through my veins.
“Oh, gods,” I moaned.
“No. Yourking,” he corrected, and a heated flush swept over my cheeks.
“You’re not my king,” I protested, but it sounded weak even to my own ears.
He laughed, a dark, dangerous sound. He sucked my clit hard and fast, his tongue pressing against the bud until I couldn’t stand it any longer and when he inevitably pulled away, I thought I was prepared for the fierce cut of agony that pierced through me.
I wasn’t.
Tears welled in my eyes, and I blinked, trying to hold them back, but this was another form of torture far different than I had ever imagined. I didn’t know how much more of it I could take.
But he didn’t give me a choice.
He continued his relentless assault, pushing me closer and closer to the brink, but never letting me come.
Desire surged within me, an all-consuming force that built and built, growing stronger with each passing moment. It was an agonizing torture, a relentless fire that burned through my veins, searing my very soul from the inside out.
Every flick of his tongue drove me insane, twisting my insides and leaving me aching with need. The intensity of it was maddening, leaving me gasping for relief that wouldn’t come. Tears poured down my cheeks, a raw sensation desperate to break free and I started to sob.
“Please, please have mercy,” I begged. The Dark King ignored me.
