Page 45 of Courting the Dragon Prince (A Royal Arrangement #1)

Chapter Forty-Five

W ithin a handful of seconds, Luther had been manhandled until he was bent over Onyx’s lap. His legs hung free beside the settee whilst his face pressed against the fabric of it. Luther’s sweaty, naked skin slid against the warm leather of Onyx’s trousers as he wiggled.

“Stop squirming.” Onyx slapped Luther’s bare arse.

Luther yelped at the same time as his dick jerked, wedged between his stomach and Onyx’s thigh.

Luther obeyed and held still, awaiting the next fall of Onyx’s hand. His toes curled against the carpet in anticipation. The muscles in his calves and thighs tensed.

Onyx’s hand smoothed over Luther’s arse. “You’ve lied and deliberately tried to piss me off from the moment we met.” Onyx’s hand paused. “Now I’m going to take out all my anger and frustration on this sweet arse of yours.”

Onyx’s palm lifted away. Luther held his breath.

Onyx smacked Luther. He smacked him again. And again.

Luther groaned, rubbing his face against the fabric of the settee as Onyx landed blows, one after another, alternating between his left and right arse cheek.

The force of Onyx’s blows caused Luther’s hips to rock forward and his cock to rub against Onyx’s trousers. He cried out as pleasure and pain swam through his veins. The sound of the slaps echoed in the room and mixed with Luther’s shouts.

And still, more blows landed on his stinging flesh.

In the back of his mind, he realised anyone walking past would hear them. But Luther didn’t care. He just wanted this to keep going forever and ever.

But finally, Onyx stopped. Luther’s ragged breathing filled the library.

“Do you think you’ve had enough?” Onyx’s hand caressed Luther’s smarting skin.

Luther bit his lip. His heartbeat pounded in his ears.

“No answer? I guess you want me to decide, then.” Onyx squeezed his sore arse, and Luther keened. “I think you need more. I think I need to spank you so you learn to stop being such an arsehole all the time. Do you agree?”

Luther nodded.

Onyx’s hand lifted from Luther’s arse.

Luther sucked in air. But before he could properly fill his lungs, Onyx’s hand fell with a loud smack, with more force than before. Luther jerked forward, cock rubbing against Onyx’s thigh as Onyx rained blows on his aching arse.

Luther cried out.

Over and over, Onyx smacked him. Luther frotted, pre-cum leaking on Onyx’s trousers. He moaned. He bit at the settee as his balls grew tight against his body. Tears leaked from his eyes.

“Look at you,” Onyx mused. Smack. “Humping my leg whilst I turn your perfect arse red.” Smack. “So desperate.” Smack. “So needy.” Smack. “So fucking beautiful.”

“Ah!” Luther cried out, hands scrabbling at the settee.

Onyx’s hand came down harder and faster. “Your arse practically glows.” His voice was hoarse.

Luther’s hips jerked, cock grinding insistently against Onyx’s thigh.

“Are you close?” Onyx asked breathlessly.

Luther nodded jerkily. He couldn’t form words if he tried.

“Then come. Spill as I spank you,” Onyx commanded. “Come like the desperate slut you are.” He brought his hand down once. Twice.

Luther’s whole body tingled with bliss and sweet agony.

Onyx brought his hand down a third time.

Luther screamed as he came. His dick throbbed and jerked. He spilled against Onyx’s trousers in spurts as pleasure flowed through him in waves and waves.

After that, he drifted. He soared on a cloud of ecstasy.

The world around him slipped away as he stared at the blurry, small red flowers on the fabric of the settee in front of him.

“Good boy,” Onyx murmured. “Such a good boy.”

Luther let out a shuddering breath. He sagged, letting Onyx’s deep voice and his hand stroking his wounded arse soothe him.

After who knew how long, Luther turned his head, gazing up at Onyx, blinking at him.

Onyx smiled. “Enjoy that?”

Luther mumbled something that might have been an answer of sorts.

Onyx chuckled.

“But I think you’ve made a bit of a mess on me,” Onyx said.

Luther could feel it, his spend smeared between his groin and Onyx’s trousers. With trembling limbs, Luther pushed himself up onto his hands and knees. He scooted backwards until his face hovered about his seed coating Onyx’s trousers.

The bulge of Onyx’s cock stretched the fabric. Onyx had the patience of a monk. Maybe he’d learnt it from all his hours meditating.

Luther leaned forward and began to lap up his own spend. Onyx’s thighs tensed.

“Fuck,” Onyx whispered in awe. “Look at you.”

Honestly, if Luther could, he doubted he’d recognise himself. So submissive. So pliant. So wanton and desperate.

But fuck, he loved it.

Onyx’s fingers threaded through Luther’s hair, pushing it back from his face so Onyx could get a better view of Luther’s actions.

Moaning, Luther licked up his own salty spend. Every last drop. Then he nuzzled at Onyx’s groin and the hard bulge.

Onyx groaned. Luther licked at the leather of Onyx’s trousers as if he could dissolve them with his spit and get to Onyx’s cock that way. He tugged at the still-open trousers with his teeth, trying to part them, desperate to reach Onyx’s dick. He knew he had hands. But he’d forgotten how to use them.

Then he felt Onyx’s fingers tightening in his hair, tugging him away.

A whimper escaped Luther. “Please.”

