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“Make me come,” I keen as he scrapes my clit with his teeth. Something about riding the edge of pain and pleasure really does it for me and I shudder. “Keep doing that please.”

Kenzo suctions his lips exactly where I need it, making my eyes roll. He twists his fingers as he rocks them inside of me, stimulating my G-spot. Damn, that feels so good. I’m insanely close, and I know it’s because I’ve been working myself up with the idea of what it would be like to be with him.

“Such a good girl for me, Mistress. Will you reward me with your cum?” he growls. I’ve been watching him eat my pussy as if it’s his last meal and moan, my head dropping back to hit the counter with a slight thump.

Everything he’s doing is exactly what I want. My breasts bounce with each thrust of his fingers, and a pressure begins to build inside of me. My thighs tremble as I hold them, too.

“Pet, yes, more, please,” I beg, writhing as he takes his time discovering me, even as I catapult toward my release.

Screaming his name, my vision goes black as I explode, squirting all over the counter and Kenzo’s face. I slowly come back to myself to kisses on my thighs and Kenzo gathering me into his arms.

“There you are, Mistress. Is it wrong that I’m extremely proud of making you lose consciousness? At first I was a little worried, but I could feel your pulse in your thigh,” he chuckles.

“I do that sometimes,” I whisper, still twitching with aftershocks. “Take me to your bed and fuck me, Kenzo. Now.”

“No,” he says, surprising me as he begins taking me somewhere. “I plan to make love to you, and then feed you chocolate brownies and ice cream once you’re boneless. I hope you don’t have any plans for the next few hours.”

I huff out a laugh, burying my face in his neck. I really thought he was denying me there for a bit. Kenzo smells like oranges and cloves, and I just want to wrap myself in his scent.

“You smell good,” I mumble, kissing and biting his neck. I’m still half dressed, but Kenzo doesn’t seem to mind as he jogs lightly upstairs.

“I plan to smell like you very soon, Mistress,” he says. “I’ve never smelled anything better than the scent of jasmine and vanilla before. I want to finish unwrapping you of these clothes that are tempting me, all except your garters. I never thought these would be sexy on anyone, but they are like a pretty frame for your pussy.”

I flush at his words. All of my men and Andrya seem to have a way with dirty talk, and it makes me want his cock inside of me more.

“I want you inside of me,” I whisper into his ear. “I can’t… I can’t do anal, so don’t ask that of me, but anything else is yours.”

“I never want anything that isn’t mine to take, Mistress, and neither should anyone else,” he tells me as he steps into a room. It’s done in dark greens, and reminds me of being outside. I relax completely, happy that his private spaces make me comfortable. It would suck to ruin our fun with a panic attack.

Kenzo lays me down gently on the bed, toeing off his shoes before covering me. I love the weight of his body over mine, even though he braces himself on his forearms as he kisses me. I pull at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin on mine. Grabbing his shirt at the back of its neck, he pulls it over his head. Why is that so hot?

His skin is smooth to the touch over his sinewy muscles. Kenzo throws his long-sleeved shirt to the side, capturing my lips as he unzips my skirt. Getting up to kneel between my legs, he pulls it off. Touching my boots, he smirks, shaking his head. “I think we’ll leave those on for a bit, Mistress.”

He’s confident, pushes gently for what he wants, yet leaves the final decision to me. I love that the dynamic between us there is so easy. He trusts me to take care of myself. There are for sure moments where I’ll need help, or feel overwhelmed, but there’s a person in my life to help fill my every need. My life outside of my homicidal step-sister and taking over the throne is just about perfect.

“If you’re thinking that hard, then I’m not doing a very good job, Mistress,” he murmurs, leaning over me to suck on my nipple. My shirt and bra are still pushed up over my breasts, and I sigh at how good the scrape of his teeth and gentle swipe of his tongue to chase it feels.

“I’m here,” I promise as he pulls my shirt off and removes my bra.

“You’re so damned beautiful, it feels like a dream that you’re even here,” Kenzo says in awe. Standing, he shoves off his pants, and I’m on my knees in front of him before I even realize it. Reaching out, I circle his cock with my hand. It’s big enough that I can’t close my hand, and I bite my lip as I draw my hand up to rub my thumb across his slit.

“Mine,” I growl, leaning over to lick and suck on the head of his dick. Kenzo grunts as it jerks in my hand. Looking up, his midnight blue eyes seem electrified, and I see there may be a beast within him too. If you scratch the surface far enough, everyone can be pushed to their snapping point.

“Yes, I am yours. My cock, my heart, everything I have to give. I want to give you the chance to play and tease, but your mouth is so hot,” he groans. Needing to taste more, despite his warning, I take all of him down. My throat spasms as I swallow, moaning at his salty taste. His cock would be the perfect treat with a little dark chocolate syrup on it. Messy, but so damned satisfying. “Silla…”

Deciding that I’ve pushed my luck far enough, I pull back, letting the head of his dick pop out of my mouth.

“Yes, Pet?” I say, my voice dark and filled with forbidden things.

“I need to be inside you,” he begs, getting on the bed and pulling me so I’m straddling him. I gasp, because of the suddenness, and I’m staring down at him. I don’t get to be in this position much, and I find that I very much enjoy it.

“Like this?” I ask almost shyly, and he nods rapidly. “I’m not usually on top, I could suck at this…”

Kenzo’s face looks perplexed as he sits up, his large hands cupping my face. “Anything you do would be amazing. Bounce on my cock, rock back and forth, use me and deny me my release. I don’t fucking care, Mistress. I am yours. You could never suck at this. Is that understood?”

He kisses me hard, his tongue swiping my bottom lip, asking for more. I part my lips, allowing him entry. Kenzo makes a primal sound as his tongue meets mine, making me shiver. This very private part of him is mine too, and it makes me feel powerful. I love that he trusts me enough to unleash his demons.

I barely remember his question, forcing myself to remember. “Yes,” I whimper, my hand wrapping around his cock to pump it at the base. He is incredibly hard, the skin silky soft. It’s a pretty penis, smooth of any hair. Holding back my eye roll at my waxing on about his perfect dick, I rise up on my knees to line him up at my entrance. Sinking down, I whimper at the stretch. Kenzo gets on his knees, holding me tightly, and I wrap my legs around his back to continue to ride him.