Page 78 of Kings & Queen

No Second Guessing Allowed

Holy hell, this wasa whole new level of torture. The sensation when the balls moved inside me could only be compared to that breathtaking first penetration when Alek slid the tip of his cock inside me, except it was over and over. Not deep enough to push me over, but I was hovering on edge and becoming increasingly desperate.

“And on that note, Kinsley looks tired. I think I’ll take her to her room.” Alek picked me up, and I flushed ten shades of red, telling him to put me down. His mother was frowning once more, while his father tried not to laugh.

“Little girl, I swear to god, if you don’t stop moving, you won’t be able to sit down for the rest of this week,” he said loud enough for his parents to hear.

I was glad he was already walking out, but his mother gasped “Christopher?” like she expected him to do something.

“They are grown-ups, Sophia.”

Burying my head against Alek, I panted, “Why do you enjoy tormenting me, Master?” Each bounce as he carried me drove me insane. Something in my voice and the look of desperation on my face must have gotten through to him.

“Hold on for me, only a few more steps,” he crooned as I pulled on his hair. My eyes were closed, and I was completely lost. “I promise it’ll be so worth it, my pretty little pet. Your song choice…god, you know how to drive a man wild with lust. I swear, the only men you’re allowed to sing for are us. Do you understand?”

“God, Alek, please stop talking. It’s too much.” I squirmed in his arms. I was so fucking close, it was right there.

“Do not move, breathe through it,” he ordered as he closed my door and took me over to the bed. I opened my eyes as he lay down beside me. “Pull your dress up and let me see my pretty little pussy.”

I moved like lightning, heart thudding in my ears as I reached for the hem of my skirt. If he wanted it up, then up it would go—no hesitation. The fabric rustled as it slid up my thighs, cool air teasing across my skin, prickling goose bumps along my legs.

He lifted a hand to his mouth, eyes crinkling with suppressed laughter. Oh, he thought this was hilarious. Every insult I knew lined up in my brain, desperate for release, but I bit them back, settling for a sharp look instead.

“Such a good girl, obedient, and I can remember when you swore you’d never obey me. Look at you now, my desperate, needy little kitty. Pull your panties to the side.”

I hesitated, but my desperation was far greater than my fear of what he might ask next. I moved them to the side, and just the knowledge of how close my fingers were to effectively giving myself relief was intoxicating.

“Touch yourself.”

Searching his eyes, I only found desire looking back. No disgust, no judgment, so I moved my fingers to my pussy. I didn’t care that my desperation was so intense he could see it.

“Stop,” he mumbled.

Was I doing it wrong?

“I need to see your beautiful pussy without any barrier. When you touch yourself, I want to watch how your fingers tease, caress, and dip inside you.”

His fingers slipped beneath the lace, dragging the fabric down with a deliberate slowness that made every nerve stand at attention. The backs of his knuckles skimmed my thighs, igniting a trail of heat as he peeled my panties away inch by torturous inch.

I let out a broken moan, part frustration, part surrender. That earned a low, wicked chuckle from him. He leaned in, the heat of his breath meeting my skin a split second before his mouth lowered. The kiss was gentle and filled with promise.

“God, your scent is life to me. My cock is so fucking hard right now. Where were we? That’s right, hand on my pussy, pet.”

I experimentally ran my fingers through my wetness, shocked at how naughty it felt. This must’ve been what normal girls felt like when they pleasured themselves.

But you’re not normal, Kinsley.

The air felt too thick, like it was pressing in on me from all sides. My skin prickled with the weight of being watched—even though his gaze had never made me feel unsafe before. But now, every movement felt wrong.

I second-guessed the way my fingers moved, convinced I looked awkward. Mechanical. The silence was deafening, my breath too loud in my ears, and the flood of old shame crept in like a tide I couldn’t hold back.

I told myself I was doing it wrong. That this was wrong. So I shut it all down. Retreating behind the familiar wall, I dropped my hands and turned off the part of me that still wanted to try.

A sharp sting bloomed on my pussy, jolting me. The sound echoed in the quiet, a soft snap of skin meeting skin. I gasped, more from surprise than anything else, my breath catching in my throat as heat rushed to the surface.

The spot tingled where he’d struck, a pulse of awareness spreading outward like ripples on water. My eyes flew to his, heart thudding, body suddenly tuned to every inch of space between us. His hand came up suddenly, fingers strong and sure as they cradled my jaw.

The warmth of his palm spread across my cheek, thumb brushing just beneath my chin like he was trying to steady more than just my face. My breath hitched, chest tightening with something I couldn’t name—want, fear, memory—all tangled in the way he held me like I mattered.