Onyx gave a husky laugh as he gazed into Luther’s eyes. “But I don’t want your mouth.” His other hand slid over the curve of Luther’s arse into the crease, teasing his puckered entrance. “I want to spill in here. I want to fill your hole with my cum.” The tip of a finger slid in, probing inside Luther.

Luther gasped.

“Wouldn’t you rather have my cock in here than in your mouth?”

Luther nodded, or he tried to with Onyx’s fingers still tightly gripping his hair. Onyx released him, and his fingers disappeared from his hole.

Sagging forward, Luther knelt on the settee, trying not to fall over, watching Onyx’s hands. Onyx pulled a vial from his pocket and unstopped it.

The scent of jasmine flowers filled the air. Onyx poured the oil over his fingers and palm before setting the vial on the settee beside him. Slippery fingers caressed Luther’s stinging arse, moving towards his hole.

Slowly, he lowered himself, draping his chest over Onyx’s lap, pressing his dick against the settee. His legs hung off the edge.

A finger slid inside him. Luther groaned, hole clenching. A second finger joined the first. They glided in deep, stretching him. He closed his eyes as a third finger joined them.

His cock began to fill once again as Onyx opened him, preparing his hole for Onyx’s dick. Onyx’s fingers probed deeper, searching and seeking. Luther cried out as Onyx hit the sensitive bundle of nerves inside him. He humped the settee, his cock filling to hardness once more as Onyx unrelentingly nudged his fingers against that magic spot inside him.

“Please,” Luther whispered as Onyx added a fourth finger. “Please,” he begged as Onyx fucked him with his fingers.

Finally, the digits tugged free from his hole, leaving Luther empty and gaping. Luther panted.

Suddenly, large hands lifted and rearranged Luther so he straddled Onyx’s lap. Luther reached out, gripping Onyx’s shoulders.

Onyx leaned back. He tugged his cock free from his trousers. He grabbed the vial, pouring the contents onto his hand. He slathered oil over his dick before placing the vial down.

“You want my cock inside you?” Onyx released his cock. It glistened with oil. “Show me.”

It took a moment for Luther to parse Onyx’s words. He felt dizzy with lust and arousal and his first orgasm.

Luther took a breath and rose, inching his knees forward until he was directly above Onyx’s cock. He reached down, gripped Onyx’s cock, and positioned it at his entrance.

Licking his lips, Luther slowly lowered. They both groaned as Onyx’s cock breached him. He kept bearing down, taking Onyx inside him, inch by magnificent inch. He moaned as his muscles stretched to accommodate Onyx’s thick length.

Onyx gasped, hands clutching Luther’s hips and squeezing. “Fuck. You’re so tight.”

Luther tilted his head back. He pulled air into his lungs as he continued to take Onyx inside until his stinging arse pressed against Onyx’s thighs and Onyx’s cock was buried to the hilt.

For a second, he held still, just enjoying the feeling of fullness. Then Luther rocked his hips. Onyx’s length rubbed inside his channel. Onyx growled.

Luther lifted, body trembling. Onyx’s dick slid from his body until just the crown remained inside him. Luther tightened his fingers on Onyx’s shoulders as he lowered. Up and down, up and down, Luther moved in a slow, steady rhythm, taking Onyx inside him over and over.

“That’s it,” Onyx whispered. “Ride my cock.” His throat flushed with arousal.

Luther squeezed his eyes shut, focusing on the feel of Onyx’s dick gliding in and out of his body. Luther rose and fell faster.

“You feel so good.” Onyx’s hands tightened on Luther’s hips, guiding him to move faster still.

Luther bounced on Onyx’s lap. Their bodies slapped together, his tender arse aching.

Luther angled his body. He cried out as the head of Onyx’s dick nailed his prostate. Onyx’s nails dug into Luther’s hips.

Throwing his head back, Luther cried out. One of Onyx’s hands released Luther’s hip and wrapped around his cock.

Luther gasped as Onyx stroked him with a tight, callused grip, in time with the rise and fall of Luther’s hips. The pleasure spiralled, building to a peak inside Luther.

“I’m close,” Luther gasped as he chased his second orgasm.

His rhythm grew erratic as every muscle in his body tensed. Onyx stroked him faster, grip tightening.

Luther mewled as he came for a second time. His cock spurted between them, and Onyx stroked Luther’s dick through his orgasm.

Luther slumped forward. But Onyx wasn’t done. Not yet.

Onyx released Luther’s dick and grasped Luther’s hips with both hands, lifting him.

Onyx thrust up, hard and fast, pounding into Luther. Luther cried out as Onyx’s cock rubbed inside his oversensitive channel. Hips stuttering, Onyx roared his orgasm. He buried himself deep once more, holding Luther in place as he filled Luther with his cum.

After a moment, Onyx collapsed back onto the settee. Luther draped over him.

Their heavy breathing filled the room. Onyx’s hands stroked Luther’s back and his burning arse.

Someone tried the door handle. Luther tensed.

“Shhh. It’s locked. They can’t come in,” Onyx said.

Luther let out a breath, resting his head on Onyx’s shoulder.

After several moments, Luther spoke. “We should probably clean up as best we can and try to get to someone’s bedroom without being seen.”

“Not yet,” Onyx said as he continued to stroke Luther’s back. “In a few minutes.”